Love, Lies, and Deception(13)
Since the dishes were done, I washed my hands in the sink and turned away from him. “Well, at the moment my hobby is studying for my exams, but under normal circumstances I love to read and play tennis. I used to play with my mother all the time before she passed away. Just like surfing was the main thing you were good at, tennis was my specialty.”
Pausing, I let the memories flood through my mind; my mother’s smiling face when I won the championship match in high school, my father standing there all proud and happily showing me off. They were always so supportive of me in everything I did, and my only regret was not being able to tell them how much I appreciated it before they died.
Alec shut the dishwasher and came up behind me … so close. As I felt his warmth come up against my back, I clenched my eyes tight to keep the tears at bay. He latched onto my arms and muttered softly, “I can’t say that I’m going to be good at it, but if you ever want me to play tennis with you I can. I’m always up for a challenge. We should also go hiking one day together. I’m sure there are places you know of that I don’t.”
Taking a deep breath, I turned around to face him with his hands still holding onto my arms. “Are you asking me on another date?” I asked, teasing him.
He smirked, a slow tilting of his lip that had me aching to bite it. “That’s up to you if that’s what you want to call it,” he murmured heatedly.
“What if I do want to call it that?” I asked boldly.
Alec pinned me up against the counter and placed his arms on both sides of me, locking me in to the confines of his body. His piercing blue gaze held me captive, and I was drowning, struggling to breathe as he moved closer.
Bending low, he continued his torturous teasing by breathing across my neck. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips connected with the tender flesh at my collarbone. I shivered as the chill bumps fanned across my skin and made me weak. His voice in my ear immediately counteracted the chills. “If you want to call this dating, then I think that usually requires a little bit of touching, does it not?”
My breathing accelerated as Alec’s body grew flush with mine, leaning dangerously against me. He tilted my head back slightly so I had to look into his face. Slowly, I placed my hands on his hips, and instead of touching the waist of his jeans I was met with the bare skin of his body where his shirt had lifted up.
Holy shit, his skin felt hot! I could feel the ridges on his sides where they disappeared beneath his jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to trail my tongue down the contours of his muscles.
With hooded eyes, and a raspy, breathless voice, I replied, “I’m sure it’s customary to withstand some touching, but not too much since I don’t know you very well.” I said it, but my body didn’t really mean it, and he could tell I was lying to myself.
Slowly, he brought his hand to my face and trailed one of his long, lithe fingers over my cheek and down my neck. “Like this,” he insisted, swirling his finger around my neck. “Is this the kind of touching we’re allowed to do?” Chill bumps exploded across my skin, making me shiver.
“Yes,” I breathed, relishing in the feel of his touch. “Just like that.”
Closing my eyes, I sighed as he trailed his finger further down, stopping at my navel. The heat of his breath fanned across my face as I felt him dipping lower. I didn’t dare open my eyes and risk breaking the connection, but I wanted to see the heat in his gaze. Ever so slowly, his mouth connected with mine, soft and confident. He lingered for a moment, not moving, just his lips touched lightly to mine.
I wanted more … a lot more.
His lips tasted of wine mixed with the heady scent of pure male, which was all Alec. Grasping his shirt at the waist, I grew bold and pulled him closer, opening my lips further, inviting him in. He groaned and took my face in his hands, holding me prisoner to his feverish kisses, except I was no prisoner. I wanted to be there.
My lips were heated and swollen from enduring his ravenous torture as he licked and sucked at them greedily. Never before had I felt such passion, such longing in a single kiss. My cheeks were hot and feverish, and I could feel the blood pumping to that delicious ache between my legs, spreading the warmth to every nerve ending of my body.
My insides throbbed and ached down in my core, and I wanted the release to take me away. Alec must’ve known how close I was because he placed his knee between my legs and moved deliciously against me while I rocked my hips against him. The wetness soaked my underwear as my orgasm started to build, growing more urgent with each rock of his leg against my clit. Alec grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled one of my legs around his waist so he could rub me with his hardened erection through his pants.
It happened to be my undoing, and I cried out as my orgasm exploded from the inside out. No one had ever made me come like that before. It was raw and unexpected, and a completely new thing for me … I wanted more.
Alec broke away from the kiss and trailed his lips down my neck. “Is this the kind of touching you want?” he whispered in my ear. He pushed his hard cock into my leg, and I moaned.
Breathing hard, I nodded and whispered back, “Oh yes, even though I know I’m going against everything I told you earlier. I don’t want to move too fast, but I don’t think I can stop.”
Growling, he nipped the tender flesh on my neck, and began to suck softly on my ear lobe. I gasped and moved closer, hoping he would suck harder. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wished I could do this to you. When I first saw you I knew I had to have you, to feel you pressed against me, and opening yourself up to me. There’s something about you that I had to have, and now I have you.”