Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106806 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106806 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“Can I get you anything else?” the bartender asks.
I blink at my martini and realize I drained it while texting with Oliver. “No, thank you.” I pull a twenty from my purse and slide it across the counter. “That’s for you. Thank you.”
He smiles. “My pleasure.”
I keep my seat but apply a fresh coat of lipstick while I wait. If Oliver is going to work so hard to be infuriating then I might just spend the whole ride home biting my bottom lip and getting under his skin.
Part Seven
PRESENT
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SAVVY
I’m going home with Alec. Going to be with Alec. It’s a terrible gamble. A sort of masochism to have him tonight and then cut myself off from any possibility of a future. I can’t decide if it was weakness or strength that had me agreeing. Lust or courage.
His town car is waiting for us when we exit the bar, and Alec doesn’t let go of my hand as he opens the door and guides me inside.
“Where can I take you, Mr. Hayes?” the driver asks.
“Home,” Alec says, pulling the door shut as he slides in beside me.
“Yes, sir.” Maybe he always does it for longer drives or maybe he can sense the sexual tension vibrating between us, but without our asking, the driver closes the privacy screen.
Just like that, we’re alone. The darkly tinted windows shield us from prying eyes on the busy sidewalk. Alec pulls me onto his lap, and I turn to straddle him even as his hands shove my dress up high on my hips.
I take my time lowering my mouth to his, and he lets me, resting his hands patiently at the hem of my dress, waiting for my signal. When our lips touch, it’s like exhaling for the first time all night. My body unwinds from the tension of resisting only to slowly coil up into the ache of wanting.
Our lips skim and part. We suck gently. Taking our time. Easing into the kiss before we let it take over, before our mouths and tongues and lust take over.
His hands slip under the hem of my dress, and his fingertips skim over the lace of my panties. He groans against my mouth. “Lie to me and tell me these are for me.”
I shift my hips until I can feel the hard length of his cock through his pants. “But it wouldn’t be a lie.”
“You knew this would happen?” He opens his mouth against my neck and sucks lightly before scraping his teeth over the same spot.
I gasp. “No. Just wanted to imagine that it might. I imagine it a lot.”
His grip on my hips tightens. “Fuck. You’re killing me.”
“You’ve thought about me too?” I know he has. He’s never pretended otherwise, but I want to hear him say it.
“Every fucking day. Can’t get you out of my head.” He kisses his way across my shoulders. I lean back to give his mouth better access to my bare skin, and he rewards me by trailing kisses across my collarbone and over the swell of my breasts.
I writhe against him, fumbling between our bodies to find the button on his pants. I need him now.
He grabs both my wrists in one big hand and squeezes gently. “Patience, baby. I won’t be taking you in the back of this car. I’ve waited for this way too long to let you rush me.”
I bury my face in his neck and release a sound that is half whimper, half laugh. “I’m dying here.”
He chuckles against my hair before gripping my thighs and nudging me back. “Look at me.”
I lift my head and meet his dark, hungry gaze.
He cups me between my legs and strokes, teasing the lace against my clit until my eyes float closed again.
“More.” I’m shameless. Desperate.
Alec yanks the lace to the side and plunges two fingers inside me, turning his hand to give me the pressure of his palm against my clit. Instinctively, I rise onto my knees and rock against the delicious pleasure winding through my core.
My head falls back and my body takes over, moving against his hand and into his touch, letting pleasure wind me tighter.
Alec’s breath is warm and sweet against my neck, a sharp contrast to his words. Like that. Love the way you move. So wet. Fucking dreamed of this.
His strokes seem to go on and on, and I love every second, want more and more and more. I lose myself in the pleasure of his fingers and his mouth, the erotic anticipation of knowing there’s more to come.
He latches on to my neck and sucks gently, and I feel that pull everywhere. Sharp and hot. With a helpless cry, I come on his hand.
“Fuck,” he groans. “So beautiful.”
I collapse against his chest, trapping his hand between our bodies. “Sorry,” I whisper, pulling back.