And then I’m hitting the bed, bouncing a little, burning under his gaze. Almost instantly, he falls on me, ripping open the button of my jeans. Dragging them down my legs, he whips them off along with my panties.
“You’re pink all the way,” his low voice groans, his hand at my throat. Trailing it down my body, he follows the flush against my skin.
Pushing up onto my elbows, I watch as his large hands press my thighs open, pushing them wider, his dark head bent, eyes glued to the space between my legs.
“Pink, like a rose.”
I gasp, his eyes catching mine, dark and knowing, and he watches my expression as his thumb glides along the wet ribbon of flesh. Teasing, testing, the motion slow and rhythmic, revealing how wet I am.
“I’m going to kiss you here.” I arch as his head lowers, my insides pulsing emptily as his lips come to land low on my stomach. Not where I need them to be. “And here.” A little closer now, but still not near enough, they press a little lower. “So soft here.” His lips brush across my hipbone.
“Don’t tease.” My words sound like sandpaper as I arch to fill the space between us as he pulls back, his low chuckle ghosting across my skin.
“Ah, Holland,” he murmurs, all silky mouthed and easy smile. “I’m not teasing. I’m being thorough. You know that old saying, if something is worth doing . . .” His hands trail down my legs and grasp my ankles.
“And I’m worth doing, am I?”
I inhale a sharp breath as he tugs, pulling me swiftly down the bed. He drops to his knees in one fluid motion as between the V of my thighs, his warm breath brushes over me in a shiver-inducing caress.
As he presses a kiss against the inside of my knee, I push up onto my elbows, determined not to miss one thing.
“You are worth doing . . .” His tongue darts out in a hot lick. “Very.” Next comes another kiss to the soft skin of my inner thigh. “Very well.” To end, or maybe to begin, his half-growled words are more vibration than anything else as he buries his tongue deep inside me.
“Oh, God . . .” Everything in the room immediately dissolves, melting away beyond him and me. Beyond the place between my legs. My breathing makes me sound as though I’ve been running, which is ridiculous because I don’t run, and he’s barely begun! “Oh, God. Yes, like that.” I cry out, my body bowing, chasing sensation.
“I’m sure you can give better direction than that,” he says with no conviction at all but plenty of knowing. “I’d benefit from a little guidance. A little verbal guidance.”
“Y-You should just do that again,” I counter, my words shaky.
“This?” His lashes cast dark half-moons against his cheeks as he lowers his head, twirling his tongue around my clit again. And again. And . . . oh my God.
I whimper, my hand finding purchase in the strands of his hair, chasing the sensation as he presses the length of his fingers against my opening. But not in. It would take nothing for me to lift my hips, to change the angle and make his fingers slide into me, but the way he’s watching me, learning me, makes me hesitant.
“Or like this?” The dark amusement in his voice adds another layer of deliciousness as he sucks the swollen bud of my clit between his lips. I almost levitate from the bed, my body spasming in relief as his long fingers part my flesh, driving inside.
“Oh, God, yes!” My hips meet his compelling movements as he continues to lick and lap, not as though I’m a thing to be savoured but a thing to be devoured. A thing to be consumed as his fingers drive harder, drive my hips and my cries higher until I feel almost delirious.
“Such a sweet, sweet girl.”
He growls his praise into my heated core, and my hands twist in the bedding as sensation threatens to burst from my skin. It’s never happened like this before—never grown this near this quick. The feeling climbs and twines and blooms as Alexander whispers wicked promises, and his tongue drives me to the brink. But I fight it because experience has taught me that I’m a one time a night girl. My orgasms are enjoyable, but they can be a flash in the pan, nice but not quite the full experience. And the full experience? Well, that’s likely to make me spread myself across the bed before falling into the kind of sleep that resembles the dead. Which is always the better option, but not how I envisioned losing my one-night stand cherry to this man. Not when I think of all the dirty promises he’s made.