Scandalized

“You like them on me?”

He reaches forward, sliding a finger under the fabric at my hip. “Yes.”

“They made me think of you.”

“So,” he says, stroking my skin, “you put these on today not knowing you were coming to see me?”

“Correct.”

“And even though you were angry with me?”

I nod.

He glides the finger along the curve of the silk, over my pubic bone, and then down between my legs, over my clit.

His eyes fall closed. Alec circles his finger, dipping lower, and lets out a moan as he spreads the slick heat around and around.

He pulls away, guiding me up to the head of the bed, and then climbs down between my legs.

My brain goes haywire and I actually get a head rush just imagining what he’s going to do. I need… I need more air before he does that.

“Wait.”

He looks up at me. “What?”

“I’m almost naked.”

He stares, waiting, breath impatient and hot against my stomach. “And?”

“And you’re not.”

With understanding, he backs up, standing at the foot of the bed, and reaches for his belt. I immediately realize my mistake. Watching him take his pants off in broad daylight isn’t going to help me relax. The buckle clicks softly, metal on metal in the quiet room. The sound of his zipper lowering is obscene; I hear it tooth by tooth, and he bites his lip through a grin that is, I have to assume, related to whatever my face is doing while I’m watching him.

So, to retaliate, I slide my hand up my body, cupping my breast. Lightly pinching my nipple.

Alec lets out a little grunt, upping the ante in this game by hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his dark briefs, tugging them down, and freeing the hard length trapped there. And then, with his gaze on my face, he wraps his hand around it and strokes himself.

I’m moving on instinct, mouth watering, sitting up at the foot of the bed to run my hands up his thighs to his hips, pulling him one step closer so I can push his hand away and hold him steady for the long, wet draw of my tongue.

He exhales a surprised curse, steadying himself with a hand on my shoulder.

Over my tongue he’s smooth and hard; he tastes like lust. I look up at his face to catch his expression when I spread my mouth over the tip of him, sucking.

With a moan he steps back and bends to kiss my jaw.

“Gigi?”

“Hm?”

His mouth slides over mine. “What’re you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“You tricked me into taking my clothes off.”

I laugh. “And you teased me by touching yourself. You don’t like being kissed here?”

“I like it too much,” he says, and groans when I stroke him. Kissing me again, Alec pushes at my shoulders until I’m flat on the bed. His hand comes over mine around him and moves with me for a few strokes before he guides me away. “Not yet.”