The Dating Game (Alphalicious Billionaires 5)

Still though. Shit like that stuck with a person for life.

She’d never been overly confident in her kissing abilities.

Her mind whirled when Alex’s tongue parted the seam of her lips and swept into her mouth. Was her breath bad? Did she taste like old food? She couldn’t remember if she’d brushed her teeth that morning. Was her tongue slimy? Her mouth too slobbery? Did she not have a good taste?

She was sure of one thing, and that was that Alex tasted good. He tasted really, really amazing. That deep spicy man taste mixed with coconut and chocolate and a hint of peppermint from earlier. He knew how to kiss. He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe and even then, when she was gasping around his mouth, he didn’t pull away.

He let her sweep her hands to the back of his neck and hold him to her. He broke his fall easily when she pulled him clear across to the couch and he wasn’t the least bit shy that her leggings were damp between the thighs and that something hard was poking through his jeans, stabbing her just above the waist.

Okay, she knew what that something was and hell yes didn’t even begin to cover the happy dance that her ovaries were doing on the inside. A hot guy, no- an insanely hot guy was kissing her, and he was enjoying it, because he could lie to her after and say it had been all about saving the whipped cream, but Mr. Happy in his pants couldn’t exactly lie.

All of a sudden, as she gasped for breath and her brain tried to fight its way through the thick fog of shock and disbelief, Alex broke the kiss. He slid down her body, his hands grazing all the right places. His hands were perfect, just the right size. He knew exactly what to do with them. They were hot, scalding, as they roamed her body. They pushed up her shirt, exposing the waistband of her leggings and when he tugged them down, she wasn’t exactly going to say no.

Her brain might have kicked into low gear and tried to offer up feeble protests, but even it knew that she needed a win at the moment. Steve had done more than kick her when she was down. He’d just about obliterated her confidence completely. She needed a guy who looked like he might have been a sex god in another lifetime- hell, like he could have been one in the present lifetime, to see her naked and tell her that she wasn’t all that bad.

Or maybe that she wasn’t bad whatsoever.

It blew her mind that one of the hottest guys on the planet ripped her leggings off and threw them aside like they offended him. Her brain checked out completely when those scalding hot perfect man hands spread her legs. She should have slammed them together. She wasn’t even wearing panties considering that she’d had tight leggings on, and panty lines just ruined the look completely. She should have been embarrassed to be completely exposed while there was still light drifting in between the closed blinds.

But then Alex looked up at her and the expression on his face was so far from grossed out or disgusted or anything to that effect, that she couldn’t summon the will to feel ashamed or easy or to tell him to stop. Heck, she was happy to be easy, if that’s what people wanted to label her because at the moment, Alex’s dark head of hair leaned over her and all she could do was study the crazy difference between her pale skin and his shock of soft brown hair.

Her mind blanked.

She couldn’t come up with a single good reason not to let him do what he was about to do.

He trailed hot kisses up her thigh before he raised his head and looked her right in the eye. “Do you taste like coconuts there, Muffy?”

“I don’t know,” she breathed. “Just please don’t make any jokes about my box being a muff or stupid Muffy muff puns. I don’t think I could live it down.”

“I won’t. And for the record, you have a beautiful pussy.”

Oh god. The word, pussy, on Alex’s lips was like falling from heaven. She crashed down to earth hard, a fallen angel, and damn it hurt, but it also felt so incredibly dirty and amazing and just right.

“I’m going to lick you now, Muffy. I’m going to taste you. I can see how wet you already are. I can smell you and it’s delicious. I already know you’re going to taste better than that whipped cream and coconut whip is probably my favorite thing on earth.”

Dear god, I’m going to die. He was going to kill her with talk like that. Was it possible to come just from those filthy words? It wasn’t even really dirty talk, but it was dirty enough, and it got her va-jay jamming just right.