My Kind of Beautiful (Finding Love 2)

“Did you hear that?” I say to him as I hook my arm in his. “Mrs. Sterling. Has a nice ring to it.”

“It sounds fucking perfect.” He leans over and kisses my temple.

We get situated in our room and once the bags arrive, we change into our swimsuits. As I step out of the bathroom, I notice Alec is standing on the balcony staring out over the water.

I take a moment to admire him from behind. My best friend, my fiancé, and my soon-to-be husband. He’s wearing a pair of board shorts and is shirtless, his arms resting against the top of the railing. From here, I can see his roped neck and back muscles, and his corded muscular forearms that don various tattoos he’s gotten over the years. Alec is without a doubt the strongest man I know—and not just on the outside. He lost his father not too long ago, and instead of drowning in his grief, he turned it around, taking control of his life and living not only for himself but for his dad as well.

It makes me realize how much I want to be like Alec, be strong like he is. I can’t change what happened to me… hell, I don’t even know what happened to me. But I can change how I react to what happened. Every day I dwell on what happened is another day Jason wins. And I’m done letting him win.

I step up behind Alec and circle my arms around his torso, resting the side of my face against his back. He stiffens slightly, and I close my eyes, hating that he’s shocked his fiancée is actually trying to touch him. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say. And it’s my fault because I’ve pushed him away.

“Alec,” I say, sliding around and under his arm, so we’re face-to-face. My back is against the railing and I’m standing between his arms. He glances down at me, assessing me, wondering what’s wrong.

“I’ve missed you,” I tell him, running my hands up his six-pack abs and over his taut chest. I encircle my arms around his neck and bring his face down to mine. My lips softly caress his. Tasting him for what feels like the first time. He doesn’t move, letting me lead. But when my tongue pushes against his lips, he grants me access. I’ve missed how he tastes, how he feels.

The kiss deepens, and I pull him closer to me. “I need you,” I murmur against his lips. His eyes pop open, searching my face to make sure I mean what I say. “Please, I need us.”

My words must be what he needed to hear, because the next thing I know, I’m being lifted and brought back into our suite. He carries me over to the big bed and gently lays me down, climbing over me. Our mouths reconnect, this time with more passion. It’s been weeks since we’ve been intimate, and it shows in our moves. The way Alec possessively nips at my bottom lip, then trails kisses down my neck. The way I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him toward me, needing him closer.

He kisses his way across my collarbone and stops at my breasts. Pulling the triangle material to the side, he sucks on one nipple and then the other. Electric currents zap through my body, going straight to my core. I need Alec, to feel close to him. To replace any possible flashback with memories of him.

I watch as he kisses along the center of my belly, stopping to tug gently on my belly button ring. He continues his descent, placing a small kiss to my hip where my tattoo is. Then he works his way down to the apex of my legs. He spreads my legs open, then pulls on the strings on my hips to remove my bikini bottoms, leaving me completely bare to him.

He places an open-mouthed kiss to the hood of my pussy, before he opens me and licks up my center. I want to close my eyes and get lost in the sensations of what he’s doing to me, but I keep my eyes open, memorizing every lick, every suck. Replacing every flashback, every nightmare with Alec. His kisses, his touches…

He pushes a finger, and then two, inside me, and our eyes lock. “You’re mine,” he growls, as if he knows exactly what I’m doing, what I’m thinking.

“Yours,” I breathe in agreement.

He goes back to fucking me with his tongue and fingers and I make sure to stay right here in the moment with him. When my orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, I scream out his name.

“Fuck me,” I beg, needing him inside of me. Not wanting this moment to end.

He pushes his shorts down and hovers above me, his strong arms caging me in. “Lex, when I’m with you, I don’t fuck you,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I make love to you. Understand me?”