Wrong for You (Before You #3)(44)

His jaw noticeably clenched, he looked away momentarily and her stomach dropped. She didn’t mean to offend him. He was hard to read, but as she searched her mind she couldn’t pinpoint anything in particular. All her commentary seemed more or less innocuous and directed mostly at herself. Bending over his back, she placed hands on his shoulders. “Did I say something wrong?”

He dropped his drumsticks on the ground, then he pulled her into his lap. “No,” he said as he positioned her back against his chest, his hands on her thighs, rubbing aimless circles on her skin, moving higher and higher, but not high enough. He pushed her hair behind her ear before leaning forward to trail liquid kisses along the side of her neck.

She shook her head. She needed to stay focused. “You always change the subject when I ask any personal questions.”

“I do?” he asked, wrapping one arm around her ribcage, angling her so no space remained between them.

She leaned forward, refusing to let him ignore her questions once again. “Yes, you do, no matter how innocuous the question.”

“I didn’t realize that,” he rumbled against her ear, sending vibrations rolling through her already aroused body. How did he do this to her so easily? There must be some sort of school for seduction and he obviously passed with flying colors.

Spreading her thighs until her legs straddled his, his fingertips slid up the inside of her legs, stopping only when he reached the edge of her panties. With painstaking slowness, his fingers brushed against the fabric, softly massaging her mound through the thin lacy material with enough dedication to drive her absolutely insane with need, but not enough to produce the result she was already beginning to crave.

“Are you always so evasive?” she asked, desperately trying to stay focused.

“How about this…” He slipped his finger into her panties, rubbing her softly, just barely grazing her, teasing her, but not penetrating her. “I’ll answer one question. Your choice, anything you want.”

“Now?” she breathed, canting her hips forward, her hands digging into the top of his jean-clad thighs, begging him without words to touch her harder. As he slid one finger inside of her, her head relaxed backwards against his chest.

“Sure.” One thrust. Two thrusts, and then he slipped another finger inside of her, his thumb seeking and finding her clit, stroking it in a circular motion. “I could stop and we could talk for awhile.”

“No,” she moaned, snaking her hand around his wrist, holding it firmly inside of her, and just like that she didn’t care about their conversation. When pressed, she couldn’t ignore Alec’s gravitational pull. Her back arched, unintentionally grinding her ass against his hard length and he groaned. “Later. We’ll talk later.”

He chuckled against her ear. “Good choice, Little Violet,” he said, lifting her up and shoving her panties down her legs so quickly she wasn’t sure how he did it. He pressed a hard kiss against her lips, almost immediately dropping her back on the chair, pushing her legs open and kneeling in front of her. “Because I have been dying to taste you.”

Before she could respond, he bent his head and his lips grazed her entrance with feather soft kisses with just enough pressure to make her knees weak and her lips part in anticipation.

Lifting his head, his glittering midnight blue eyes met hers for long seconds before his hands clamped down on her thighs, biting into her pale skin, spreading them even further. His lips grazed the inside of her thighs, scoring her lightly with his teeth, then swirling his tongue over the bite to cool the stinging sensation. She didn’t know what that was about, but…holy shit…it made her need him more than she needed anything in her entire life and she’d wasn’t likely to forget that feeling any time in the near future.

Not giving her a minute to wrap her mind around what just happened, his mouth licked her center, warm and hot, and it took every inch of her concentration not to fall off the narrow wooden chair. His tongue caressed her from top to bottom in one long sweep, and her hands curved around the sides of the chair, pushing her hips toward his mouth, hoping that the change in position would cure the sexual tension lashing at her core.

“Alec,” she whimpered, not even sure what she wanted, but his name on her lips only made him pause and smile up at her as her legs trembled like wet noodles.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, his voice vibrating through every nerve ending almost as much as the finger now circling her entrance with torturous and evil premeditated strokes.

“Don’t you dare,” she warned, her voice so low and thick she hardly recognized the sound as her own.

Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, his tongue darted inside of her, drawing out so many moans and half-screams, she was afraid she’d lose her voice if it lasted much longer, and then just when she thought she’d die of need, his finger slid inside, joining his tongue in a rhythm that was too good to be real.

Within seconds, pleasure drummed through her in messy hot waves that would have been embarrassing if she weren’t so caught up in the moment. As the final contraction ricocheted through her, his hands skated along the side of her body, slipping her dress over her head.

She hadn’t bothered with a bra this morning, so now she was completely and blindingly naked, perched on an old wooden chair with Alec standing in front of her entirely clothed and she didn’t like it…not one bit.