Wrong for You (Before You #3)(54)

“I like the sound of that,” he said right before his mouth slammed against hers one more time, taking everything she had to give and more.

Devouring her like she was his last meal, he shifted from her lips to her jaw and then down her neck, pausing to score her skin with his teeth and then soothing the pulsing heat with his cool, minty breath.

Then, without warning or a single word, he ripped her shirt over her head and his mouth was back on her within seconds. Kissing, nibbling, licking, while his hands traced every inch of her skin before pushing her bra down and flicking his tongue over each sensitive and highly inflamed nipple.

She felt his erection against the inside of her thigh, hard, thick and teasing her with every subtle movement or twitch and she wanted him inside of her again.

“Alec,” she half-moaned, half-whispered, arching her hips and spreading her legs, desperately trying to focus all of his attention on her throbbing center.

One of his hands slid under her hips, angling her up as he pulled her skirt and panties down her legs. She sighed in relief as his lips trailed down her body, moving closer and closer, but not close enough. Every swirl of his tongue tortured her until her body physically ached with the need to be touched, and when he paused, looking up at her as his tongue stroked the little stretch of skin where her thigh met her pelvis, she realized he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Where you do want me, baby?” His eyes hinted at desire, but his dilated pupils didn’t hide the mischievous glint lurking beneath the surface.

“Inside me,” she breathed, barely recognizing the sex vixen voice that came out of her mouth.

“What part of me do you want inside of you?”

“Anything…I’m not picky.”

“How about my finger?” he said as his finger glided back and forth, never penetrating, just slipping along the surface with enough pressure to drive her crazy, both good and bad. He planted kisses along her neck as he continued his maddening game and her nerve endings felt as though they might spontaneously combust at any moment.

“More,” she said, wrapping her hand around his wrist.

He chuckled, slipping his hand out of her grasp. “Maybe you’d prefer to have my tongue inside?” His warm breath fanned her skin and she was even wetter than two seconds earlier. How was that even possible?

“God, yes,” she moaned.

“Lie back and put your hands against the headboard.”

Exhaling a fragile breath, she did as he asked without question. Rubbing his hands up and down her legs, he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders.

His silky black hair brushed against the inside of her thighs as he bent forward, blowing a cool breath along her entrance directly between her legs.

“Agh,” she said, releasing her hands from the headboard, burying her hands in his hair.

“No.” He pulled back. “Hands on the headboard.”

“But I want to touch you,” she whined like a moody teenager, but she couldn’t help it. The anticipation was killing her.

“Later, baby. Now it’s my turn.”

The minute her hands wrapped around the cool metal of her iron headboard, his tongue slid along her entrance in one long, firm stroke, back to front. She released a harsh jagged breath, arching against his mouth, seeking more…and then he buried his mouth against her and his tongue plunged inside of her and she couldn’t even think if she tried.

Licking, sucking, nibbling and she didn’t even know what else. She lost track. All she knew was the pleasure was too deep, too raw, too massive to comprehend. No longer able to focus on any particular thing except the feelings ripping through her, her vision blurred. Sensations screamed through her nerve endings as she rode the pleasure-pain edge to completion and just when she thought she’d die if he didn’t let her orgasm, he thrust a finger or two inside of her and she gasped, screaming his name and a hundred other incomprehensible words as he coaxed every last ripple of pleasure from her body.

“Holy crap,” she whispered as he lifted his head, searing her with his all too intense stare.

Standing up, he pulled his shirt over his head and made quick work of his pants until he stood in front of her completely naked and what a f*cking amazing site it was. In her mind, nobody could ever compete with him.

He pulled a condom out of his wallet and tore it open.

“We don’t need that,” she said, grabbing it from his hand.

“Are you sure?” he asked, twirling the package between his fingers.

“Yes. I want to feel you again, skin to skin, just us with nothing between.”

The corners of his lips curled up. “I like how you think.”

She pulled his hand until he was on top of her, their bodies perfectly aligned. Angling her hips up, he lurched forward, entering her in one firm stroke. He didn’t move again and she opened her eyes.

“Nice, baby. Keep them open so I can see you.”

She barely nodded when he thrust inside of her again and again, faster, harder, deeper.

“That feels so good,” she moaned as the sensations started building deep inside of her again. She moved her hips to meet every one of his thrusts in a perfect pounding rhythm.

“Good, because we’ll need every minute of the time we have to make sure you don’t forget why you’re with me after I leave.”

She’d never forget him, regardless of how they spent their last few days together, but she didn’t want to tell him that. She wanted to concentrate on him as they moved together and the little time they had left.