Scandalized(53)

“Not yet.” He’s moving through a building. I hear him murmur a quiet thanks to someone.

“It feels so good,” I whisper.

“Continue.”

“But not as good as you feel.”

A quiet laugh. “I’m very glad to hear that.”

I’m reduced to this pinpoint of focus, breathing in, and out, imagining his head between my legs, his silken dark hair sliding through my fingers. “I want to grab your hair.”

“I would agree to those terms.”

“I want to move against you. Fuck your mouth.”

He laughs again, breathlessly. “I wish you would.”

“I’m so close.”

A quiet beep and then, “Not yet, Gigi.”

But I realize the beep echoed; I’m hearing it two places.

Through the phone… and here.

Awareness sinks just as the door slams, and a second later he appears, rounding the corner into the bedroom. Alec is already tugging the button of his shirt open, finding me on the bed, legs bent and open.

Doing exactly what I’ve been describing.

“Holy—” He yanks his shirt off and comes over me, kissing me, mouth open and groaning. Pulling back, he stares down our bodies, reaching to keep my hand from moving away. “Show me.”

He watches me touch myself, reaching to unbuckle his pants. The belt slaps my thigh as he struggles to get his button undone, his zipper down, before pulling himself free. With my free hand, I pull his head to mine, wanting his tongue in my mouth, his sounds vibrating down my throat. The movement brings our bodies closer, and his fist bumps against my hand as he strokes himself faster— Alec breaks away to kiss in a frenzy down my body, pulling my hand away and guiding it to his hair. Before I can even get his name out, his mouth is there, open and urgent, sucking my soul out of me. When I rock my hips up into him, he lets out a desperate, encouraging groan. For a few perfect seconds, I make good on my fantasy, fucking that sweet, plump mouth, and at the feel of his kiss, the view of his face between my legs, my back arches away and an orgasm slams into me, twisting me so sharply Alec has to press a firm hand down on my hips to keep me planted on the bed.

I let my legs fall loosely to the side, spent, and he presses his forehead to my hip as his free palm slides up my side to my breast. It’s only a couple of dizzy seconds before I realize what he’s doing, and I push up onto my elbow to watch his hand move, faster and faster. I sink a hand into his hair and his fist stills as he comes with a quiet groan.

For a few still seconds, we catch our breath. “I wanted to,” I manage, finally, figuring he knows what I mean.

“I know.” His hair slips through my fingers, silky, and he turns his face, kissing my thigh before reaching for the shirt he dropped on the floor, cleaning us both up. “I don’t have a ton of time and knew if I let you, I would want it to take longer.”

After helping me to my feet, he kicks his clothes all the way off, bending to remove his socks, and then leads me into the bathroom. Alec leans in, turning on the shower. “Come in with me.”

He steps in, guiding me in after him, and the water is lukewarm and perfect for my overheated skin. But when he tilts his chin up, letting the stream of water soak his hair, I pretend to pout. “I liked the idea of you going to your thing tonight with your hair all messed up.”

Laughing, he cups my hand and squeezes shampoo into it before guiding it to the top of his head. “I would have smelled like sex.”

“And?” I scrub as he lathers me up with body wash.

“And I’m supposed to be getting a quick bite and change before meeting up with Yael at six.”

He really is in a hurry.

“You think she doesn’t know you came back here for this?” He’s quiet in response, and I realize my mistake. “Yael doesn’t know I’m staying here, does she?”

“I’m sure she suspects, but it’s one of those things with us. A don’t-ask-if-you-don’t-want-to-know sort of thing.”

“Mmm.” I tilt his head back into the water again, rinsing the shampoo, and then reach for the conditioner. “That reminds me, actually.”

His attention seems to be on getting my breasts as clean as possible, thumbs circling and circling…

I lean in, whispering, “You are doing a very good job at that, but I did shower only about an hour ago.”

Busted, he relents with a laugh, leaning back to rinse his hair again. “What were you going to say? Reminds you of what?”

“Does Sunny know I’m the one you’re talking to?”

“Yes,” he says, and turns me so that the water rinses the suds from my skin. “I mentioned I ran into you. I mentioned you were working on the story. And I’m sure even if I hadn’t, Yael would.”

“True.” I chew my lip. “What did Sunny say?”

“I mean, we didn’t talk about our run-in at length because—”

“That would be an awkward conversation.”

“Right.” He begins quickly lathering up his skin and I help, only in the sense that I basically slide my hands around and around the muscular bunching of his shoulders. “But she thought it was weird and great.”

“?‘Weird and great’?”

“Those were her words,” he says, laughing. “She says hello. Wanted the full Gigi update. I told her to call you sometime.”