Speakeasy (True North #5)(36)
“Kitchens are expensive, right?”
“Yeah. I have some other big ideas, but every one of them is tricky in a different way.”
“Like what?”
“Making beer,” he says immediately. “And growing hops. There isn’t enough local hops on the market. If I sold it to the craft brewers, they’d have to keep me flush with the tourist beers.”
Tourist beers. Now there’s something a recovering alcoholic never has to think about. “You mean like Goldenpour?”
“Exactly. If those guys hit a snag, or some other beer becomes internet famous, my business will suffer. I’m vulnerable to that.” His arms tighten around me. “But you didn’t come here to talk about beer distribution.”
“I don’t mind. Small business is a family obsession. We talk about it all the time around the dinner table. That’s the kind of law I want to practice, too. But for now I’m stuck doing real estate closings.”
“You are a fun date, Shipley. In more ways than one.” He gives me a big smile. And then he dips his chin to find the juncture of my neck and shoulder and gently bites me there. And even before the goosebumps rise up on my body, he laves that spot tenderly with his tongue.
I’d wondered how we would transition from the chatting part of the evening to the screwing around part. But apparently that’s as easy as Alec making love to my neck. My nipples pebble and all my senses flare. I try to turn my head to kiss him, but he stops me—bracing my chin in one hand and continuing on his sensuous journey.
His mouth finds my chin, and then my collarbone. And I’m not allowed to contribute in any way, except to sit there and feel wave upon wave of goosebumps as he discovers all my most sensitive places. I become hyperaware of the soft water circling my breasts and of the hard steel of his leg muscles beneath me. I take a deep breath of steamy air and sink into the sensation of his lips and tongue on my upper body.
Showing up here tonight was a kickass decision. Well done, libido.
Broad hands began to stroke me. First my belly. My hips. Alec turns my body a little farther towards him and finally kisses my lips just as his hands cup my sensitive nipples.
“Mmm,” I moan against his mouth. With Alec, I’m someone who makes shameless sex noises. I feel free to be a little crazy with him, because we’re not a real couple. It’s liberating.
Meaningless sex—who knew?
Alec is shameless, too. He grabs my hand and puts it right on his erection. Even as my hand closes around his cock, I already crave him. For days I’ve been flashing back to the frenzied moment in the driver’s seat when I impaled myself on him. He’d made the most amazing, helpless sound. Like he couldn’t believe his luck.
It’d been a long time since someone made me feel so sexy.
I stroke him, hoping to move things along.
But he breaks our kiss. “Don’t start thinking we’re doing this your way.”
“Hmm?” I’m distracted by the idea of bouncing on his dick again.
Then his mouth is on mine, hot and determined. The kiss is aggressive, but it’s brief. “You don’t get my cock until you’re spread out on my bed,” he says. “When I’m good and ready.”
My body contracts with longing. “Then we’d better get out of this tub soon.” Because I don’t want to wait.
“No way.” He grins like he can hear my thoughts. “We’re just warming up.”
He kisses me again, but I am made of impatience. With my thumb, I tease his cockhead. Surely that will quicken the pace? It always made the college boys crazy.
It’s really been a while since I had to seduce a man.
Alec shifts his hips to improve his contact with my teasing hand. So I must be making progress. But then he grabs my knees and spreads my legs apart. I don’t see the point until he rotates me a little and the jets begin to pulse against the inside of my thigh.
Oh.
Ohhhhhh. Hedonism is my new favorite thing. Our tongues tangle as warm water massages my pussy. It’s arousing and delicious. Like getting oral from a mermaid.
But after a while, the hot kisses and tempting hands leave me needing more. So I turn around on Alec’s lap, straddling him, teasing myself with his cock, showing him exactly what I need.
“You really do like dick, don’t you?” he mumbles against my tongue.
“I like yours.”
He smiles, because no man ever can resist a compliment on his junk. “You know just what to say.”
As a matter of fact, I do. I rise up on my knees, cup my hand around his ear and whisper into it. “Fuck me, Alec.”
Later I’ll probably feel embarrassed about that. But for now it has the desired effect. He hits a button that shuts down the hot tub, and we climb out into the frigid night. He slams a cover down on the tub and nudges me toward the door, which I’ve already slid open.
Scrambling like a couple of Keystone Cops, we drip water across the floorboards. He grabs the robe off the floor and uses it to pat both of us dry, while somehow kissing the hell out of me at the same time.
Shuffling on damp feet, we bump into furniture and then a doorway as we maneuver toward his bedroom. The backs of my knees hit the bed, and then we’re tumbling onto the quilt, our mouths fused together, our hands wandering over damp, heated skin.
Hooray! my body shouts. Everything is eager, forward motion until Alec removes his hot, sexy self from my environs, leaving me blinking in the soft light of his bedroom. I hear a crinkle and look up. He’s rolling a condom down his erection and I’m mesmerized.