Page 39 of Changed By You
“Might?” I quirk a brow, amused.
She shrugs, her expression playful. “I can let you know after.”
We lunge for each other, my arms encircling her lower back and pulling her body against mine. I kiss her, the longing I’ve been feeling since I left this room last night coming through in my groan.
She tugs my T-shirt up as she kisses me, moaning as she puts her palm on the bare skin of my back. Her fingers glide up as she explores, feeling my upper back and shoulder.
I squeeze her ass gently, making her inhale sharply. She takes a step back, her gaze locked on mine as she pulls her tank top up and off over her head.
My exhale is long and ragged. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes, her eyes swimming with desire.
“We won’t get much time together,” she says, and I’m not sure if she means tonight or ever. “So let’s not waste what we have.”
She reaches around to her back and unfastens her bra, the satin cups gently dropping away from her round, full breasts as she takes it off.
“Fuck,” I whisper, awed by her body. “You’re sure?”
She nods, an uncertain flicker passing over her face. “Are you?”
“Completely. And if you change your mind--at any point--I won’t be disappointed, okay? I want this to be exactly what you want.”
A smile plays on her lips as she slowly slides her boxers down, my mouth going dry.
She’s perfect. Her body is soft and curvy, her pussy bare and smooth. I could look at her for hours, letting my hunger and appreciation for her build. But she doesn’t want to waste time, and I’m too mesmerized to give her anything other than exactly what she wants.
I pull my shirt off over my head and drop it to the ground. Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at my chest and abs, her gaze lingering as I push my shorts and underwear off.
When I cover the few steps between us, she looks up at me, her expression shy. Her nipples are pebbled with arousal, though, and it’s hot as hell.
She puts her palm on my chest, sliding it over and then down, exploring the lines and ridges of my body. This time, she goes lower, gently stroking my erection and making me hiss in a breath.
I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, soft and slow. Her touch makes me groan. I’ve been touched before, of course, but never like this, never by Alice, who knocked me off my feet with a single conversation.
Since that day on the beach, I haven’t looked at or thought of another woman. There’s just Alice--strong, beautiful, compassionate, vibrant Alice.
She backs against the edge of the room’s small bed, sitting on it and then lying back. I gaze reverently at her body, lit by the dim glow of a bedside lamp.
It’s different with her. I’m not horny for a night of fun. Instead, I feel a deep, aching desire to please her. I honed my body to perfection, thinking it was for hockey, but it was actually for this. So I could show this incredible woman how sexy she is. So I can give her everything she wants and turn those desires into needs that only I can satisfy.
I get on the bed, balancing my weight on my hands and knees as I kiss her jawline, her neck and her chest. She smoothes her hands down my back, squeezing my ass.
At the same moment, I lick one of her nipples and suck it between my lips, making us both groan. Her back is already arching off the bed. She’s fucking starved for this--for me--and I’m going to satisfy her in every possible way.
She whispers my name as I tease her nipples, sliding a hand from her waist down her outer thigh and then hooking it behind her knee.
When my mouth moves lower to her stomach, her breathing turns ragged. She rakes her fingers through my hair and tugs, the sensation making my cock ache with want.
Her pussy is already gleaming with arousal when I gently run my tongue over her seam, making her gasp. I take my time, kissing softly and teasing with my tongue for a few minutes before sliding my tongue inside her.
I hear her clap her hand over her mouth to stifle her cry. I have the back of her thigh on one of my shoulders, and I slide my other hand up to cup her breast and gently squeeze her nipple as I flick my tongue over her clit.
God, she’s incredible. The head of my cock is soaked with precum just from tasting her. When she circles her hips, creating friction between my mouth and her clit, I have to force myself not to get too turned on.
I slide a finger inside her slick folds, her hold on my hair tightening as she pulls. When I add another finger and suck her clit into my mouth, she comes undone, arching up from the bed and breathing hard.
I make sure I’ve wrung everything I can out of her, not moving my mouth from her until she drops back down to the bed limply.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers softly.