His dimple makes an appearance, and he follows me, avoiding all the Legos this time.
After he passes through the doorframe, I shut the light off and quietly close Jack’s door. We move silently to my room, his hand guiding my back the whole way as I lead. When I close my door, the air changes. It’s shifting, smoldering, begging to be lit ablaze.
Alec’s grip on my back tightens, and in one swift move, he spins me, pulling me flush against his chest. I’m bathing in his warm breath, getting lost in his touch.
Backing us up against my wall, he says, “Lu, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
His fingers find my hairline, and ever so slightly, they trail down my face, caressing me, sending tingles down my neck and spine.
His lips follow his fingers, carefully placing kisses in their path. When his kiss finds my jaw, a small moan escapes my parted lips.
The hand on my back digs in, pulling my hips into his. And oh Lord, his dick has definitely grown since the last time we were in this position.
His kiss continues to drift down my jaw, finding the sensitive spot at the base of my neck.
I give my hands permission to move, and they begin to travel up his chiseled torso. Professional hockey has definitely done wonders for this man’s body. I continue trailing my hands upward and wrap them around his neck, deepening his scorching kiss on my skin.
His tongue finds this irregular rhythm that curls my toes into the carpet.
“Alec.” His name comes out breathless, desperate.
He pulls away from my neck, returning to his towering height. His fingers tease me, lifting my shirt and sliding over my bare skin.
He slowly leans down, his lips grazing mine. “Tell me what you want, Lu. Tell me, and it’s yours.”
I look up, finding his eyes are open and locked on my lips, flickering up when he sees my gaze.
Sticking my tongue out to lick my lips, I accidentally graze his. He sucks in a sharp breath, waiting for my move.
“Tell me what you want.” His fingers continue teasing me, rising up right beneath my breasts but never going all the way.
He moves them up again, going further than before. His hands freeze, torturing me with what’s to come.
“Say it, Laura.” His fingers dance back and forth, tightening the already-straining tension in my chest.
“I want …”
His fingers move higher, grazing one of my nipples, forcing me to suck in a breath.
“I want you.”
Without a word, he yanks his hands from my shirt, grabs the back of my thighs, and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.
His lips crash down onto mine. “About fucking time,” he growls into my mouth.
His forceful kiss possesses me, branding his name on my heart. He steps forward, sandwiching me between him and the wall. His tongue grazes my lips, begging for entrance. I grant it, and it finds mine like a magnet.
I instinctually roll my hips from the fire burning in my veins. My center presses into the bulge in his pants.
Breaking the kiss, he breathes into my parted lips, “Laura, look at me.”
I lift my gaze to his hooded eyes.
“Good girl.” He takes slow steps toward the bed. “Fuck, Lu. I want to taste every inch of your body.” His hips roll against me, and my eyes roll back.
“I want tonight to be about you, Lu. I just want to enjoy making you come, and trust me, I will enjoy it as much as you.”
He places his hands on my hips and hooks his fingers in the waistband. In one swift movement, he pulls my sweats down to my ankles and tosses them onto the floor.