His hands grab my waist and he pulls me into his lap, “I love you too, Clumsy.”
I adjust in his lap and he pushes his hips up, rolling against me.
I smirk, “Well, you said twenty-minutes right? We have to have at least fifteen of that left.”
Alec looks at me with a look in his eyes that I have come to know oh-so well. His hand fists into my hair and he pulls me to him as our lips crash together.
He pulls away just to watch my lips part as he slides my skirt up my legs, a devilish smile dancing on his full lips.
“Laura Young, what am I going to do with you?” Alec teases as his lips and tongue find that sweet spot on the base of my neck.
Alec’s fingers graze my entrance and then quickly slip inside, taking me by surprise. He begins pumping in and out furiously, and my hands grip the seat tight to keep my hips from bucking.
Alec pulls his torturous kiss from my neck, and with his free hand, he turns my face to his, our lips inches apart. “You are so wet and ready for me.”
His fingertips lift up, hitting all new nerves inside me.
“Always.” The word falls breathlessly and desperately out of my mouth.
“Good girl.” Alec’s fingers pull out, and in one swift movement, I’m straddling his lap, holding myself up by his shoulders.
He hastily undoes his belt and shimmies his pants down past his rock-hard erection.
I lick my lips at the sight, craving to feel him again.
He lines his tip up with my entrance and with impeccable control, his hands grab my hips, and he slowly lowers me onto him, gradually filling me inch by inch.
Alec’s voice is deep and chock-full of unbridled need as he asks, “Are you ready?”
He throbs inside me, and I moan, “Yes. Please yes.”
His hands on my hips lift me up slightly, allowing a few inches of space between us with his full erection still inside me.
The anticipation builds when he doesn’t immediately take control.
Alec’s voice calls to every cell in my body. “Look at me and don’t ever stop.”
And with that, his control snaps. His hands slam my hips down, and he lifts me back up. But this time, he doesn’t pull me down; he thrusts up.
And with each thrust, he gets harder and faster. Within minutes, I’m close to the edge, and as my name drifts from his panting lips, we dive into pleasure together.
After a few moments of calm and coming back to reality, Alec says, “Come on. I have something to show you.”
I let him take my hand and lead me around Al’s Barbecue to the small pond we grew up skating on. The pond where we shared our first kiss.
We round the corner, and two pairs of skates sit on the bench on the edge of the frozen pond.
Alec grabs the smaller pair and hands them to me. “Here, put these on.”
I hesitate wondering where in the hell these came from. But Alec seems to always have a trick up his sleeve. So I don’t say a word as I grab the skates and quickly lace up. Alec does the same.
“You ready?” he asks, offering me his hand.
I accept it, and we glide onto the ice, skating hand in hand. Just like we did years ago.
“Do you remember the first time we came here?” he asks, twirling me under his arm.
My heart warms at the memory of one of our first dates. “Of course. It was great until we raced, and I fell and broke my ass.”
