From the Author
Alecpinned me up against the counter and placed his arms on both sides of me,locking me in to the confines of his body. His piercing blue gaze held mecaptive, and I was drowning, struggling to breathe as he moved closer.
Bendinglow, he continued his torturous teasing by breathing across my neck. My eyesfluttered closed as his lips connected with the tender flesh at my collarbone.I shivered as the chill bumps fanned across my skin and made me weak. His voicein my ear immediately counteracted the chills. "If you want to call this dating,then I think that usually requires a little bit of touching, does it not?"
Mybreathing accelerated as Alec's body grew flush with mine, leaning dangerouslyagainst me. He tilted my head back slightly so I had to look into his face.Slowly, I placed my hands on his hips, and instead of touching the waist of hisjeans I was met with the bare skin of his body where his shirt had lifted up.
Holy shit, his skin felt hot! I could feel the ridges on his sides where they disappeared beneathhis jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to trail my tongue down the contoursof his muscles.
Withhooded eyes, and a raspy, breathless voice, I replied, "I'm sure it's customaryto withstand some touching, but nottoo much since I don't know you very well." I said it, but my body didn'treally mean it, and he could tell I was lying to myself.
Slowly,he brought his hand to my face and trailed one of his long, lithe fingers overmy cheek and down my neck. "Like this," he insisted, swirling his finger aroundmy neck. "Is this the kind of touching we're allowed to do?" Chill bumpsexploded across my skin, making me shiver.
"Yes,"I breathed, relishing in the feel of his touch. "Just like that."
Closingmy eyes, I sighed as he trailed his finger further down, stopping at my navel.The heat of his breath fanned across my face as I felt him dipping lower. Ididn't dare open my eyes and risk breaking the connection, but I wanted to seethe heat in his gaze. Ever so slowly, his mouth connected with mine, soft andconfident. He lingered for a moment, not moving, just his lips touched lightlyto mine.
Iwanted more ... a lot more.
Hislips tasted of wine mixed with the heady scent of pure male, which was allAlec. Grasping his shirt at the waist, I grew bold and pulled him closer,opening my lips further, inviting him in. He groaned and took my face in hishands, holding me prisoner to his feverish kisses, except I was no prisoner. Iwanted to be there.
Mylips were heated and swollen from enduring his ravenous torture as he lickedand sucked at them greedily. Never before had I felt such passion, such longingin a single kiss. My cheeks were hot and feverish, and I could feel the bloodpumping to that delicious ache between my legs, spreading the warmth to everynerve ending of my body.