His kisses descended over my collarbone. I was on fire. Every inch of my skin was sensitive and aware of him.
“Oh,” I said softly, when he gripped one of my breasts in a sure hand and closed his mouth on me. My nipple tightened into a point beneath his swirling tongue. His other hand pressed into the small of my back, supporting me as he encouraged my back to arch and give him better access. I followed his silent direction, lifting my chest up to meet his hungry mouth.
But his action had more purpose. He eased me back further, abandoning my breast so he could brace a hand on the floor beside me. I was lowered until the hardwood was cold on my back and the hot man was over me. His hands fumbled at my knees, pushing up my skirt so I could part my legs and he could kneel between them.
I curled my trembling fingers in his thick hair as his mouth worshiped my skin, and his thigh pressed against the scrap of silk that covered my most intimate spot. A shock of pleasure thundered up my body and I unleashed a moan. I had to close my eyes against the onslaught.
“What are we doing?” He mumbled it in the spot where my neck met my body, but the tempo of his kisses didn’t change. “Do you want me to keep going?”
I gasped, drowning. I had barely enough air to speak. “I don’t know. I . . .” He shifted, once more pressing his thigh against me and delivering that sharp jolt of pleasure, only this one was better. It made me crave nothing else but for him to do it again. “Yes.”
-5-
Alec’s smile was laced with satisfaction as he hovered over me. He studied my expression, watching me intently when he reached a hand back and found my knee, hiking it up over his hip. His fingers skimmed from my ankle along my calf, pausing to trace a circle on my knee, and up on my thigh.
His voice was loaded with pleasant surprise when he slipped under my skirt and pressed his fingers in between my legs. “Goddamn, Jessica.”
He was making a comment about how wet I’d become. I shuddered and tore my gaze away, looking out the patio doors. There was security lighting outside that must have come on when the sun set. It flooded the studio with silvery light, filtered through the landscaped palm fronds.
A phone rang, jarring us both. It was his, so he paused, hurried to flip it to silent, and then resumed his assault. Whoever was calling was not as important to him as what was happening right now in his studio. We were both mostly undressed, writhing on the floor. I clutched at him as his fingers stirred over my silk panties, and I tightened my hold as Alec slipped his hand down the front of them.
My mouth went slack. I saw sparks behind my closed eyelids. The moan that was cried out didn’t sound like me, but there was no one else it could have come from. His mouth was attached to my breast, sucking on a nipple, while he massaged my slick skin. Over and over. Faster and faster.
Pleasure roared inside me, spinning like a top on table. Each orbiting path brought it closer to the edge where it would fall. I groaned when he eased a finger inside. My body took over, and I bucked my hips into the invasion, allowing him to slide as far inside as possible.
In no time I was damp with sweat. His hand moved to a rhythm that had me breathless and quaking. It didn’t seem to be enough for Alec. He withdrew and hooked his fingers around the waistband of my panties, yanking them down. As he freed my legs from them, I gasped. I was naked beneath him. He’d pushed my skirt clear to my waist so it was nothing more than a belt.
Panic seized me when he climbed off and slid down my body, resting on his elbows and curling his hands around my thighs. He held me open so he could feast on me. I slammed a hand over my mouth and moaned through my fingers as his tongue made contact. The soft brush of his tongue on my sensitized skin was a focused burst of pleasure.
He did it again.
“Alec!” I arched my back, slamming my head against the floor. I fisted the sides of my skirt in my hands, needing to hold on to something. I squeezed and twisted the fabric so tight I worried it would rip. There was a bang as I collapsed my back against the wood and gasped, spinning further out of control. His tongue was madness. It was heat-soaked bliss. Feather-light strokes followed by firm, aggressive ones, sending me into a spiral.
I was a slave to him and his wicked mouth.
The hands wrapped around my thighs tightened. I was squirming uncontrollably, and he locked me in place, so he could continue to lash his tongue, fluttering it just above my entrance. The moans poured from me almost as furiously as his tongue moved.
“Collaborate with me,” he demanded in between his devastating strokes.
“What?” I tried to scoot backward from his mouth, but his hold was inescapable.
“Let’s work on something together.”
“I can’t think,” I panted, “when you’re doing that.”
“I figured. Just say yes.” He licked a long path through my valley and I jerked from the amazing sensation. “We could do a piece that speaks about our bad reputations.”
The mention of his standing in the art community made it more difficult to ignore the warnings in my head. Alec was a stranger and I was letting him kiss me in a place I’d only allowed a few men before. Shockingly intimate for a man I knew nothing about. No, it was worse than that. Alec was supposed to be my enemy.
Yet, the only war I felt was internal. The desire to do more with him and find my release, battled against logic.
“I work alone,” I said, clipped. What he was doing felt so impossibly good.
“Me, too.” He rolled the pad of his thumb over the bundle of nerves at my center. “But look at how well we’re getting along right now.”
“I don’t . . . Oh, God,” I groaned. He sucked hard, making me shudder. How could I defend myself like this? He was doing it on purpose. “I don’t like being manipulated.”
He lifted his head and his smug look made my stomach bottom out. “Oh, yeah? You’ve never been manipulative to get what you want?”