She obeyed without hesitation, sucking the cold block. Her gasp broke the silence as he took back the cube, leaving a cold, wet path in its wake as he trailed it from her lips and down her chest and around her nipples, which hardened instantly. Goosebumps erupted over her skin. A shudder passed through her.
And then he was moving the cube lower and lower, until she squealed as it touched the apex of her thighs. But his hot mouth was instantly on her neck, and the sensation between hot and cold was setting every nerve-ending alight.
Alex’s mouth continued its sensual assault on her senses, and he was about to drop the cube on the table when she pulled his hand to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the now substantially smaller block.
His eyes were intense and then his mouth was on hers. Tongues entwined until he pulled the cube into his own mouth with a grin. Her laugh rang out. Emma had wanted fun and now here it was, dressed up as the devastatingly handsome Alexander Hastings.
She kissed him with abandon. Her tongue searching his mouth for the hidden ice cube. She took it back, but not for long. Alex showed her the ice cube, held between his teeth. There was a twinkle in his eye as he crushed it. Loudly. Telling her that he had had enough of being teased.
He settled himself at the foot of the large couch, taking her hips in his hands.
‘Alexander...’ she breathed, watching his head dip down. Feeling his cold mouth on her sex.
As her pants and moans filled the air, as her chest rose and fell with the sweet torture of Alex’s tongue, it seemed he was enjoying this. That it pleasured him to pleasure her. This man was so completely different from anyone who had come before. Emma had always been a little shy, but by no means was she a prude. She enjoyed sex just as much as the next person, but in her short and somewhat sporadic dating history no one had ever set her world alight like this.
Careful, a voice within her warned.This is just fun. One night. He’s a playboy and you don’t do relationships.
Emma shut the voice down and gave herself over to the explosive sensations that were making it hard to breathe. Higher and higher she flew. Her peak was in sight. He held her tight, watching her run her fingers through her hair as she came apart.
He stretched along the back of the couch, pulling Emma into his arms. Holding her until she was able to catch her breath.
‘Shall we take this to the bedroom?’ he asked, brushing her hair away from her face.
‘Yes.’ She nodded.
He scooped her up into his arms and marched, barefoot, down the passage to his room. A big, plush, warm space that overlooked the sea on one side and the city on the other.
On any other night it would have been a view to marvel at, but now the only view she craved was Alex above her, and below her, and losing control because of her.
He sat her at the foot of his bed and gave her a quick, hard kiss.
‘This is hardly fair,’ she complained. ‘You’re still clothed.’
‘Then do something about it,’ he whispered into her ear, making something in her belly unfurl. How was he able to do that to her with just his voice?
The thought occurred to her simply to rip his shirt apart, but it was probably very expensive, and she would feel guilty, so instead she slowly unbuttoned the shirt from the bottom up, hoping she would drive him as insane as he did her.
The shirt parted, revealing his impossibly toned body. He really must live by rules, because that body would not be a possibility without discipline. Control.
She kissed his taut, rippling belly and moved to push his shirt off his shoulders, but he held his arm out with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. First one cuff was undone, then the other. Then the white shirt fluttered to the floor and Emma’s hands were already pulling off his trousers. Tugging off his boxer briefs, which he kicked aside. Emma hadn’t even noticed when he’d lost his socks and shoes.
Alex was magnificent. Everything about him was perfect. From his chest, to his voice, to his kisses, to his impressive hardness.
Emma wanted to taste him. Kiss him everywhere. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she licked all of him. The groan he let out was deep, almost animalistic. Spurred on by his reaction, she gripped his length, passing her hands over it a few times before taking him in her mouth.
‘Emma...’
It was a strangled sound that ignited her blood. She twirled her tongue around his tip, teasing him. His strain and pleasure could be seen on his face and tensed muscles. What was happening to her? She was never this playful in bed. She felt...unleashed.
‘Emma, I’d like to make love to you.’ His voice was hoarse, gravelly. ‘This feels too good.’
She wanted that too, so she let him pull away from her. Allowed him to press her down onto the pillows before he reached over and pulled a foil packet from the bedside drawer.
Her eyes were drawn to his shoulder blade. The very proper, very handsome Alex had a tattoo. She drew herself up behind him, her fingers going to the amazing ink work. It was a globe. A map of the world held in a gyroscope. The contrast of the black ink on his light skin was stunning.
She placed a kiss on it. ‘This is beautiful.’
Alex kissed her sweetly. ‘You’re beautiful.’