He slides his tongue against mine, then tickles the roof of my mouth, making me whimper. My sexy lighthouse keeper grunts in satisfaction, standing upright as he hauls me up into his arms. I automatically wrap my legs around his torso, panting for air. Alister grips my thighs, sliding his palms up to my ass, where he holds me and massages my flesh.
I rest my forehead on his, cold rain pelting me and dripping down my hair into his face. Alister doesn’t mind. He nuzzles into me, then tips my head up, sipping from my lips once more. I’m vaguely aware of being carried inside.
We only make it up a few stairs before Alister presses my back against the wall and grinds his hard body against mine. I writhe beneath his commanding touch and desperate kisses. I feel his hands everywhere, sliding up my thighs, squeezing my breasts, threading his fingers through my hair and angling me just right.
I’m still catching my breath as he peels me off the wall and resumes his journey upstairs. We burst through the bathroom door, a tangled mess of soggy clothes and limbs. Alister sets me down on my feet, then immediately rips my coat off. I’m expecting him to do away with the rest of my clothes, but he stops, cupping my face in his hands.
“Is this okay?” he whispers.
I nod eagerly, smiling so he knows I’m totally on board with him doing whatever he wants. I might not know what that means, considering my lack of experience, but after that kiss? Yeah, I’m definitely going to need more.
“Talk to me, little siren. I’ve been fucking dying for a kiss, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“I’ve been dying for a kiss as well,” I tell him, not wanting to give away that it was my first. Alister nods but doesn’t say anything.How does he always seem to know there’s more to my story?“I… I’m good with, um… whatever you want to do,” I say awkwardly.
Alister nuzzles into the side of my neck, peppering kisses and little nips along my throat until he reaches my ear. “And what do you think I want to do?”
His sexy tone travels through me, landing between my thighs. A dull, throbbing ache blooms there, and I know only Alister can take it away. “Shower together?” I squeak.
“Mmhm,” he grunts, sucking on a sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. “Among other things.”
“Um… t-touch me?”
“Is that a question or a command, sweetheart?”
Oh, my god, why is that so hot?Liquid pleasure spikes my veins, weaving in and out of my muscles and making me pulse with anticipation.
“Will you touch me?” I whisper, biting my bottom lip.
Alister’s eyes turn black, and his fingers curl around the hem of my shirt. Slowly, he lifts it, and I raise my arms, helping him to take it all the way off. A strangled groan rumbles up from his chest, and then he brushes the back of his knuckles over my breasts, tickling my sensitive nipples.
I shudder and tip my head back, moaning when he palms my breasts and squeezes them in his large hands.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls.
Alister continues stripping me out of my clothes, then yanks off the huge shoes I’m wearing. I grab his shirt to peel it off, but Alister beats me to it. In record time, he’s standing before me, completely naked.
My eyes wander down the cut muscles of his chest, his defined abs, and the chiseled V lines leading to…
“Holy shit,” I blurt.
His thick shaft is ruddy, swollen, and freaking huge. A pearl of precum dribbles down from the slit on top, and I suddenly want to lick it up.
“Can’t look at me like that, siren,” he grits out. His hand wraps around his massive length, giving it a few pumps. “Gonna come before I even touch you.”
My cheeks burn red, but his confession gives me confidence. This man sincerely finds me and my curves so irresistible, he’s afraid he might fall apart before we even start.
He leans over, turning on the water and adjusting it to the right temperature. Alister takes my hand and gently pulls me closer. His hands glide up and down my sides, mapping out my curves. I stand on my tiptoes, pressing my mouth against his.
The kiss is like wildfire, spreading through my chest, lungs, core, and limbs. I’m burning up for more, more,more.
Alister backs me against the shower wall, leaning closer, so all I can see are his broad shoulders and dark brown eyes. I’m drowning in his scent, his heat, the intensity of his stare. Hot water splashes my skin, making me aware of every touch, every sensation rocketing through me.
“Can I taste you, little siren?” he murmurs, his voice coming from deep within his chest.
“T-taste me?” I whisper, looking up into those mesmerizing eyes. Dark brown mixes with lighter shades of caramel, and I even see a golden sparkle that hasn’t been there before.
One massive hand trails down my body, cupping my breast before sliding down and squeezing my hip. I rock closer to him, my body crying out for more, even if I don’t know what that means. Alister traces the outside of my pussy with his fingertips, teasing me and making me jolt.