He chuckles darkly as he continues stroking my throbbing sex. “Is all this for me?” he growls, dipping his head down to suck on my neck.
I let out a breathy moan as one finger slips into my folds, gathering up my arousal and rubbing gentle circles over my clit. “Yes,” I choke, my knees wobbling at the sudden wave of pleasure spiking through my bloodstream. My nerves are firing all at once, every touch, every ragged breath coursing through me and drawing me closer to Alister.
My broody, sexy giant kneels in front of me, and my heart pounds out a staccato rhythm that vibrates throughout my body. An intense pressure blooms in my core, pulsing and growing with every beat of my heart. Alister stares at me for a long moment before twisting his lips up in a wicked grin.
I gasp when he dips his tongue into my slit, licking me from bottom to top. We both groan, seemingly lost in the intensity of the moment. He grabs my left thigh, spreading me open and guiding my leg over his shoulder. I grip his hair for support, inadvertently shoving him further into my aching core. He doesn’t seem to mind.
Alister growls and squeezes my ass, flattening his tongue and tasting every inch of me, just like he said he wanted to. I feel him every-fucking-where. His lips wrap around my clit and he sucks lightly, making me convulse in his arms. Liquid heat pools in my pussy and drips into his mouth, making him growl in approval.
The pressure in my core expands, pressing on my nerve endings and making my skin prickle with awareness. My cunt pulses for him as he devours my swollen, sensitive flesh with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
Tension wraps around my muscles, pulling them tight against my skin. I feel my orgasm crawl up my spine, excruciatingly slow as Alister coaxes my pleasure from me, one lick at a time. He growls and bites down on my clit, the sharp sting sending me over the edge as bliss erupts from my core.
“Oh, f-f-fuck…” I cry out, my voice broken and breathy. I claw at his back, his shoulders, his head, anywhere I can find purchase.
He never lets up, never stops, never gives me a chance to catch my breath. Alister rolls his tongue against my clit once, twice, three times, and just as I’m about to succumb to another orgasm, he’s gone. I whimper at the loss, but then shout out my pleasure when he thrusts a finger deep inside me and curls it up.
My back bows off the wall as a scream is ripped from my lungs. A violent orgasm tears through me, shredding up my insides as it claws its way out. I come in waves, each one more blissfully painful than the last.
When every ounce of pleasure is wrung from my bones, I deflate against the wall, sliding down into Alister’s open arms.
"Holy wow," I breathe, curling up into his chest.
Alister grunts and holds me close. He’s breathing just as heavily as I am. He’s shaking a bit, too. “You come like a fucking goddess, do you know that? So damn beautiful.”
We stay like that for long moments, Alister whispering soothing, sweet things into the shell of my ear while he holds me. Hot water beats down on us and steam curls around our tangled bodies.
Eventually, Alister stands, helping me up as well. He grabs the bar of soap from the shelf in the shower and begins washing every inch of me, massaging my sore muscles and calming me down with each steady stroke. I feel so precious, so utterly loved, a lump forms in my throat.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice cracking at the end.
Alister turns me so I’m facing him, his hands lightly wrapping around either side of my neck. I tilt my head up, amazed by the concern and kindness I see in his eyes.
He doesn’t say anything, he simply presses his lips to my forehead, as if kissing away all of my sadness. Surprisingly, it’s very effective.
After a few moments, Alister shuts the water off and engulfs me in a big, fluffy towel. I giggle as he dries me off, messing with my hair and tickling me as he goes. I return the favor, making his hair stand on end in all crazy directions.
Alister scoops me up in his arms, carrying me, bridal style, through the loft. We’re both still naked as he falls into bed, covering both of us with blankets. I sigh and curl up on his chest, snuggling deeper and deeper. He combs his fingers through my damp hair, the motion soothing and lulling me to sleep.
Who knew the reclusive giant was capable of such tenderness? Then again, Alister has always been gentle with me. I’m reminded of the flowers I planted outside my window back home. No one thought life could grow in such circumstances, but I proved them wrong. Just like Alister.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks softly.
Before I can think better of it, I find myself saying, “How all sorts of beautiful things grow in unexpected places.”
Alister freezes, his hand pausing on the back of my head. I worry I said the wrong thing, but then he tightens his hold on my head, tugging so I’m looking up at him.
Brown eyes search mine for a brief second before he leans forward and takes my lips in the sweetest kiss. I’m not sure what my words meant to him, but I hope I’m not the only one falling head over heels.
It’s going to be impossible to leave him when the storms pass, but for now, I’ll soak up every second I can with my sweet and surly lighthouse keeper.
CHAPTER SIX
ALISTER
I’m just finishing cleaning off the big rotating lens at the very top of the lighthouse when my phone rings. Service is spotty at best, especially when storms roll in, but I keep a cell phone for… well, I don’t really know. It’s not like I have a lot of friends. I guess some part of me doesn’t want to be off the grid completely.
I wipe my hands off on my jeans, then grab my phone, wondering who it could be. Theo’s name flashes across the screen, and I swipe to answer the call.