“Rule number one?” Alex asked, still staring at my mouth.
“Mmmm,” I mumbled.
Alex took a small step towards me. “It wouldn’t be like that,” he pointed out, bringing his eyes up to mine. “It would be two friends, helping each other out.” He started leaning towards me. “Just two buddies helping each other out,” he said again, softly and slowly. He’d leaned so close that his lips were mere centimeters away from mine, I could feel his breath on my face.
“Two buddies . . .” I echoed.
He nodded. “It’s the least we could do for each other. After everything we’ve been through.”
“The very least,” I said breathily.
“The absolute least,” he echoed.
“It’s just sex,” I said.
“Just sex,” he repeated, and then his lips came down on mine.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
I was expecting fireworks, and explosions, and crazy heat and hunger like that video of us, but it wasn’t like that at all, and it threw me.
The world stopped and everything ceased to exist. The only thing that existed were his lips on mine. His lips . . . so slow and searching. As if they were trying to pull something out of me. Fetch something from deep inside. He brushed them against mine softly, like the touch of a butterfly wing. I parted my lips because I wanted,needed, more of him.
He paused and exhaled into my mouth. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with the sweetest smelling air. And then he slid the tip of his tongue into my mouth. Warm, wet, soft. My tongue met his and as if they had known each other their entire lives, they started engaging in a complicated, intricate, sensual dance. Somehow they knew every step.
His hands were on my back. Squeezing, kneading my flesh between his fingers. Gripping at me hungrily. I pulled him closer until my breasts were flattened against his hard, strong chest.
The kiss deepened. It didn’t speed up, we stayed in that slow, steady rhythm that made my limbs feel like they were floating and melting all at once. The dance in our mouths reached a crescendo; our tongues stroking, massaging, lapping at each other.
But when we realized that there was no way of being buried deeper in each other’s mouths than we were right now, the kiss changed.
Fast. Hot. Demanding. Furious and needy. Greedy for more. Any rhythm we had was gone now. It was rough and the movements jagged. His hands travelled lower and he cupped my ass, squeezing hard. And then, in one swift movement, he lifted me. I gasped immediately but wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, clinging on like I never wanted to let go. I wrapped my arms around his neck, laced my fingers in his hair and pulled his head back. I kissed his exposed neck and then he moaned as I ran my tongue up the length of his neck. I tasted cologne. It was bitter on my tongue.
Alex held onto me tighter. He started moving me up and down against him. Against his big hard length. This time I moaned as the pleasure shot through me like lightning. The waves around us lapped violently as he moved me faster and faster. I clung onto him, unable to kiss now I was so overwhelmed by pure pleasure of this moment. And then . . .
“Oh God,” I moaned loudly. This hadn’t happened in a while! In a long, long,longwhile. But that didn’t mean that I’d forgotten how good it felt. It hit me hard and fast and unrelenting. Not stopping. My muscles stiffened and I clung to him. My body shook uncontrollably as the last wave rushed through me; up my stomach, across my breasts, up my neck, into my face, lips, eyes and out the top of my head.
And when it was over, I was rendered limp. Like a marionette puppet with its strings cut. With my head buried in his neck I tried to catch my breath again. My heart pounded against his chest like it was trying to escape. Like it wanted to crawl into him and be a part of him in some way.
After a few moments, Alex let go of me and I slipped slowly down his body and back into the water. Like melting ice-cream down the side of a cone in summer. I was almost in a liquid state now and think I would have puddled into the sea had Alex not wrapped an arm around me and kept me standing.
I slowly raised my head and looked at him.
He was looking down at me now as if I was the only thing that existed to him. No one had ever looked at me like that before. With such singular, intense focus.
He lowered his lips back down to mine, planting a small kiss.
“Come,” he said, extending his hand for me to take.
“Where?” I asked dreamily.
“We’re only just getting started.” He took my hand and we began walking back to the beach together.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
My skin was hot, but his fingertips were cold against my back as he unclasped my bra. He pulled it down slowly, letting the rough lace graze my nipples as he went. A dizzying sensation was building in me, and had been since we’d walked into my room.But he did nothing.My hunger was being teased and tormented. My patience was being stretched to breaking point. Anticipation grew until it was a caged animal that begged to be released. I’d told him to tease, but I needed him to release me from this torture as I stood in front of him, breasts bare and exposed, and all he did was look at me.
“Please,” I finally whispered when I couldn’t take any more of it.
