Page 86 of Alec’s Dream

After that, everything was a blur.

Alec could wait no longer, and in a frenzied, demanding kiss, he seized her mouth and tried to gain some semblance of control. His attempt was useless—Macy returned his kiss with wild abandon. Good Christ, perfect.

His hands went to her ass, lifting her onto the washer. Hers went into his hair and tugged him closer.

Best fucking kiss of his life. He could taste her need on his tongue and demand on his lips.

Brilliant.

Macy’s thighs opened wider, making room for his bulk. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and her legs went around his hips. Alec could kiss her all night, but there were other places he wanted to taste, touch, lick.

Alec broke the kiss, loved her moan in protest, but undeterred, his tongue swept down her throat, continued lower between the vale of her full tits, stopping only to lift his gaze to find her chin tucked and her eyes open as she watched him.

Hell yes.

“Hold ‘em together for me.”

“Huh?”

Unfocused.

Hazy.

Goddamn beautiful.

“Your tits, babe. Hold ‘em for me.”

When Macy still looked confused, he placed his hands over hers, peeled her fingers from the edge of the washing machine and brought their combined hands where he wanted them, cupping the mounds of soft flesh.

“Hold ‘em there for me.”

A flash of embarrassment he couldn’t understand passed over her face. Something to address when he wasn’t minutes from being balls deep in his woman, finally claiming her the way he’d dreamt of.

Holding her gaze, Alec traced the dark pink area surrounding her nipple and watched as the blush turned into arousal.

“You like that, Macy?”

Her head bobbed but Alec wanted more. He needed her to be free to express and demand whatever she wanted. Needed her to take it without awkwardness.

“Tell me, baby, what do you want?”

“You,” she muttered.

“What do you want me to do?”

Alec’s thumbs brushed over her pebbled nipples before he gently plucked and pulled, increasing pressure until she moaned her delight.

Oh yeah, she liked a little pain.

“Tell me, baby, nothing’s off-limits. Tell me what you want.”

“You inside of me.”

His right hand left her breast, moved between her splayed thighs, through her folds, and teased her wet center.

“Goddamn, you’re wet,” he groaned. “Is this what you want, my finger inside of you?”

Alec eased the tip of his middle finger into her pussy and watched closely as her eyes fluttered and her hands still on her breasts, shook.