Page 90 of Alec’s Dream

“I need to get dressed,” I told him.

He didn’t move away. What he did do was slide his hands up my arms, over my shoulders, then stopped at my neck, used his thumbs under my jaw, and tilted my head back.

That was uncomfortable. I didn’t want to look at Alec. I knew he’d see more than I wanted him to. He always did, something that I found annoying.

“Baby.” His voice was deceivingly soft. The rumble of irritation gave him away. But if that hadn’t, the flashes of fire in his eyes would’ve. “Straight up honesty.”

“What?”

“Whatever you were just thinking about, I wanna know. Straight up. No walls. No hiding. No hang-ups. Just give it to me.”

Gah. Not only was it annoying as hell he could read me, but his arrogant demand was infuriating.

“Just because we…because that happened doesn’t mean you get confessions of the soul.”

“You just agreed to be honest,” he reminded me.

“Yeah, Alec, when we’re having sex.”

“No, Macy. Not just when I have my cock in you.”

“God, you’re crass,” I complained even though there was nothing to complain about because secretly I loved it when he talked dirty.

Something that I liked during sex, but Doug had told me he hadn’t married a filthy whore.

“How’s this for crass, baby? I want you honest all the time. I want you open to me when I’m fucking you with my tongue, my fingers, my cock—wide open, Macy—bared to me. I want to hear you ask for what you want because I seriously got off on you whispering you wanted my cock inside of you. And you fuckin’ loved me talking dirty to you. You also liked watching. You can deny it, but just so you know, your pussy says otherwise. Which works for me because I like to watch too. So, I want you honest while I’m fucking you because I want to hear you demand to have my cock in that sweet, shy voice of yours knowing that you’re so hot for me you’re mindless with it. I want to hear you pant, beg, moan, and plead. Your pussy is heaven—tight, slick, hot. Nothing better, Macy. I’ve had one go at you, haven’t even had your mouth on me yet, and I’m addicted.

“It cannot be lost on you the kind of man I am. So how you can think I’d be happy taking you to my bed, fucking you, getting a slice of all your sweet, then nothing but sour all the rest of the time, I do not know. I want all of you.”

He had no idea what he wanted, or more to the point, what he was asking for.

“I don’t think—”

“You think too much. You lock yourself in your head and I’m seeing it’s not a great place to be—you in there all by yourself with your fucked-up memories.”

Well, that stung.

“I don’t want to have this conversation naked.”

“Why not?”

“Why not? Because I’ve looked in the mirror, Alec. I know what you see and it is not sexy or beautiful. And frankly, sitting here in front of you looking like you do, is giving me a complex.”

Alec jerked back and I lost his hands on my throat and his hips between my thighs. I immediately closed my legs, watched him bend down, and start gathering clothes.

I should’ve been happy he was giving me what I wanted but my heart sank. I was in the middle of a mental pep-talk, telling myself it was for the best. A lot had happened. I needed to think. When I’d admitted to myself I wanted to explore the possibility of Alec and me dating, I hadn’t thought about the sex part.

Actually, that was an utter lie. I had thought about it a lot. But there was thinking about it and doing it. It was the doing part—the reality of it—I hadn’t taken into consideration. Of course he’d be good at it. I figured he’d be bossy and demanding too, which thrilled me to pieces. But I hadn’t thought he’d demand my emotions, just my body.

I was in a jam I wasn’t sure I knew how to get myself out of and I’d asked for it. Sex had been my idea. Alec had wanted to talk. But I pushed, needing to feel something other than anger and fear. And fuck me, I felt something all right. The sheer thrill of his hands on me was something I’d never forget. But it was the reverence in his gaze, even though his words had been coarse when our eyes locked—it was there, I felt it.

Alec’s hands unexpectedly grabbed my hips and he lifted me off the washer and set me on my feet. He yanked his t-shirt over my head and I struggled to get my arms through the sleeves. When the shirt was righted, Alec tagged my hand and he unlocked the door.

Before I understood what was happening, he had me up the stairs passing the bedroom my kids were sleeping in. He paused long enough to look in. Both kids were sound asleep which didn’t surprise me. When they were out, they were out, and could sleep through pretty much anything. Though I’d been worried because they were in an unfamiliar bed. Good to know they were comfortable in Alec’s house enough to find sleep and stay that way.

Then we were in the master bedroom.

This didn’t seem like a good idea. Not even a little bit. I figured Alec had had enough of me and was taking me upstairs to one of his spare rooms so he could be rid of my crazy.