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Yael
Alex rowed us to shore like a superhero. His shoulders seemed to broaden as he went, grunting with each stroke. I should have found some way to help, but the show was too good not to give it my full attention. I sat back, forcing myself not to squirm in my seat as he put his muscles through the paces.
Once docked, lightning split the sky, and the formerly light drizzle turned into a torrent of heavy, icy rain jabbing at every bit of our bare skin. Alex grabbed my hand and we took off, laughing and screaming as we sprinted back to the hotel. There was no hope we’d get there dry—this rain had drenched us in thirty seconds—but hopefully we’d beat hypothermia.
When we made it inside, I had to look like a drowned rat wearing a ridiculous yellow poncho, but I couldn’t be mad. That boat ride had been worth it, even though I’d been fairly certain he’d been leading me to my watery grave.
We left puddles in the elevator and the hallway to our room. Once the door clicked shut behind me, I started to strip. Not in a sexy way, but in a get-these-fucking-clothes-off-me-immediately way. Alex went slower, watching me like hefound me shivering atop piles of drenched clothes to be the epitome of sexiness.
Down to my underwear, I darted to the bathroom to take a hot shower—I was frozen all the way to my bones—then glanced back over my shoulder. “Do you want to…?” I tilted my head in the direction of the shower.
He flipped the switch for the glass fireplace, eyes trained on me still. He’d stripped down to black boxer briefs, which clung tight to him, the ridge of his arousal straining the fabric. His sleek, elongated muscles were tense as he braced himself against the mantle. He slowly shook his head, swallowing hard. “No. Go ahead. I’ll be here by the fire.”
“Okay.” If I hadn’t been turning blue from cold, I would have...well, probably rushed head first into this thing—this truce?—when Alex was making it pretty clear he wasn’t ready for that.
I took a quick, scorching shower, then wrapped one towel around my body and another around my wet hair. With the intention of sitting by the fire for a few minutes before I got dressed, I pulled open the bathroom door to find Alex sitting on the bed, his hands steepled between his knees. The fierce look in his flaming blue eyes told me maybe I hadn’t read him right after all.
My steps stuttered just as my breath did, and he rose, closing the distance between us in two long strides. Warm palms landed on my shoulders and smoothed down my arms, then he spun me until I faced the wall and jerked me back against his chest. His mouth glided down the column of my neck and latched on to the place where my neck met my shoulder, biting and sucking until I whimpered from both the pleasure and pain of it.
He walked us forward, wedging me between the wall and his chest, then his hands slid around to the knot of my towel in the front.
“Tell me if this isn’t okay and I’ll stop right now,” he murmured beside my ear.
I shook my head. “I won’t be telling you that.”
He huffed a hot breath, then his lips latched on to my earlobe, pulling at it as he tugged my towel from my body and the other from my hair. Wet tendrils splashed down my back, and Alex shoved them aside to make way for his mouth. His lips trailed across my shoulders, then lower, inching down my spine. Goosebumps rose as he went, but this had nothing to do with cold.
My back arched when he kissed the twin dimples at the base of my spine. Rough hands gripped my butt cheeks, first kneading, then spreading me apart. His breath touched the back of my thighs, his beard grazing the bottom curve of my ass, and I arched more.
I craned my neck to see what he was doing, and the sight of Alex Murray on his knees behind me, his gaze completely focused on my sex, sent my brain into a whirlwind. And when he spread my lips and his tongue touched me there, I felt like I’d been swept up in my mental tornado, spinning wildly.
Alex groaned as he tasted me, his grip on me tightening. His mouth explored and devoured, plundering between my thighs like that part of me was the ultimate treasure. He slid his tongue between my opening and clit, lapping and flicking me into a frenzy.
And then he moved higher, spreading my cheeks to lick me there. My knees nearly gave out, and my vision clouded when he nudged at my opening with his tongue.
Reaching behind me, I gripped his hair as he ate me and pushed two fingers into my channel. I couldn’t focus, each sensation warring with the other, so I let go, throwing out every thought so I couldfeel.
My orgasm began in my throat, sending out high keening noises, and traveled to the flexed muscles of my belly, then to my soaking wet center. My thighs clenched, but Alex’s hold was firm, keeping them spread so he could keep sucking and laving my tender, aching flesh. I yelped, then cried his name, my fingers curling around his unruly hair.
I trembled everywhere, leaning hard against the wall because I didn’t trust my legs to keep me upright. Alex’s beard scratched at me as he kissed my inner thighs and licked the slickness that had seeped from my core.
He meandered his way up my body again until the warmth of his chest molded to my back, and I transferred my weight from the wall to him, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck. His palms followed the line of my curves, from my hips to my waist, and along my ribs to my small breasts. He held them like he was weighing them, then rolled the tips between his thumb and forefinger.
With a growl, his teeth dug into my neck. Arms banding around me, he lifted my feet right off the ground, deposited me on the bed, and stood over me, jaw tight, abs rippling. “Stay. I’m coming right back.”
The water ran in the bathroom, then he returned a moment later, a condom pinched between his fingers. He hovered by the bed, brow furrowed as he peered down at me lying propped against a pile of pillows, naked and still blissed out from how hard he’d just made me come. I gave him a guileless smile as I cupped my breasts.
“Come here and bury me in this mattress,” I said.
His grin was crooked. Dropping the condom on the bedside table, he tugged down his briefs and climbed over me, naked and beautiful.
“Told you I’d eat your ass every day.” He sounded so damn smug, I had to laugh even as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him flush with me.
“Fine by me,” I murmured right before I captured his lips. He tasted minty and cool as his tongue slid along mine.
Hot skin pressed to even hotter skin, I shook with desire. Alex’s length shifted against me, his hips rocking, searching for a way in. He cupped my face, then traveled down to my breast, and finally my hip, tilting me to an even more advantageous angle. The broad head of him probed my entrance, and this wild, carefree part of me wanted to take him just like this. No condom, no protection—raw, unbridled passion in reckless physical form.
But I knew better, and thankfully so did he. Once he’d teased us both to the brink of insanity, he grabbed the condom he’d dropped on the bedside table and made fast work of rolling it down his cock.
