He looks over at me, his brow furrowed. “You need something?”
God, his dark eyes haunt me. I still remember when he looked up at me from between my legs. How unbelievably handsome he was.
Can he see me drooling?
There’s no way I can deny myself, and there’s no point in being shy. He’s seen all of me. There’s nothing left to hide.
But how forward should I be?
I sit near him on the couch, pulling my legs up so I can face him.
His expression is cautious, like he doesn’t know if I’m going to snap.
“I wanted to thank you again for getting Maisy.”
He nods. “No problem.”
“And I wanted to talk.”
“About?”
“Sex.”
He exhales an annoyed breath. “Look, I never wanted to be that asshole that coerced a woman into sex. Let alone a virgin. You’re safe.”
“Clearly.”
“Then why are you sitting here mad?”
“I’m not mad!”
“Then what are you?”
I shift my eyes down to my lap. “Horny.”
“Oh…”
I bury my face in my hands, embarrassed. “I’m sorry! I can’t believe how stupid I’m acting. This would be easier if I hadn’t been such a raving loon for months on end.”
“No, no, no—enough of that.” His arms wrap around me, and I could melt. “Your horniness is not the burden you think it is.”
I look up at him and burst into laughter at the sight of his very concerned face.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to sound like an opportunist,” he says as he brushes a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“Maybe I don’t hate it as much as I used to,” I offer, biting my lip.
“Well, tell me what it is you want, then.”
“I don’t know what I want. All I know is that I want it badly.”
Alistair gives me a wry grin, and my treasonous heart races in my chest.
“So, tell me…did you like it when I ate your pussy?”
My cheeks flush with color, but I nod because I’m in desperate need of relief from the gentle throb between my legs.
“Then what are you still doing in those pants?”