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Alastair smiled and gave a slow, satisfied, nod.
“Good.”
He stood and put a knee on the bed, looming over me, making me lean back until I hit the mattress with a giggle.
“Because I want to take my time.”
Chapter Six
Debauched
“Fine,” I said. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his exquisite forearms—veiny and super masculine.
“Fine,” he echoed. “Youare fine, Toby.So fucking fineI just want to eat you the fuck up.”
“You already did that,” I pointed out.
“No, no. That was nothing but an amuse-bouche, my fine friend.”
I snorted. “Could have fooled me. But yeah, it was very, very amusing on my end.”
I wasn’t sure we were friends. I wasn’t sure we were anything but two bodies colliding in the night—er, early morning. But maybe I was fooling myself, because this already felt like something I’d never experienced before. I didn’t want to get in too deep with someone who was only supposed to be a one-night stand, but it was hard to put up a wall when you didn’t want to.
So, I didn’t—or not much of one, anyway. Mr. Kenney—Alastair—had oozed sincerity since we’d chatted on the steps of Maverick Molly’s, when he’d confessed to a plethora of hookups and not apologized for any of it.
I supposed I was one of those hookups, now. Well, I would commit to it a hundred percent. And if we only had a few hours together, then they might as well be good ones. I could pick up the shattered pieces of my soul later.
He kneeled over me, straddling my hips but not putting his weight on me, examining the silk buttons on the front of the corset. “I love this. Never thought a corset would look so good on a man.”
“Yeah,” I breathed, “It feels good, too. I like the way it…holds me together? I don’t know.”
He smiled again. That dimple was gonna be the end of me.
“I like the way it holds you together, too.”
He cupped my waist and bent to kiss me.
Kissing on the sidewalk had been hot. In the elevator, even more so. But locking lips with Mr. Alastair Kenney as he loomed over me on the king-sized bed in a room at the Chateau Laurier, after he’d already made me come and half-undressed me so seductively, was fucking epic.
I opened beneath him like a star-struck virgin, thrilling to his masterful tongue and wandering hands. They roamed all over the corset, squeezing, tracing, stroking it…and me underneath.
The kiss started off deep and devastating and only got hotter from there. I thought I was going to suffocate but,meh, breathing was overrated. This kiss was everything. If I hadn’t yielded completely to him before, I definitely did now.Take it, it’s yours, my body was saying.
My brain lagged a bit behind, not wanting to go too far in the name of—I don’t know what. Modesty? Fuck, no. Comfort? Hell, I was feeling pretty comfortable with Mr. Alastair Kenney. Maybe more of a don’t-give-everything-up-on-the-first date vibe.
But then, this was supposed to be a one-off. The question was, did I want all of it? Or did I only want an entertaining, surface tour?
It was hard to decide when I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight.
And I was a bit confused that he wasn’t suggesting I suck him off—which I was totally willing and eager to do, thank you very much—or give him a hand job—yes, please—but seemed content to kiss and fondle me, even though I’d already made a mess of the carpet in a room at the fanciest hotel in Ottawa.
I broke from the kiss. Alastair continued along my jawline as I forced myself to speak.
“Don’t you want me to…?”
“This is fine. I want to kiss you, touch you.”
“Okay,” I sighed.
