Page 29 of Ache
Alec’s chest is smooth, but he has a sexy trail of hair right below his navel. I love it. It’s soft to the touch and utterly masculine.
He stretches out on the mattress in clear anticipation. I swirl my tongue around the head of his erection, and he expels a low, throaty growl. I love his reaction. I love that it’s a genuine reaction to me.
I swallow his cock as deeply as I can, spurring him to tense. He’s receptive to my mouth, moaning when I suck and growling when I pull away.
These acts are so much more than just physical. There’s a connection between us. A connection like I’ve only felt with one other man. That scares me on so many levels given our history, but I continuously remind myself Alec is not Tage. The situations are completely different. This time, I’m free.
“Ever.” Alec grabs my disheveled ponytail and yanks. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” His jaw clenches, his thigh muscles quivering as I continue to suck and jerk until my palm and his shaft are soaked with my saliva and spurts of cum are exploding in my mouth.
It’s as satisfying to make him come as it is to come myself.
“Jesus, woman.” Alec pulls me into his arms and crushes me against his chest. “I may never let you leave this bed.”
I giggle. “You’ll have to wait on me hand and foot.”
“I can live with that.” He chuckles.
“Well, if that’s the new arrangement, can you start by bringing me coffee?”
“How about we start by swinging by your apartment so you can change and I can take you to lunch? After that, I’ll confine you to the bed.”
“Kidnapping me for the weekend, are you?”
“Absolutely.” Alec cozies up beside me. “I want this body naked for as long as possible.”
“I think we can arrange that.” I dot a kiss on his lips, then his jawbone, then his neck.
“Keep that up and we’ll never make it to lunch,” he growls.
* * *
After a quick pitstop at my place to change, shower, and feed Denali, Alec and I ended up at a casual little lunch place by the Garment District. It’s packed, of course, but we scored a booth and a halfway-decent waiter.
I obviously worked up a serious appetite last night because I found myself ordering fried chicken and cheddar cheese waffles. Not a usual meal for me, but they looked so good I couldn’t pass it up. Alec went with a short rib sandwich and crispy brussels sprouts.
We sip on coffee and ice water as we wait for our food. His fingers find mine across the table, and they do a little intimate dance as we enjoy the feel of each other.
Alec’s presence is as commanding out of the office as it is in it. Except he’s much less intimidating in a light blue T-shirt and faded jeans. This morning, he looks boyish and buoyant. It’s easy to forget just how young he really is compared to most of the other junior partners.
“What made you want to become a lawyer?” I ask.
“It was challenging. It allowed me multiple opportunities to grow professionally, and it paid well.”
“It wasn’t because you wanted to help people?”
“Yeah, that, too.” Alec shrugs.
I shake my head and laugh.
“What? I am a very left side of the brain person. I analyze everything.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“What else have you noticed?” Alec leans over and flirts.
Okay, I’ll play. I lean forward, as well, so our faces are only inches apart. “I’ve noticed that even though you come off matter-of-fact and cool, underneath that rigid exterior is a man who is funny and generous and kind.”
“Oh, really?”
