Page 103 of Dream Chaser

His hand found mine. He laced our fingers together, bringing me closer to the edge. My sex clenched. A ripple spread through my core, intensifying until pleasure burst, and I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle my cry.

Alejandro’s mouth curved. “See? I told you.”

I squeezed his fingers. “Come here. I need you.”

He hovered over me. I undid the button of his jeans, then pulled the zipper down. As I skated my fingertips over his hard cock, he squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, Nova…”

“I want to touch you,” I whispered. “Teach me how. Show me what you like.”

He tossed his clothes to the floor. A fresh wave of heat crested over me at the sight of him. I traced his abs with my fingertips, smiling at the soft groan he let out. “Nice to know you’re so affected before I even touch you.”

He leaned down on his bent arm, his face inches from mine. “I’ve wanted you for too long.”

My fingers closed around his cock. “Like this?” I stroked him slowly.

His hand wrapped around mine. “Harder.”

I applied more pressure. Lust clouded his eyes, his chest rising and falling faster. “This is what I’ll imagine when I’m without you.” He bit my neck softly. Licked the shell of my ear. “This, and your taste. How you sound. How you’ll sound when I fuck you.”

He kissed down my throat, to my collarbone, lips mapping my breasts.

I moved my hand faster. Smoothed my thumb over the swollen tip, spreading the moisture over him.

He sucked my nipple into his mouth. His fingertips dipped between my legs, and I spread them for him, arching into his touch.

“Ale…”

He slipped a finger inside me. “Yes?”

“I want you.”

He hoisted himself up. Without his warmth, shivers coasted over me. He slid off the bed and walked over to his suitcase. As he bent to unzip it, I admired how his muscles rippled under his slightly tanned skin. I already missed the feel of it on mine.

“You came prepared,” I whispered, fighting a smile when he pulled out a box of condoms. “Was giving up resisting me the plan all along?” Unless he’d planned to use them with someone else. The thought pricked my heart. I shoved it away.

“I’ve had them for a while,” he said, opening the box. “I’m still a man, and you’re a very, very beautiful woman. My resistance isn’t that strong.”

I rubbed my arms, watching him.

He glanced from me to the fireplace. “Cold?”

“A little.”

He opened the closet and pulled out a bunch of blankets, then spread them over the rug by the fire, completing the setup with pillows and a duvet. “Come here.”

I walked over, breath stuttering under his heated stare.

“What I said before.” He pulled me into his arms. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I kissed the center of his throat. His jaw. Lips. “You’re fine too, Mr. Guerrero.”

“A nice upgrade from boss. Quite a downgrade from Ale.”

“Ale.” I licked his neck, then sucked gently. His answering moan sent frissons of heat through my core. Arms wrapped around me, he sat on the makeshift bed, positioning me so I straddled him. The heat of the fire licked my spine. I threaded my fingers through his hair, then lowered my mouth to his.

Soft. Slow. His tongue met mine, the kiss deepening, our breaths turning frantic as we kissed faster. I rocked against him, and he exhaled hard, palming my ass. “Tell me what you need.”

“Just you.” I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and reached down for his hard shaft, guiding him to my sex. “Like this.”