Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
I can’t risk the outside one because I don’t know what the security setup is here. If an alarm sounds, I’d be busted. So I have to wait until there’s no one in the kitchen so I can slip through that door.
It’s hell, knowing she’s so close and pretending I’d rather be sitting here. Every time I looked at her today, I wanted her back in my arms. Our kiss last night is all I can think about.
“Dalton, come out and swim!” June walks out of the kitchen carrying a bottle of wine, wearing a white bikini and a sheer cover-up.
She sounds tipsy. I flick an annoyed glance at her. “No, I’m good.”
My anger flares as she walks over to me. I’m not in the mood for her whining. “Come on, Dalty. Have some fun for once.”
“I want to be alone.”
She huffs out a breath, cradling the bottle close to her chest as she goes over to the doors that lead outside. “Fuck you very much. You don’t even get the point of this show.”
I don’t react. Once she leaves, I wait for her to get several yards from the door before I shoot up from my seat and race into the kitchen. Fucking finally.
Once I’m on the other side of the door, I breathe a quick sigh of relief and hurry to the end of the hall, where I knock lightly on Alice’s door.
She opens the door, motioning me inside. I step in and she closes the door. I take in her casual, formfitting black tank top and red boxers with white hearts, the white straps of her bra peeking out from under the tank top. Her hair is loose and curly around her shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, my gaze sliding down her body and then back up again.
We stand that way for a few seconds, me drinking her in with my eyes, my hands flexing at my sides, as she gives me a shy smile. When her eyes slide down to my crotch and she sees my arousal, her smile turns bolder.
“If you wanted to kiss me some more, that might be nice,” she says softly.
“Might?” I quirk a brow, amused.
She shrugs, her expression playful. “I can let you know after.”
We lunge for each other, my arms encircling her lower back and pulling her body against mine. I kiss her, the longing I’ve been feeling since I left this room last night coming through in my groan.
She tugs my T-shirt up as she kisses me, moaning as she puts her palm on the bare skin of my back. Her fingers glide up as she explores, feeling my upper back and shoulder.
I squeeze her ass gently, making her inhale sharply. She takes a step back, her gaze locked on mine as she pulls her tank top up and off over her head.
My exhale is long and ragged. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes, her eyes swimming with desire.
“We won’t get much time together,” she says, and I’m not sure if she means tonight or ever. “So let’s not waste what we have.”
She reaches around to her back and unfastens her bra, the satin cups gently dropping away from her round, full breasts as she takes it off.
“Fuck,” I whisper, awed by her body. “You’re sure?”
She nods, an uncertain flicker passing over her face. “Are you?”
“Completely. And if you change your mind--at any point--I won’t be disappointed, okay? I want this to be exactly what you want.”
A smile plays on her lips as she slowly slides her boxers down, my mouth going dry.
She’s perfect. Her body is soft and curvy, her pussy bare and smooth. I could look at her for hours, letting my hunger and appreciation for her build. But she doesn’t want to waste time, and I’m too mesmerized to give her anything other than exactly what she wants.
I pull my shirt off over my head and drop it to the ground. Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at my chest and abs, her gaze lingering as I push my shorts and underwear off.
When I cover the few steps between us, she looks up at me, her expression shy. Her nipples are pebbled with arousal, though, and it’s hot as hell.
She puts her palm on my chest, sliding it over and then down, exploring the lines and ridges of my body. This time, she goes lower, gently stroking my erection and making me hiss in a breath.
I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, soft and slow. Her touch makes me groan. I’ve been touched before, of course, but never like this, never by Alice, who knocked me off my feet with a single conversation.
Since that day on the beach, I haven’t looked at or thought of another woman. There’s just Alice--strong, beautiful, compassionate, vibrant Alice.