“He’s not my keeper. I’m twenty-one years old, I can make my own choices. And the one thing I want more than anything for my birthday…” I reach for the hem of his t-shirt, closing the tiny gap between us, “…is for you to kiss me.”
He inhales deeply as his jaw muscles clench, his restraint wearing thin the longer this stretches on. “You’re playing with fire, Sierra.”
“Then it’s a good thing I like a little heat.”
Before my brain can catch up with what’s happening, his mouth descends on mine in a searing kiss that steals my breath away.
On instinct, I kiss him back, my hands reaching for his wrists, his hands cupping my face. His kiss is raw and rough where his touch is soft and gentle as he backs me against the wall, pinning me between his body and the wall.
His lips are strong and soft as they glide over my mouth, controlling the kiss, and my entire body ignites under his touch, every nerve ending coming alive.
He moans into my mouth, like he’s as desperate for this kiss as much as I am, like he’s been waiting for it as long as I have. Like all of the tension that’s been steadily brewing between us these past months has finally spilled over.
I can’t form a single thought other than the fact that Alec is kissing me. His breath is hot as it mingles with mine, and he tastes like whiskey, his musky cologne drifting into my nose, invading my senses.
He’s intoxicating.
His hands roam over me like he can’t get enough. His left drifting down my body to squeeze my ass while his right dives into my hair, deepening the kiss further.
The gasp that leaves my lips allows him entry, his tongue slipping past my lips to taste me, seeking out my own as they tangle together.
I’ve been kissed before, but never anything close to this. They were boys who barely had a clue what they we’re doing, but Alec is all man and boy does he know exactly what he’s doing.
My body’s on fire, and I crave the burn.
“You taste divine, princess,” he mumbles against my lips before he dives back in, not allowing me a second to catch my breath.
His mouth dips to my chin, and then my neck, his hands cupping my ass as he reels me in, the hardness in his jeans grazing my stomach and I can’t stop the gasp falling from my lips.
Holy shit. He feels huge.
He lifts my left leg and I hook it around his waist, the perfect angle to grind my core against his erection.
“Alec,” I pant, “touch me.”
He brings one of his hands between our bodies, dipping under the hem of my dress, goose bumps erupting on my skin as his fingers drift up the inside of my thighs, inching painfully slow to the spot where I crave him.
When he reaches my underwear, his fingers brush my clit over the thin fabric that separates us. I gasp as he begins rubbing circles over the bundle of nerves that throbs beneath his touch. The combined sensations of his fingers between my legs, working my clit, and his mouth on my neck has me climbing higher and higher towards the orgasm that’s been building the second he kissed me.
“No, absolutely not, we go on as scheduled…”
We jump apart at the sound of a voice coming down the hallway. A voice that sounds a lot like Gage.
Alec takes my hand and tugs me back into the women’s restroom, closing the door as silently as he can as we wait for my brother to leave.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” Alec pants. I can’t see his face through the pitch dark, but I can hear the torment of what we’ve done in his voice and my stomach sinks with disappointment.
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true, Sierra. That can’t happen again. I’m sorry.” His hand comes up to my face, his thumb sweeping across my cheek gently. “Enjoy the rest of your birthday, princess.” And with that, he leaves the restroom, his footsteps gradually fading into nothing.
I lean back against the wall and blow out a breath.
Did that actually just happen?
It doesn’t feel real. The man who’s consumed so many of my thoughts these past months finally kissed me, and it was over faster than I could blink.
I don’t care whether he regrets it or not, I definitely don’t. It was the single best moment of my life, one I can still feel despite it being over, my body and mind is still reeling from it.