Page 31 of Romancing the Rude Guy

I peer over her head and thankfully my leg has stopped its wild twitching.

“You made me feel so good,” I croon. “How about I make you feel good now?”

She laughs and gives my nipple a gentle tweak. “You’re insatiable,” she says.

“Are you complaining?”

Alice looks up at me and grins. “No.”

She wiggles away from me and sits up. Carefully, she swings a leg over my head. Holding onto the headboard, she lowers her glistening mound toward my eager mouth.

Having Alice ride my face is divine. I could die a happy man as her juices fill my mouth and slide down over my lips and chin. I grip her hips and thrust my tongue within her heat, loving her breathy gasps and soft moans.

As much as I love filling her pussy and lapping at her excitement, it’s her clit that needs the most attention. Stiffening my tongue to a point, I rub it around her little button, and she goes wild, bucking and grinding herself against my face.

My nose is full of the smell of her, and her tangy taste fills my mouth. Having my head hugged by her thighs is pure heaven.

All too soon, she comes with a soft cry and her juices rush down for me to enjoy.

She’s trembling as she moves to get away and I’d like nothing more than to lick her to orgasm again. I release her though and am content when she collapses next to me.

I stroke the smooth skin of her back as she snuggles against me and try to think of a single reason for her to stick with me. Sadly, I can’t come up with any. Not when there’s a million reasons she’d be better off without me.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

ALICE

I must drift off because when I come to, I’m alone in Marcus’s bed. There’s a languor to my body and I slowly stretch and wiggle my toes. Marcus is going to spoil me with all these orgasms.

Grinning, I hug the pillow. Not that I’m complaining.

He’s such an unusual man. Gruff and yet unbelievably sweet at times. He still burns hot and cold, and I know I’ll constantly be on my toes around him. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

Hopefully, things will settle down and we’ll be able to read each other’s moods better once we’ve spent more time together.

The door swings open and Marcus wheels in. “Sorry, but if we’re going to make the party, you’ll need to get up and get ready.”

I sit upright in bed and grab for my phone on the nightstand. It’s past eleven! I shove off the covers and bounce out of bed when I notice the tray in Marcus’s lap.

“Since we never got those chocolate chip pancakes you wanted so badly,” he says.

He made me chocolate chip pancakes.

It’s a simple thing. And probably not even a huge deal to him, but it is to me. My nose starts to burn, and it’s all I can do to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes.

“Thank you,” I whisper, coming forward and lifting the tray from his lap. I place it on the bed and carefully slide onto his lap.

Only once I’m sitting do I realize what I did. I jerk and make a move to get off him when his arms band around me and hold me tight. “I’m too heavy,” I protest.

“You’re perfect,” he says softly. His head lowers and his lips claim mine.

His kisses always start off so gentle and sweet. Far different from what I expected from him. He comes across like he would kiss with an angry sort of passion. The sort that consumes and takes.

Instead, he gives.

The desire builds slowly, the intensity ramping up perfectly until we’re kissing like our lives depend upon it. His tongue slips over mine, stroking and gliding in a dance as old as time itself. Despite coming only a few hours ago, my body is quite on board with another round of incredible sex.

We haven’t had penetrative sex yet, and I don’t want to rush or push him. We all have hang-ups and insecurities about our bodies and sadly, his are probably well-justified. I don’t want Marcus to feel pressured or ashamed in any way. When he’s ready to take that next step, I’ll be right here.

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