Page 48 of Recon Rendezvous

Shaking her head, she hums. “Besides my lips?”

I nod as my eyes slip down to her pout, that slightly fuller bottom lip begging to be sucked.

Her smile heats something deep in my gut as she answers, and my eyes trail the featherlight caress of her fingertips as they drift to just below her left ear.

“Here,” she whispers, before moving on to the hollow of her throat with another hum as her fingers softly swipe her scented skin.

I’m entranced as they drift lower, to the swell of her breast. We both suck in a breath as her fingers circle her puckered nipple that’s visible through her fitted silk shirt.

And we both groan as her hand drifts lower and my eyes shoot from her beautiful face as her tongue peeks out to wet those soft lips and back to her hand as it slips under the table, out of sight. She shifts and I know as her eyes flutter shut, she's found her favorite place to be kissed.

“Babycakes, can I taste those fingers?” I struggle to say over the gravel lodged in my throat.

She laughs before returning her hand to the table. “You don't get another question. It's my turn. Where do you like to be kissed?”

“The question shouldn't be where I like to be kissed. It should be where would I like to kiss you. Thanks for the tutorial. I can't wait to follow that path with my tongue and teeth. But you already know I have a sweet tooth and the only place you missed were those cakes. I can't wait to sink my teeth in for a big bite.” I chomp my teeth to emphasize.

Her hand goes to her hair as she gives a soft huff of nervous laughter. “So, I was right. You're a total ass kisser.”

I shrug. “I wouldn't say that. But for you, I’ll bite it, kiss it, slap it, lick it, fuck it. All the things I know you'd enjoy. Things I know you secretly crave.”

Her eyes dilate at each word that falls from my lips. But before she can respond, our waitress returns, and we both shoot up straight, neither of us aware we’d been leaning in, our bodies arching toward each other. As we turn to the waitress, her cheeks are tinted a blazing pink. And while she may not have heard what was said, she could gobble this sexual tension up with a spoon.

“S-so s-sorry about that,” she stammers before clearing her throat. “Here are your mixers and some limes and lemons. Your appetizers will be out shortly. Please let me know if you need anything else,” she mumbles as she turns and scurries off.

London smirks at me, those eyes distracting me as she says, “You seem to have that effect on women.”

Leaning back, settling in, I stretch an arm along the back of the booth as she follows each movement. “And what effect would that be?”

“There’s something about you. You exude sex. Confidence.” She waves a hand around, gesturing to me. “Slight arrogance but like you can back it up. You had that young woman tongue tied.”

I shrug. “There is only one woman's tongue I'm worried about and that’s yours, Ms. Cameron.”

She doesn’t laugh like I expected her to, but instead swipes at the condensation on her water glass before saying, “Fine, don't answer. But it's still my turn, and I get to ask you another question since you didn't want to answer that one.”

Nodding, I fight the urge to touch her hand to get those eyes back on me.

“What’s the longest you’ve gone without sex?”

“Hmm,” I say, making a show of drumming my fingers on the table, before checking my watch on my left hand. “When was the wedding?”

Ignoring my silent plea, her devastating eyes remain fixed on her glass. “New Year’s Eve.”

“And when did you come over as that beautifully wrapped gift? Was that last week?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

“Well, I would say about three months.”

Her eyes fly to mine as her mouth drops open, looking like one of those cartoons where their jaw hits the ground with a crash.

“You're telling me you haven't had sex with anyone besides me in the last three months?” she squeaks.

Leaning forward, I grip her chin, so she holds my gaze. “I'm absolutely telling you I haven't even thought about anyone, let alone shared my bed since then. Since you.” My eyes explore hers as my thumb strokes rhythmically along her smooth cheek. “How could I? I can still remember the tight squeeze of your thighs around me. I was a goner.”

Her eyes dilate before she huffs out a small laugh. “Alexander. You're too much.”

Getting comfortable, my thumb slides along her lip as I consider her. “Nah, I wouldn't saytoomuch. But I think I’m more than enough to make it ache. Do you remember? That next morning. Probably even all night, you felt me with every movement, didn’t you, baby?”

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