Page 137 of Come Apart
Chapter Twenty-Six
Alyssa is reading in the bedroom, of course.
Her dress is hiked up her thigh. The straps are falling off her shoulders. She acts like she doesn't hear me come in, even as she deliberately shrugs her straps completely off her shoulders.
"I didn't realize you loved your Kindle that much," I say.
She smirks, turning to look at me. "We do this kind of thing all the time." She puts it aside, clearing enough space on the bed for me.
She shifts again, her dress sliding down her body, clinging to her.
Fuck, she's not wearing a bra.
I stare at the way the fabric sticks to her skin, creating a perfect outline of her breasts.
Her nipples are already hard.
She nods to a neat pile on the floor—her bra and panties. There's nothing under that dress but Alyssa.
She shifts to her side, trailing her fingers over the curve of her hips.
Her eyes are on fire.
She looks like she wants to devour me, like she's never wanted anything more than she wants me.
"I had an idea," she murmurs. She doesn't break eye contact as she reaches for a jar of honey on the bedside table.
Damn. That's an idea I can get behind.
Any doubts I had are gone.
Right now, I don't need to talk. I need to feel her and taste her and put my mouth on every part of her. I need her in every way I can have her.
A warmth spreads over me as blood flows to my cock.
I'm on fire. I need all of her and I need it now.
I move towards her. But she shakes her head.
"Not yet. I want you to watch first." She bites her lip as she shimmies out of her dress.
It falls to her waist, exposing her perfect tits. She runs her hands over them, her fingers making small indentations in the soft skin.
Closing her eyes, she lets her fingers drift lower.
It's so intimate and vulnerable, like she's inviting me into her world.
A world I definitely want to be in. Her tongue slides over her lips, her fingertips drawing circles over her firm little nipples.
She opens her eyes and looks at me.
It's an invitation.
No more waiting.
I grab her hips and push her onto the bed. Her legs part, and I'm on top of her, pinning her to the bed. She squeezes me with her thighs, and I sink into the sweet pressure of her body enveloping mine.
She holds my gaze for a moment. It's pure want. Pure need.
