Page 46 of The CEO's Sweetheart Deal
The card slips into the slot, and as the light turns green, I push the door open, guiding Alice inside without breaking our kiss. The door clicks shut behind us, and suddenly we're alone — truly alone — for the first time in twelve years.
I pull back just enough to look at her, needing to make sure this is real. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, her brown eyes dark with desire as they meet mine. The dim light from the bedside lamp casts a golden glow across her skin.
"Alice," I breathe, her name like a prayer on my lips.
She reaches up to touch my face, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "All these years," she whispers, "I've been so angry at you. I never let myself admit how much I missed you."
I turn my head to kiss her palm. "I never stopped thinking about you. Even when I tried to convince myself I had."
Her hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me down for another kiss. This one is different — slower, deeper, more deliberate. I wrap my arms around her waist, drawing her closer, feeling the heat of her body through the fabric of her dress.
"I want you," she says against my lips, and those three words ignite something primal inside me.
I walk her backward toward the bed, our mouths still connected, tongues exploring, tasting. When her legs hit the mattress, she breaks the kiss to look up at me, her expression a mixture of desire and vulnerability that makes my heart ache.
"Are you sure?" I ask, needing to hear it.
In response, she reaches for the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly pulls it down. The fabric falls away from her shoulders, revealing smooth skin and black lace. My breath catches as she lets the dress slip completely, pooling at her feet.
She stands before me in nothing but a matching black lace bra and panties, and I drink in the sight of her — the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach. She's even more beautiful than I remembered, even better than I imagined during countless lonely nights.
"Your turn," she says, her voice husky.
My fingers tremble slightly as I loosen my tie and begin unbuttoning my shirt. Alice steps forward to help, her fingersbrushing against mine, then against my skin as she pushes the shirt off my shoulders. Her touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake.
When her hands move to my belt, I have to stifle a groan. She looks up at me through her lashes as she unbuckles it, then slowly unzips my pants. I step out of them, now in just my boxer briefs, my arousal impossible to hide.
I see her eyes widen slightly, and a small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. "Some things have definitely changed since college," she murmurs.
I laugh softly, then pull her against me, savoring the feel of her skin against mine. "Some things haven't," I whisper, kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear that I still remember. "Like how much I want you."
She shivers in my arms, and I guide her onto the bed, laying her back against the pillows. I hover over her, taking a moment to simply look at her — this woman who has haunted my dreams for over a decade.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her, and she reaches up to pull me down for another kiss.
My hand slides along her side, over the curve of her hip, up to cup her breast through the lace of her bra. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts above the lace.
Reaching behind her, I unhook her bra, drawing it down her arms and tossing it aside. Her breasts are perfect — full and firm, with rosy nipples that harden under my gaze. I lower my head to take one into my mouth, circling it with my tongue before gently grazing it with my teeth.
Alice gasps, her fingers threading through my hair to hold me closer. "Oscar," she breathes, and my name has never sounded so good.
I lavish attention on both breasts, alternating between them as my hand slides lower, tracing patterns on her stomach before reaching the edge of her panties. I look up at her, seeking permission, and she nods, lifting her hips to help as I hook my fingers into the waistband and slide them down her legs.
Now she's completely naked beneath me, and I take a moment to appreciate every inch of her. My fingers trace the curve of her calf, the inside of her knee, up her thigh. She parts her legs for me, an invitation I've dreamed of for years.
I slide down the bed, positioning myself between her thighs. She watches me, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths, her lips parted in anticipation. I maintain eye contact as I lower my head, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
"Please," she whispers, and I can't deny her anything.
My tongue finds her center, and she cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth. She tastes divine — sweet and musky and distinctly Alice. I explore her with my tongue, finding the spots that make her gasp and moan. When I focus on her clit, circling it with firm pressure, her hands grip the sheets.
I slide one finger inside her, then two, feeling her wet heat clench around me. Her breathing becomes more ragged as I set a rhythm, my fingers curling to find that spot inside her while my tongue continues its relentless attention.
"Oscar," she gasps, "I'm close?—"
I increase the pressure and speed, wanting to watch her come undone. Her thighs begin to tremble around my head, and then she's crying out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure overtakes her. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subside.
When I look up, her face is flushed, her hair a wild tangle across the pillow. She looks utterly wrecked and completely gorgeous.
