Page 53 of The Alice Equation (The Laws of Love 1)

Somehow he resisted the urge. Already he’d made a bit too much of handing her the refilled shot glass, giving and taking lemon slices, holding her hand longer than strictly necessary as he shook on the salt. When he’d neatened the edges of the little pile of crystals, he’d stroked the silkiness of the back of her hand with his thumb and felt her shiver. Was she cold? Maybe he should put his arm round her?

Her head kicked back as she skulled the tequila, followed by the cutest boss-eyed look as her lips pursed over the lemon. She’d just downed three tequila shots in not many more minutes and he knew from experience Alice’s alcohol tolerance had always been abysmal.

Reaching out, Aaron prised the lemon wedge off her; she giggled and her head, as if suddenly too heavy for her body, dropped forward. She looked like a puppet that was in danger of losing its strings.

“Whoa,”he said, his arms coming out to steady her. Her chin bumped his chest and her eyelashes fluttered as she gifted him a crooked grin. They were close now, really close, and he marvelled at the softness of her breasts, the patter of her heartbeat. She was slighter, yet more curvy than he’d ever realised. But then, he’d never realised a lot of things about Alice… A steady throb started south of his waist and he shifted to minimise contact with his groin; he didn’t want to alarm her.

Gently he pushed the heavy curtain of her hair away from her neck and whispered in her ear, “You all right?”

“Mmm, never better.” Her voice was muffled against his chest. Now her hips bumped his groin and his cock jumped from interested to ready for action.

Holy cow. He was up shit creek.

And what’s more, he didn’t seem to care.

When his arms circled her she snuggled even closer. Gently, he let his lips nip down her neck. Alice inhaled sharply, followed by a little mewl of encouragement. He let his mouth slide lower and her neck extended into his kisses. As her hands sneaked around his waist a growl rumbled up Aaron’s throat which he tried to turn into a cough. Who was he kidding? His lips had reached her collarbone by now. She was pressing into him,down there, and down there everything was hot and swollen and aching.

He should stop. He should… should…not stop.

Suddenly, Alice’s head lifted and she looked up, eyes huge and questioning. But something else, some dark little devil was dancing in there too and it made him want to devour her mouth.

“Is this part of the flirting practice?” she asked, her voice thick as melted chocolate.

For a moment he stared down at her, losing himself in her particular brand of beauty; elfin, delicate, ethereal in a way that he’dthoughtdidn’t appeal to him, but which now he found… mesmerising… enchanting. The kind of beauty princes scaled ivy-clad castles and slayed dragons and swam across alligator-infested moats to get to.

Tequila-fuelled or not, he totally got it.

“I think we could call it that,” he returned huskily, lowering his head. Their noses nudged, once, twice… then the fire took hold inside him and he smothered her mouth with his.

Soft, soft, soft. Moist. Soft. Wet. Ohhhh—Jesus Christ.

The kiss went on and on. Holding his libido back like a dog on a chain, Aaron ran his tongue tip slowly around Alice’s quivering lips. Little moans escaped her; her lips clung to his. She did the same to him. And suddenly he couldn’t stop from diving in headlong.

Tongues slid and danced and duelled and every cell inside him lit up. Not just his groin, which he’d always thought sex was all about, but everywhere—his scalp, the small of his back, right down to the soles of his feet.

Even his toes tingled. As if he’d been waiting for Alice to press some magical button inside him andwham…

And then all thoughts were gone as lust hijacked his brain.

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Better, so much better than she’d ever dreamed… ever hoped… The taste of him, tequila and lemons and salt, the feel of him, his lips a perfect fit with hers, and oh, when his tongue met hers… their kiss had got so urgent their teeth clashed wildly before Aaron softened it, deepened it, unravelling her inch by inch…

And all the time strong arms anchored her as she threatened to spiral off into outer space; his pecs squishing her breasts, the beating of his heart… and… ohgosh,a rod of steel pressing against her belly.

Alice’s fingers itched to sneak down, to outline the size of that ridge. Get the feel of his dimensions… she giggled at the total Polly-ness of the urge.

Aaron dragged his mouth off hers, his gaze heavy. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing.” She pulled his head back down before the weirdness of what they were doing struck Aaron and he stopped. It wasn’t weird to her. It was like she’d just won the superball in Saturday lotto.

She giggled again. This time he laughed with her before nibbling her lower lip.

And then she stilled. One of his hands was exploring tentatively up the front of her ribs. Her nipples pebbled in anticipation as his little finger nudged the underside of her breast. She angled her body to let her breast push out and sighed as she felt the heat of Aaron’s hand palming around the swell of it. His fingers slid under the front of her dress, below the lace of her bra, brushing one engorged nipple. He squeezed gently and the eye-to-vagina superhighway, Alice now realised, had nothing on the nipple-to-vagina superhighway. No, not just her vagina, more precisely the bud of her clit, vibrating in unison with Aaron’s fingers gently tweaking and moulding her nipple.

A whoosh of warmth flooded her panties.

Aaron’s head swooped and the next moment his mouth enveloped her nipple.

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