Page 67 of Love You Like That (Excess All Areas 4)

“We don’t need to wait. You know. For more.”

Alex slipped the sweater over her head. “Yeah. We do. We said slow. Just because we’re horny doesn’t mean we need to blow straight through to penetrative sex. And, anticipation is good for the soul.” He unbuttoned the white shirt he’d loaned her and slipped it off her shoulders. “I like these bralettes you wear. All lace and skin.”

“Small boobs don’t need much support.”

“Small boobs are my crack. I might have jerked off to the idea of yours before we kissed.” He ran his finger down the shallow valley between her breasts. “Now I get to jerk off to them for real.”

Zoe reached for the hem of his sweater, and he ducked his head to assist her in pulling it off. He wore nothing beneath it. His ink was even more breath-taking up close, and she ran her fingers over it. A large black scorpion ripped up the side of his ribs, fallen chess pieces, all in black and white. Realist cherries in ruby red were the only colour.

Alex eased his thumbs beneath the lace before he gripped it and pulled it over her head. It caught her hearing aid, knocking it loose.

Alex noticed and carefully put it back in place. “Sorry. Is that back on right?” he asked.

Gently, she placed her hand on his wrist. “Yes. Thank you.”

Alex stripped her of the rest of her clothes, then removed the rest of his own.

It should feel weird, standing in a strange hotel room with Alex. Both of them naked. In the daylight, which was never forgiving.

But it wasn’t. Alex’s eyes heated her skin as they tracked slowly down her body. If he touched her, she was sure she’d be wet.

“You want to know what does it physically for me about you?” he asked, still not reaching for her.

“Yes.” Because words were important. Like the notations on a musical score, it explained what the composer wanted you to know. And she did want to know what Alex saw in her.

“Your height and frame. I love the idea that I could overpower you. That when we have sex it’ll be a breeze to move you to where I want you.” He ran a finger down from her ear to her shoulder. “I love the long line of your neck.” He put his hand around her throat. “And that my hand fits here like this.”

Zoe gasped, but not in fear. It felt safe. And hot.

“Your eyes are so fucking expressive. They tell me everything you won’t say.” He pressed his thumb to her lips. “And you know how I feel about these.”

“Alex.” The word came out in a whisper. Even if she couldn’t have understood any of his words, his touch, his lips, and his eyes conveyed meaning.

His fingertips slipped between her breasts, over her ribs, around her belly button, until he reached her pubic bone. “And when I saw you in that dressing room, when I leaned back in that chair and stared at your pussy, I loved that you had hair.” He tugged gently on some, making her whole pelvis tilt forward involuntarily.

Smiling, he did it again, and she gripped his wrist.

“Like that?” he asked.

“I guess so.”

He slid his finger between her legs, sliding through her wetness just once before raising his finger to his lips. “And you taste so fucking sweet, I could eat you out every morning for breakfast.”

Zoe dipped her head, the intensity of his attention almost too great to bear.

Alex gripped her chin and lifted her gaze. “We talk about this shit, right?”

“Does it not feel strange to you? To talk like this?”

“Why would it? Sex is good, but it can be amazing if you communicate. We talk about why the other turns us on so we both feel secure in this, yeah? So when we’re fucking, we can give the other what we need because we know. Plus, words build anticipation.”

When she nodded, he opened his arms wide. “So, tell me, Zoe.”

Remembering their bus conversation, she smiled and wrapped her hand around his bicep. “I like your physique. Strong arms are my catnip, but not the big bulging weightlifter kind. Yours are the perfect mix of lean and muscle. And you have a deceptively angelic face.” She touched his cheek.

“Wait, are you using my words from that night you wore my shirt.”

Zoe giggled. “I am. But you summed it up so well. Your face is as sweet as your mouth is dirty, which, while it’s a lot, is hot.”

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