He grabbed her by the waist, flipped her over his body and rolled her onto her back, opening the robe. With a dark smile on his face, he fished an ice cube from his glass and traced a path along her bikini strap and up to her neck.
She arched on the reclining chair and complained, “It’s cold.”
Alistair settled his big body over her wet one and whispered on her mouth, “Then let me warm you.”
“Are you crazy?” Sophia’s eyes widened. “We’re going to get arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Nae. I put the do not disturb sign on the handle. And Zareb is down the hall. No one is going to get by him,” he said as he moved the ice over her lips. To and fro. Slowly. She opened them and tasted the scotch with the tip of her tongue.
“Crazy man,” Sophia moaned as his mouth and tongue followed the ice cube conquering her mouth in a long, hot kiss.
“I love you,” he breathed as he kissed his way down her neck and collarbones.
“Ah!” Goosebumps coated her skin and her nipples hardened under the wet bikini as he circled them with the ice cube and his tongue traced the contour of her bikini top. She pushed the small triangles away, liberating the puckered nipples to his hot and greedy mouth.
“I’ll never again drink scotch without thinking of this,” he rasped as he picked up his glass and bathed her with the liquid, holding the ice cubes with his fingers. “Never,” he whispered on her breast as he licked it with long and slow strokes of his tongue. “What do you want?”
Sophia shoved her fingers in his hair and pulled his head down to her breast, but he resisted.
“Say it, Sophia. I want to hear you.”
She wound her legs around his hips, pressing up against his arousal, “You. I want you.”
“Ah-ah.” He moved against her and his tongue flicked over the hard nipple. “Tell me. Be explicit, be dirty.”
Fuck me. She pulled hard at his hair, yanking his head up.
When he stared into her eyes and tsked, she hissed in staccato, “Suck. My. Tits.”
Yeah! Almost there. “Nice.” His sardonic smile broadened and his eyes flashed as he tsked again and pinched her nipple lightly. “You forgot the magic word.”
You bastard. She groaned, “Please.”
He laughed low, a pleased rumble that reverberated throughout Sophia’s body. “Next time, try to put some meaning into it,” he said just before his lips sucked a nipple into his mouth, making her moan loudly.
“Yes! Please!” Her fingers dug into his scalp and she lifted her hips, rubbing against his hard on.
That’s it. Blindly, his fingers groped inside the glass taking another ice cube. He swirled it over the neglected nipple before transferring his mouth to it.
Sophia felt disconnected. All she could do was feel the cold path of the ice and the following hot trail of his mouth and tongue gliding down her belly, rimming the bikini line and down her legs, creating havoc on her senses.
She untied the bikini bottom, baring herself to him, but he completed ignored it, nibbling his way down her right thigh and then up her left.
He raised his head and smiled darkly at her, just before he brushed the ice cube on her clitoris followed by a pressured circle of his hot tongue.
Sophia screamed and his laughter was smothered by her skin.
“Scream louder and Zareb will be here in a second,” he murmured and lapped and nibbled at her until she was squirming under his talented mouth. “You are soaking wet, sweetheart.”
Unexpectedly, she sat back on the chair, bent her torso and pushed her nose on his face. “Stop torturing me and make me come.” She took his mouth in a bruising, brief kiss that showed her desperation. Lying down again she shoved his face down between her thighs. “Now. NOW!”
He laughed again and his muffled voice had an unescapable note of authority in the only word he said, “Ask.”
“Please,” she didn’t ask. She demanded.
“Please, what?” He raised his lids enough for her to see his flaming green eyes as he lapped softly at her clitoris and brushed his fingers around her slit.
Fuck me, Alistair Connor. “Tongue me. Finger me. Fuck. Me.” Sophia felt his warm breath against her tender flesh as one finger plunged inside her. Then two. Stroking, filling her.
One loud moan after another left her mouth as he continued to lick and fondle, his tongue exerting firmer pressure, his fingers plunging in faster.
He unrelentingly stoked her desire higher and higher until a hard and fast orgasm exploded inside her.
She bit her lip to avoid screaming, but a strangled sound left her mouth anyway as he continued to suck and probe her with his fingers, giving her no time to recover from the climax.
Alistair felt as her body started to tremble again and he pushed himself over her. His eyes held her still as no bondage ever could, in a hungry, wolfish stare, consuming her as he made his way into her body.
“Alistair,” she gasped and her nails dug into his biceps, “I love you.”
He slammed into her to the hilt and closed his eyes, stilling over her, with his head thrown back, reveling in the words and the tight feeling of her body gripping his. “Say. It. Again.”
The gorgeous sight of his neck and chest muscles and the stretching feeling of his invasion made her moan with pleasure. Her hands were shaking when she cupped his face and made him look at her.
“I love you,” she breathed on his mouth before kissing him and lifting her hips, demanding fulfillment. She wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her fingernails into his shoulders as he thrust, gathering her in his arms so close to his body that there wasn’t any space between them.
“Love me,” she whispered, “I’m yours.”
“Yes. You’re mine,” he breathed against her ear, taking her lobe in his mouth as he moved his hips slowly. Pounding and circling. Kindling her fire.
“Now,” she commanded as the edge drew nearer. “I’m-”
“No. Not yet,” he groaned against her neck, nibbling it as he hammered deeper and faster as if wanted to bury himself in her. “Wait for me.”
She spurred her feet on his buttocks, flexing her hips up, biting his neck as she spasmed around him, throwing him over the edge.
A lustful groan came through his clenched teeth as he pushed inside her, again and again, not wishing it to finish, not wanting to let go, holding onto her as if she were his lifeline.
“Again. Don’t stop,” he heaved, desperate, “again.”
His primal cry crashed through her last locked door and filled her with a savage need. She breathed in his masculine scent and raking her nails on his back, feeling his throbbing desire rippling through his muscles. She bit his earlobe, struggling to keep another orgasm at bay as she felt herself becoming hotter.
Waiting for him, she tightened and loosened in a rapid crescendo around his arousal, pulsing and sending raw energy through his spine, before bucking her hips up as her fingers pushed his buttocks down, forcing him even deeper, “Come. For me.”
His hoarse shout filled the night as he let his desire consumed him in a blazing fire and burst radiantly through her in a dizzying climax, an unrivaled force that robbed her of all senses and intelligible thoughts.