Page 86 of Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice

“Sorry.” I returned the grin. “The view was just too glorious. But again, why are we still talking?”

He chuckled and bent down to pull out his wallet from his jeans, retrieving the thin plastic foil from inside. The five seconds it took him to cover himself felt like five minutes. When he made a move to remove his glasses, my hand reached out, stopping him.

“Keep them on,” I whispered. The sight of him in nothing but his glasses made my heart ricochet behind my rib cage. Or maybeit was the amazing feel of him against me, skin on skin, his dick pulsing hot and urgent against my thigh.

Alec groaned as I curled my fingers around him, guiding him to my entrance. He slid in, just an agonizing inch, letting his tip graze me, giving me a preview of what was to come.

“Is this going to take all night?” I gasped as he pushed in a little deeper, but still not all the way in. “Because I would really prefer to keep things moving along.”

“Why, do you have somewhere else more important to be?”

His grin was teasing, but his pupils dilated as I raised my hips to meet him, greedily commanding him to sink deeper.

“No, but you do.” I moaned, as he did another circling motion at my entrance, teasing me, driving me wild. “Alec.You need to be inside me. Right now.Please.”

The teasing grin disappeared, and in one swift motion, he plunged into me.

“God, Ellie,” he breathed out. “You feel amazing.”

He was hot and hard and slick, and feltso good. The cords on his neck stood out as he growled, straining to stay still, but I wriggled my hips to take him farther in. Alec let out another groan and began to move, sliding in and out slowly at first, the delicious friction between our bodies nearly sending me into oblivion, then faster, harder, as our sighs and his moans and my pleas of “more” filled the room. Our mouths found each other again, fusing and devouring, as he began to lose control, and before long, I was rocking and shivering against him, as his body shuddered together with mine.

And this time, I had truly died and gone to heaven.

CHAPTER 25Don’t Believe Everything You See on Social Media

Two weeks ago, if anyone had tried to convince me that hot, mind-blowing romance-novel-slash-movie-scenes sexdidexist in real life, I’d have laughed in their face and told them they were out of their mind.

Well, it turned out I’d been missing out on that specific niche. A delicious, mind-boggling, bone-melting, earth-shattering niche. I’d been missing out ona lot.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was his sleeping face next to me, looking positively adorable. I spent the next few minutes watching him, wearing a goofy grin, as I tried to carve his features into my memories.

Last night had definitely changed everything, although I still wasn’t sure where we’d go from here. I knew how challenging it would be with my family, but I was hopeful there’d be a future for—

“Stop staring at me. It’s creepy.”

I blinked. His eyes were still closed, but the tiniest hint of a smile lifted the corners of his mouth. His eyes creaked open, and I loved how his smile lit up his entire face.

Not that I was keeping track, but that was three times now that I had used that word in conjunction with Alec Mackenzie.

“I’m not staring. I just woke up, and I happened to be facing in your direction, which is why it seems like I was watching you, but I swear to God I wasn’t, because I mean, really, who does that? And you’re right, it would be creepy. Stalkerish, even.”

He cut my ramblings short as his mouth found mine, shutting me up. Groaning, I shifted my body and pressed it against his, sending an ache straight to that place between my legs. An encore of last night’s multiple performances seemed very likely, and the mere thought of it sent tingles and lust jolting throughout my body.

But before we could get very far, his phone vibrated on the bedside table. He ignored it, but whoever was on the other end was as persistent as my mother.

“Maybe you need to get that.”

“I’ll turn it off.” He reluctantly pulled away and reached for the phone, but when he saw the caller ID, a frown twisted his face. “Actually, I do have to take this. Stay where you are, because we’re going to finish what we started.” He gave me another kiss and hopped off the bed, heading toward the patio.

Heaving a contented sigh, I grabbed my own phone and scrolled through my text messages. My mother had left several, as expected, and so had Eric. And to my surprise, there were two missed calls, and nine messages from Naomi. Her first one read:

We need to talk. Call me.

I wondered if this had anything to do with the last WhatsApp conversation we were having. She’d sent me a long, rambling message about how my mother had been pestering Eric to have three big weddings: one here, one in Indonesia, and one in Korea,although Naomi much preferred a small, intimate ceremony with family and close friends.

But my gut told me it had something to do with why my mother had called last night.

My thumb hovered over the second message before giving it a tap, and my stomach sank when I read what it said:

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