Page 44 of Pick Six
“What?”
“The way you talk, the way you look. It’s too advanced for me.” But even as she says it, she looks at me like she wants to know what I feel like. Like she’s dying to have me put my hands on her.
“Yeah? You melting under the pressure, Saint?” I slide my hands up her legs. “Spread them for me and let me find out.”
TWENTY-FOUR
Harper
The waythis man’s hands look on me is quickly becoming one of my favorite sights in the world. He makes me feel that combination of sexy and nervous that I haven’t felt in a long time. Probably not since him, if I’m really honest. Because while I liked Drew when I met him, loved him for a while even, it was never the sort of intense spark that I feel anytime I’m around Alex. The kind that makes me feel like I’m going to get burned—incinerated even—because I shouldn’t want him as badly as I do. I keep trying to remind myself of the reasons I shouldn’t.
But none of them are working anymore. Not with the dream I just had. Not when he’s standing here in front of me saying all the right things. His enormous frame dwarfs me in this kitchen and then there’s the bare chest, the tattoos, and the thighs. Like did I even notice men’s thighs before this man? I don’t think so, but now it’s a thing for me. I’m not sure I could conjure a better fantasy than him.
So I do what he asks, spreading my legs for him and watching under half-closed lids as his face lights and a hint of a grin forms on his lips. His hand creeps up my thigh as he leans forward, kissing his way up my neck, sliding between my legs and stroking me through the cotton just as he reaches my jaw.
He groans against my skin as he finds what he was looking for.
“Oh fuck me, you’re such a good fucking girl. I knew you would be.”
Those few words have me melting for him. Whatever he wants he can have.
He strokes me through the fabric at a steady rhythm as he kisses his way down my jaw, taking my mouth again with his. I grind against his hand, desperately searching for more friction as I slide my fingers over his sides and back. He feels like heaven—touching his skin, the muscles underneath go taut as he leans down over me. His lips work their way to my throat again, and he pulls the T-shirt I’m wearing to the side, exposing my collarbone as he kisses his way over it.
His fingers slide to the waist of my underwear and dip under the elastic. “Lift your hips so I can take these off you.”
I do as he says, and he slides them down making a point of dragging them slowly over my thighs and calves as he takes them off. He sets them on the counter next to me, running his thumb over the soaked cotton at the center and grinning before he turns back to me.
“You gotta tell me what kind of practice you want first, Saint. You want to come with my hands or on my tongue?”
“Hands,” I whisper back before I press my lips to his again because I couldn’t take this man’s tongue right now. I’d fall apart in seconds, and I want this to last for a while longer because I like having his attention focused on me way more than I ever thought possible.
Another moment later and his fingers are on me again, parting me and teasing my clit with long gentle strokes that have me sliding to the edge of the cold stone for more, the sensation a counter to my fevered skin.
“Gonna make me wait to taste you? Prove I can make you come first?” He teases me with small brushes of his lips over mine as he talks.
“Yes,” I whisper back as he dips his fingers inside me, curling them and holding them there as I start to slide against them.
“Good. Make me work for it. It’ll make you taste that much sweeter when you finally let me have it.” His breath is on my neck before he kisses me and I slide my fingers over his shoulders, grabbing them as I search for more friction. He swipes his thumb over me, matching the rhythm of my hips as I grind against his hand.
“You like this? When I touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. So fucking perfect. You’re such a good fucking girl for me. So fucking gorgeous and so wet.” He kisses me again, pressing his thumb to my clit and it brings me to the edge of my orgasm a few moments later. Right to the precipice where I’m about to fall over into the deep abyss of it. I tuck my head down, leaning into him and his shoulder. But he stops and tilts my chin up making me meet his eyes.
“I want to watch you when you come. See you and hear all the sounds you make. So don’t hide from me.”
“Okay.” I nod because I’d agree to anything at this point.
Then he finishes me, giving me the perfect amount of pressure and counterstroke to my hips as I rock forward. I gasp when it hits me hard, like lightning curling down my spine and pooling between my thighs.
“Come for me. Let me hear how you sound when I touch you.”
“Alex… fuck that’s so… fuck,” I curse as he keeps the pressure up, dragging out the sensation. I can’t think straight.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, coming for me like this,” he whispers, kissing the side of my throat again.
He manages to wring one more tiny wave out of me and a series of small gasps as I lean forward, his body propping mine up and keeping me from just falling to the floor at his feet. I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath again as his fingers slide out of me slowly.
