Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,60

breath.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, still holding my head.

“No. I ate right before you called.”

“Thank fuck,” he whispered as his lips closed in on mine. The second we touched, everything around us exploded. The air seemed to crackle, bright lights flashed behind my closed lids, and desire curled through me from our kiss, down to my toes.

He broke away, breathing heavy as he rested his forehead on mine.

“Sorry about that,” he murmured, but I shook my head.

“Don’t be.”

“Hey, do you wanna sit in the hot tub for a bit?” I blinked at him as if he’d spoken a foreign language.

“Huh?”

“Hot tub. Do you wanna sit in it for a bit?” he repeated as I stared, dazed.

“I don’t have a suit,” I panted out.

The corner of his mouth curled up as he stepped back and tugged me through the massive home by the hand. We stepped out onto his covered back patio and to the end where a covered hot tub waited. He pulled two huge, fluffy white towels out of a cabinet, then set them on the table that ran the length of the hot tub.

The cover went to the side and steam rose.

He tugged his shirt over his head, and my mouth went dry at the gorgeous expanse of skin he had on display. The ripple of his muscles under tattoos and hot, smooth skin, was mesmerizing. So much so that I found my hands tracing over the ridges and valleys as he sucked in a ragged breath.

Before I knew it, I had unbuttoned his jeans and he was shoving them down. Standing in front of me in his naked splendor, he resembled a Greek god of old. My mouth that had been dry was suddenly watering.

“You have too many clothes on,” he said with a wicked grin.

“Yes. Yes, I do,” I said and began to undress. The late October air held a chill, and I shivered. He helped me, and before I knew it, I was up to my neck in deliciously heated water.

Not only did he have a ridiculously amazing wine chiller inside, there was a small one by the hot tub. As I watched, he poured me a glass of my favorite wine and handed it to me over the bubbling water. Steam rose, and condensation covered the glass.

He settled in next to me.

As I sipped the wine, we enjoyed a companionable silence. He found my free hand under the water and laced our fingers together.

When my glass was nearly empty, he took it from me and set it off to the side. Then he easily picked me up and settled me in his lap. We were nearly nose to nose. His hands framed my face again, and I was almost certain it was my favorite thing he did. Well, until his lips found mine.

“I want you so damn bad, Alex, even though I know I shouldn’t.” I moaned in needy abandon.

His hair was soft in my hands as they wandered over him aimlessly. I couldn’t touch him enough. I’d missed him like crazy over the past week. It was both a terrifying and wonderful thought. We weren’t supposed to develop feelings. It wasn’t part of the deal.

He broke away and trailed kisses down my neck and back up the other side. He nipped at my earlobes, my jawline, and my shoulder as he continued to drive me insane with want.

“Alex,” I whimpered when he raised me up to pull my nipples into his mouth one at a time. Not once did he complain when my nails dug into his shoulders. My head fell back as he lavished attention on my body.

The way he had me lifted caused his cock to move away from where it had been sandwiched between us. As the water moved around us, it caused him to line up with my opening. Instinct drove me as I settled over him. It was only the tip that slid in, because of the water killing the lubrication. Instead of easing my ache, my frustration continued to build.

My grunt of displeasure made him laugh against my skin before he sank his teeth into my neck and suckled the tender flesh. Pleasure flooded me and I ground harder onto him. It wasn’t easy going, but finally he was inside, and I was gasping for air.

“Syd,” he growled before he kissed me. It was wild and ravenous. After lifting me up, his hips snapped up to impale me again. My arms wrapped around his neck and his