The Summer of Sunshine and Margot - Susan Mallery Page 0,88

into art.” He winced. “I could have phrased that more delicately.”

She stepped into the room. “I think you phrased it perfectly.”

“Thank you.”

Without planning it, he seemed to be moving closer to her. Or maybe she was moving closer to him. Regardless, they were only a foot or so apart.

“I was impressed you figured out the cabinet,” he said.

“I like puzzles.”

“As do I.”

She smiled. “The foursome was, um, curious. I’m not sure it’s physically possible.”

He smiled, as well. “I’m confident it’s not. No one has a tongue that long.”

“Or a penis like that. Plus there was only one woman. That surprised me.”

Their gazes locked. Her eyes were large and beautiful. He found everything about her appealing. No, not appealing. That was a small, inconsequential word that in no way described his feelings for Margot. She was...magnificent.

“Alec?”

He reached for her. Before his hands settled on her waist, she surged toward him. The space between them disappeared as they clung to each other. His mouth found hers. There was no soft, gentle, slow kiss. Instead there was only heat and tongues and a need to get closer and closer.

Passion swept through him, stealing his breath and his ability to think. Their kisses deepened, igniting a growing craving. The rest of the world faded. She reached for the buttons on his shirt. He undid the zipper on her dress. His task was more successful than hers because while she fumbled, he tugged the dress off her shoulders.

She laughed. “We can’t both do this at the same time.”

“You’re right.”

He undid the top two buttons of his shirt, then pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. She let her dress fall. He had a quick glimpse of her slim body, narrow hips and small breasts before she flung herself at him, pressing her mouth against his as she rubbed his bare chest.

She thrust her tongue into his mouth. He closed his lips around it and sucked gently. She groaned, then nipped his lower lip. He unfasted her bra and tugged it free. Even as he reached for her breasts, she was pulling his hands to her. When he ran his thumbs across her tight nipples, she sighed her pleasure.

He saw the wanting she felt and watched her pupils dilate. She ran her fingers down his belly and pressed her palm against his erection through the layers of his jeans and briefs. His hand slipped lower until he reached inside her panties and found her wet and swollen. He circled her clit and she gasped.

At that moment, it stopped being a game. He unfastened his belt while she pulled off her panties. While she scrambled to sit on the desk, he pushed down his jeans and briefs, then moved between her open thighs and let himself sink into her waiting warmth. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his hips, and drew him close.

Even as he kissed her, he slipped a hand between them so he could rub her clit, trying desperately not to give in to the building pressure inside of him. He wanted her, needed her, but not just for himself.

She leaned back and braced her arms behind her, her hips pulsing in time with his strokes. He moved his thumb against her swollen center.

“Tell me,” he growled.

She opened her eyes and smiled. “Faster and harder.”

He did as she requested, pushing down as he rubbed more quickly. The smile disappeared as her breath caught. He felt the first telltale quiver deep inside her and increased the pace of his thumb and his thrusts.

Her nipples tightened. Her breath came in pants. She ground herself against him, then arched her back, and threw back her head as she called out his name.

Her orgasm claimed her in a shuddering, rhythmic vibration that sucked him in and hung on until he had no choice but to surrender. He spilled himself into her, savoring the release. When she was still, he grabbed her hips and went in even deeper until he, too, was spent.

She collapsed onto the desk. He slowly withdrew, then pressed a kiss to her belly. They looked at each other.

“Thoughts?” he asked gently.

She motioned to the open door. “I’m just really hoping your mother doesn’t choose this moment to come home.”

Alec stared at her for a second, then threw back his head and started to laugh.

* * *

Twenty minutes later Margot was cleaned up, dressed and standing outside as Alec put steaks on the barbecue. She felt good. Happy. Content.