caressed the soft skin on her cheeks with my thumbs, holding her eyes. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Alex smiled a small timid smile, probably doubting my words. But it made no difference. I planned to prove it to her. All night long.
I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, gently rolling her onto her back. My bare chest lowered to hers, skin to glorious skin. She wrapped her arms around me so the soft swells of her chest and the hammering of her heartbeat pressed into me.
Goose bumps scattered over my bare skin. Fucking goose bumps. What the hell was wrong with me? It wasn’t like I’d never been with a girl before. I should’ve been embarrassed by the number of times I had.
It was Alex.
The feather light touch of her fingertips traced patterns up and down my back. I could barely contain myself as they sailed downward, drifting over my ass, sliding to my hips, and grazing up the front of my jeans. She swept her hand over my favorite area, testing the waters. And the waters were more than cooperative, garnering a quiet hiss as sweet sensations rushed through me.
I wasn’t sure she knew the hiss was a good thing, because her fingers moved away. But only for a second, before landing on my belt buckle. She went to work, effortlessly unfastening it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she’d done it before.
Damn. Maybe she had.
She slid the belt from its loops and dropped it off the side of the bed. She unsnapped my button and carefully pulled down the zipper, running her hand inside my jeans and over my boxers.
Oh, shit.
Her hand proved a little too much for me to handle, unless I wanted everything to end prematurely. So I broke contact and leaned off to the side of her, giving myself a little time to regroup as I pushed off my jeans.
ALEX
Holy crap. Why’d I feel so self-conscious? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen the picture of me. Like the rest of the school, he knew what lay beneath my clothes.
But the idea of slipping off my skirt, now that I’d already lost my top, unnerved me. Like a game of strip poker, I wished I’d worn two pairs of everything to prolong the moment when I lay totally naked.
I sounded like I didn’t want this. But I did. I really did. And I wanted it with Hayden. So before he could cover me with his body, I lifted my rear end and shimmied out of my skirt, leaving me in my almost nonexistent black thong.
Hayden gazed down at my body, making sure his eyes didn’t linger on any one area for too long. I loved that he did that. Because what guy wouldn’t want to stare at a practically naked girl in his bed? I understood the urge. I couldn’t stop staring at him, in nothing but his boxers with his muscles rippling with every movement.
Instead of letting him roll on top of me again, I pushed him back and straddled his hips, leaning in so our bare chests touched and I wasn’t overly exposed. When he smiled up at me, his eyes were filled with anticipation.
I could feel every hard inch of him beneath me. Sweet Jesus. I lowered my lips to his warm neck. It smelled like his crisp scent and tasted bitter like chocolate. His hands moved to my rear end, gently caressing my bare skin as I teased him with my tongue, kissing and sucking along his collar bone.
Getting a little more comfortable with my position, I shifted my lips and trailed down the smooth skin on his upper chest. He hissed when I lowered to his pecs, so I paid them extra attention, sucking and swirling my tongue around and around until he shivered beneath me.
I moved down his torso and licked across the amazing ripples in his abs. The whole experience sexier than all my fantasies. I nibbled the area around his belly button. His body squirmed beneath me, and groans purred in the back of his throat. He’d warned me he groaned. I loved knowing I caused it.
I gripped the waistband of his boxers and slowly peeled them down his sculpted hips. Of course he had the perfect V going on down there. But before I could get a closer look, he caught my hands and stopped them from moving any lower. At first I thought I’d done something wrong. But