We.

I grab his shirt and pull him back onto my body. His smiling mouth covers mine again.

“How many times have you imagined my cock buried deep inside of you, Winter?” His tone hard and grave.

“Every time I look at you, Aleck.”

His hands tighten around my waist, his fingers digging into my skin roughly as a response. I’m about to have sex with Aleck Fox. I’m about to let Aleck Fox massage my nethers with his tongue.

And why am I so comfortable with this? Three days ago, Aleck was a stranger. Three days ago, the anger he induced shaved two years off my life. Something tells me he’s about to give them back. Something tells me Aleck is about to breathe life into me so passionately I’ll levitate.

His hand glides up my thigh and under the hem of my dress until it reaches my panties. Air catches in my lungs when Aleck’s fingers slide over the cotton, finding my clit immediately.

“Fuck,” he growls, the vibration of it resonating between my legs. “You’re soaked. Your body wants me, Winter.”

Aleck slides his free hand up my other thigh slowly. His dark azure eyes locked hard on mine. “Be honest, how long has it been since you’ve been fucked, Winter?”

His question takes me momentarily off guard. “Uh, long time, Aleck. A very long time.” I’m ashamed to admit.

Now that I’m here with Aleck, I see the appeal of sleeping with someone you have no interest in a future with. I bite my bottom lip, feeling the ache of anticipation. Aleck’s eyes drop to my mouth, then find my gaze again. His fingers hook over the waistline of my panties while I lift my ass from the counter. He tugs them down my legs, maneuvering them over my heels with a devilish smirk that tells me he prefers to leave them on.

Of course he does. Aleck Fox exudes the air of a man who prefers to fuck women wearing heels and nothing else.

“I’m glad it’s me. I’m glad I’ll be the one bringing you back to life. I’m going to make you come so many times, you won’t be able to speak.”

He wraps his powerful hands around my ankles and lifts my legs, curling them around his shoulders, then he lifts my dress up my stomach… and stares at me. Stares at it. Aleck Fox is staring at my pussy. His lips part. His chest expands with a deep breath, then he expels the air through his teeth.

“So pink…” he says, licking his lips. “So pink and so lonely.” Then he rubs his thumb through my folds. I gasp when the pad of his thumb presses into my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles over it. “Let’s remedy that, shall we?”

Aleck’s head dips between my legs, he presses his nose into my sex and breathes in deep, inhaling me into his lungs.

I’ve never felt more on display. Like he’s observing a painting slowly, reveling in every layer before he steps back to see the whole picture.