Alec cupped my face and tilted it to one side so he could kiss his way along my jaw and down to my heck. Alec ran the tip of his tongue along my pulse and nipped at the skin at the base of my neck.
I moaned and leaned closer. My eyes fluttered shut, and vertigo had me hoping we were moving this show to a bed before I collapsed in his arms, capable of nothing more than giving in to the slow burn growing deep within.
Alec worked his way back up to my mouth, consuming my very essence in a life-altering kiss that had me pulling at his shirt, trying to find the hem and the warm, bare skin beneath it.
I needed the rest of my body to feel as close to Alec as my mouth. I wanted to trace those flowers inked on his body with my hands, my lips, my tongue.
"Alec, we are steps away from two perfectly good beds."