17. Jaclyn

Chapter 17

Jaclyn

H ow the hell am I going to say goodbye to this incredible man in a couple of weeks?

And why are his shorts damp?

"Alex," I shriek, sitting up. "Why are you all wet?" Cupping the back of my neck, he keeps his thumb on my cheek and kisses me softly. "This is serious!"

"Fuck, you taste good," he mutters against my lips. I attempt to scramble off him as he holds me in place. "You came, and it was the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed."

"You're all wet… from me? " My cheeks heat as embarrassment washes over me.

"And you're not anymore." He sits up and, in a swift movement, flips us until I'm on my back. "We need to remedy that."

Alex takes off his shorts and throws them onto the chair beside us, then spreads my legs wide. While I'm self- conscious about being on display, I'm desperate for him to touch me again. Regardless of how wrong this is, it feels so damn right.

"What are you doing?" I breathe.

"Something I intend to do every fucking day until we leave." He dips his head and licks up my pussy, circling my clit three times, then sucks hard. I cry out, and as he presses his fingers inside me again, the sensation is almost too much.

"You don't have to do this. I know you said you wanted to, but you can't actually enjoy it."

He nips my inner thigh, making me yelp. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I don't know," I whisper, chewing on my lip.

In an instant, he pulls back, and the emptiness is unbearable. As the fire reflects in his darkened eyes, he draws his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean again. A rumble comes from his chest, and I swallow hard as a quiet whimper escapes me. There's something sensual—erotic even—about it, and I can't bring myself to look away.

Despite my pussy still ready and waiting for him, Alex doesn't tear his heated gaze away from my face. With the fire crackling beside me, and my desperation to have him touch me again, I'm too hot, feeling as if I'm about to combust.

"Why did you stop?" I whine .

" ‘I don't know' is the same thing as telling me to stop, princess. When—" He blows out a long breath. "When was the last time someone…?"

My brows pinch. "Someone what?"

"Tasted you, fucked you with their mouth, made you come all over their face." I can't help laughing until his eyes bore into me, cutting my giggles short. "Jaclyn, I'm serious. I've only had an appetizer and am looking forward to the main course. I want to fucking devour you." I reply with a shake of my head, my cheeks flushing. "Fuck, when was the last time anyone made you come? Was it with…?" The pain in his voice is unbearable, a knife slicing my soul.

"No," I reply honestly, shaking my head.

"Are you serious? When was the last time, then? By yourself with a vibrating toy?" He wiggles his eyebrows, and I adore that he's back to his playful self.

" Alex ," I squeak and unconsciously lick my lip. "A lady never discusses her toy collection."

His knuckle traces down my inner thigh, making my breath catch. Without a hint of teasing, he admits, "I hate that you've been with him, but I love that he can't do this to you." Grazing my clit with his knuckle, a soft whimper passes my lips as a groan comes from deep in his chest. "Already so wet for me. Let me taste you again. I want to feel your clit swell on my tongue." I draw my lips into my mouth, stifling a moan. "Please, Jaclyn. "

I should say ‘no,' he's giving me an out. "Yes," I breathe, barely above a whisper, with no regrets.

Without another word, he lowers his head between my legs and licks once up my seam with a devilish glint in his eyes. I wriggle under his touch. He spreads me wider, licking firm circles around my clit. It feels beyond amazing, and I relax into his touch.

As I close my eyes, I grip the top of the lounge chair with one hand to keep myself steady while my other tangles in his hair. Continuing to swirl his tongue, he presses two fingers inside me, then a third. I'm so deliciously full, and so… his . Since we were younger, I've always wanted this—wanted Alex. I shouldn't have given in, but there's no point in denying myself of this perfect man anymore. Even without having sex, he's ruined me. I'm never going to be able to sleep with anyone else, let alone his brother, after tonight.

Alex's moans vibrate against me, and when he sucks hard, it's my undoing. My entire body buzzes as wave after wave of my orgasm crashes over me, almost in sync with the water in the distance. For a brief moment, everything goes black, but I'm not unconscious—there's still the sound of the waves, my heavy breaths, the crackling of the fire pit, and a feral, satisfied growl coming from Alex.

"Alex… I…" I pant, struggling to form a coherent sentence .

My vision comes back into focus, zeroing in on him swiping his bottom lip with his thumb, a cocky grin tilting his lips. "Can you stand?" I shake my head, and he offers his hand. "Sit up." He settles behind me, guiding me by my hips to sit between his toned thighs, my back pressed against his hard chest. Kissing the top of my head, he whispers into my hair, "You're fucking incredible… And you're mine , Jaclyn."

As I turn my head to look at him, he grips the front of my throat, capturing my lips with his. Tasting myself on his tongue as he deepens the kiss, I hum while reaching between us to grip his thick cock through his underwear. He pulls my hand away the moment I touch him, and I whimper in disappointment.

"Not tonight." Alex grabs a blanket hanging on the back of the other chaise and drapes it over me.

"Afraid to consummate the marriage?" I jest, and it earns me a hearty laugh.

"Oh, there will be plenty of consummation, but we've had an eventful couple of days. You need to rest."

We lay together quietly, listening to the waves crash as he keeps his arms wrapped tightly around me. I've never felt as safe and adored as I do with him. And I hate to admit, I trust Alex more than any other person in my life right now. Tonight complicates everything—my engagement, my plans… my heart. He said I'm a woman he could fall for. Now I'm worried that I won't be able to walk away from him in a couple of weeks .

After several minutes, he breaks the comfortable silence. "Are you ready for bed?" I nod, and he helps me up, wrapping the blanket around me again. "No one sees you like this but me." Taking my face in his hands, he kisses me. It's tender, sweet, and breaks my heart in two.

I wait while he extinguishes the fire, then he leads us to the villa, stopping in front of the sliding doors. Lifting me bridal style, he carries me over the threshold.

"What are you doing?" I laugh at his ridiculous gesture.

"What does it look like I'm doing, wife?" he teases back, walking us inside, but none of this is funny. I'd give anything to be married to Alex instead of Chris.