Can't Take the Heat
Can't Take the Heat
Chapter 8
Chapter Wordcount: 580
She was purring and moaning and god how was that even possible at the same time?
Alec responded with his own brand of purr that sounded more like a growl and Rayce thought she just might melt.
She turned to putty in his hands as soon as he deepened the kiss.
God, he knew it’d be good, but he hadn’t known it’d be this damned perfect.
Alec was so lost in the kiss, in the way her tongue battled for dominance against his, in the way her hands felt roaming across his back that he had no recollection as to how they ended up in the backseat, but then again, he didn’t really care.
He held himself over her, never breaking their kiss, as her soft hands, too soft to be a soldier’s, he thought, though he knew wasn’t the case, found their way under his tan t-shirt and hesitantly began mapping his body by touch alone.
He felt his whole body tremble, Rayce tilted her head away from where his lips had been so feverishly connected to her neck.
“You okay?” she whispered, her voice husky as if from lack of use.
He trembled again, “Perfect,” he growled back.
Their eyes met, blue clashing with hazel green, and they stared for what seemed to stretch on for minutes.
Rayce finally smiled slightly, “I still can’t believe this.”
Alec smiled, “Me either,” he whispered with a slight chuckle, looking away for a moment like a nervous schoolboy before looking into her eyes again.
She smiled and ran her hands up his perfectly sculpted abs, raising his t-shirt. He sat up just long enough to pull the offending garment off before bracing himself over her again.
Her eyes trailed lazily down his form.
Collarbones that begged to bitten and kissed, pecs that were very well defined, perfect nipples that she longed to suck and a set of abs that came from constant training and work, all leading down to a narrow set of hips that a pair of jeans sat dangerously low on…although not for long.
“Manticore sure knew what they were doing,” she grinned as her eyes raked over his body.
He smirked, “Yea they did,” he whispered, letting his own eyes travel over her, regretfully, still clothed form.
She blushed and his eyebrow quirked as he chuckled.
She laughed too, despite herself and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, running her fingers through his shaggy hair, pulling him down into another tender kiss.
He sat up, pulling her with him and kissed her again before pulling her black shirt over her head.
She blushed again. This felt so right, so perfect, but Chase was still her best friend and this was still weird. Not like she was going to fight it though.
He kissed her again, pulling her body closer to his as his hand ran lightly down her spine to unhook her bra.
She moaned into his mouth, letting herself fall back onto the bench seat, bringing him with her.
He smiled while still kissing her; his hand trembled as he nervously reached for her breasts.
She had her face buried against his neck and smiled against his soft skin, “Let it go babe,” she purred, throwing his own words back in his face.
He grinned and let his fingers drag the black fabric away from her body. He inhaled sharply when she was finally exposed to him.
Manticore sure knew what they were doing.
Previous: Chapter Seven | Next: Chapter Nine
Chapter 8
Chapter Wordcount: 580
She was purring and moaning and god how was that even possible at the same time?
Alec responded with his own brand of purr that sounded more like a growl and Rayce thought she just might melt.
She turned to putty in his hands as soon as he deepened the kiss.
God, he knew it’d be good, but he hadn’t known it’d be this damned perfect.
Alec was so lost in the kiss, in the way her tongue battled for dominance against his, in the way her hands felt roaming across his back that he had no recollection as to how they ended up in the backseat, but then again, he didn’t really care.
He held himself over her, never breaking their kiss, as her soft hands, too soft to be a soldier’s, he thought, though he knew wasn’t the case, found their way under his tan t-shirt and hesitantly began mapping his body by touch alone.
He felt his whole body tremble, Rayce tilted her head away from where his lips had been so feverishly connected to her neck.
“You okay?” she whispered, her voice husky as if from lack of use.
He trembled again, “Perfect,” he growled back.
Their eyes met, blue clashing with hazel green, and they stared for what seemed to stretch on for minutes.
Rayce finally smiled slightly, “I still can’t believe this.”
Alec smiled, “Me either,” he whispered with a slight chuckle, looking away for a moment like a nervous schoolboy before looking into her eyes again.
She smiled and ran her hands up his perfectly sculpted abs, raising his t-shirt. He sat up just long enough to pull the offending garment off before bracing himself over her again.
Her eyes trailed lazily down his form.
Collarbones that begged to bitten and kissed, pecs that were very well defined, perfect nipples that she longed to suck and a set of abs that came from constant training and work, all leading down to a narrow set of hips that a pair of jeans sat dangerously low on…although not for long.
“Manticore sure knew what they were doing,” she grinned as her eyes raked over his body.
He smirked, “Yea they did,” he whispered, letting his own eyes travel over her, regretfully, still clothed form.
She blushed and his eyebrow quirked as he chuckled.
She laughed too, despite herself and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, running her fingers through his shaggy hair, pulling him down into another tender kiss.
He sat up, pulling her with him and kissed her again before pulling her black shirt over her head.
She blushed again. This felt so right, so perfect, but Chase was still her best friend and this was still weird. Not like she was going to fight it though.
He kissed her again, pulling her body closer to his as his hand ran lightly down her spine to unhook her bra.
She moaned into his mouth, letting herself fall back onto the bench seat, bringing him with her.
He smiled while still kissing her; his hand trembled as he nervously reached for her breasts.
She had her face buried against his neck and smiled against his soft skin, “Let it go babe,” she purred, throwing his own words back in his face.
He grinned and let his fingers drag the black fabric away from her body. He inhaled sharply when she was finally exposed to him.
Manticore sure knew what they were doing.
Previous: Chapter Seven | Next: Chapter Nine