He had been in the shower for such a long time his finger pads were beginning to wrinkle. He didn't want to get out knowing she'd be gone. But her scent would remain. The scent of honey and blush red roses. Of sweetness and passion. Alec closed his eyes, her face etched in his memory. Sun-kissed skin that felt like silk under his palms. Slim legs he loved to feel entwined around his waist. Hips that cradled his pelvis as he thrust into her sweet core. A not-so-narrow waist he held on to when he took her from behind and a naturally round belly he loved to kiss. Alec wasn't too keen on women with very flat bellies. It reminded him too much of a washboard. He liked his women slightly rounded and with more flesh. She had a tiny mole on her left hip he liked to lick as it made her moan low, which enticed him and made her sexy in his eyes. Round breasts with dusky pink nipples fit his palms perfectly, and longed for his tongue to flick and mouth to suckle. Soulful brown eyes fringed with thick lashes looked at him with so much trust and desire they beckoned him with just one look.
