He remembered the look on her face when he’d told her off for not waiting for him inside. Upsetting her had disturbed him more than he could have imagined. She’d never admit it, but she needed him. That damn spirit of hers is willful. Unfortunately for him, he was starting to get a feeling that he needed her more than he wanted to admit as well. He imagined her laying in the bed directly above his, fast asleep, and his thoughts turned decidedly erotic. The feel of her warm, wet skin against his, the taste of her lips hinting at the wine she’d drunk. His mouth started to salivate at the thought of kissing down that long beautiful body while his dick hardened at the image he conjured of her naked body. “Fuck this, I need a drink!” He sat bolt upright and jumped out of bed. As quietly as he could, not wanting to wake Melody, he made his way to the lounge. She needed her rest; it had been a rough twenty-four hours, to say the least. Alec only wore boxers to bed and hadn’t bothered putting his robe on.
