He places his index finger under my chin and brings my face up again. “I don’t think that at all. You act more mature than many adults I know. That’s why it was such a shock to see you in my class at DuBose.”

“How old did you think I was?”

“Twenty-one, at least. Your confidence was such a turn-on. I think I fell for you the moment you offered me that ride.”

His confession makes me feel a thousand times better. I smile against his chest.

“You don’t think I also worry this is nothing but a dream? I’ve never loved anyone as fiercely as I love you, Goldi,” he continues.

My heart soars. I look up again.

“Really?”

“Yeah. And it terrifies me. I lost my best friend, and I almost lost my mother. I don’t think I can handle losing you too.”

The pain etched on Alistair’s face breaks my heart. I caress his scruffy cheek while I grasp for what to say. Nothing seems adequate. I can promise I’ll never leave him, but I can’t cheat death.

“Tell me about Jamie.”

Alistair releases a heavy breath and looks out in the distance. “Show business is tough, more so when you’re young. I loved acting, don’t get me wrong, but the pressure of growing up in front of millions wasn’t easy. Jamie and I bonded early on during the show, and we helped each other out when things got tough. He knew things not even my parents or Forrester did.”

He threads his fingers through his short hair, taking a deep breath.

“When he killed himself, it came as a shock to me. I was his best friend, and I never knew he was suicidal. I blamed myself for not seeing the signs, for not being there when he needed me the most. My way of coping was not good, as I said already.”

“Alistair, surely you know it wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, now I do.”

I brush my thumb over his lips, desperately needing to see that sadness gone from his eyes.

Desire sparks in his gaze. He grabs my wrist and then shortens the distance between our mouths. The kiss is soft at first, but like always, they never stay innocent for long, and before I know it, I’m lying on my back and he’s on top of me.

“Alistair, won’t your parents see us?”

“After all that wine, they’re sound asleep.”

He trails open kisses down my collarbone while he runs his hands down my arms. I’m wearing a thick sweater and jeans. I didn’t expect a make-out session outside his parents’ house.

Alistair scooches back, lifting my sweater and the T-shirt up, revealing my stomach and bra in the process. Instead of trying to cover myself, I arch my back, offering my breasts to him. He cups them with his large hands and licks my cleavage, sending a shot of pleasure down my spine.

He pushes my bra up, freeing my girls. The cold air makes my nipples turn hard in an instant, and when he sucks one of them into his hot mouth, I let out a moan. It’s going to be extra hard to keep the volume down.

Alistair switches his attention to my other breast while he cups my sex over my jeans. As much as I wish there were no barriers between us, the friction of his hand over the fabric feels amazing.

“Oh my God. You’re killing me, Alistair.”

He presses his thumb over my clit, making a circular motion. Dio Santo. My entire body is caught in an electric current. I couldn’t stop the orgasm from coming so suddenly even if I tried.

I cover my face with the blanket to muffle my cries as I come swiftly. That was record time. I’m still riding the wave of pleasure when he lifts me in his arms.

“Where are we going?”

“I need a bed for what I plan to do with you.”

He strides across the backyard and reaches our little piece of heaven in a few seconds. Kicking the door closed, Alistair seals his lips with mine, and together we fall onto the bed. We’re acting in a frenzy, our hands working furiously to rid the other’s clothes.

Finally completely naked, Alistair lies on his back with me on top. I rub my aching core against his cock, but he has other ideas. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me farther up until I’m practically sitting on his face.

“Alistair, what are you doing?”

“I want to feast on your sweet pussy, Goldi.” His warm breath fans over my sensitive skin, and pleasure makes my toes curl.

“I have a better idea.”

I turn around, leaning forward until his erection is within reach. Grabbing his cock at the base, I bring his entire length into my mouth at the same time he strokes my clit with his tongue. I almost forget what I’m doing for a moment, but his grunts spur me on, so I try my best to concentrate on the task at hand. I love the saltiness on his skin, how with each stroke he gets larger in my mouth. When he begins to pump his hips up and down, I know he’s close to his release. And so am I.

He grunts against my pussy right before his hot seed fills my mouth. I climax not long after, fighting to keep myself from collapsing too soon.

After I finish drinking everything Alistair has to give me, my muscles finally give out. I fall to the side and don’t move for several beats, more than happy to lie next to the man I love in this awkward position. I only open my eyes when I feel the mattress move. Alistair switches position in bed, and he’s now lying by my side, face-to-face.

“That was amazing.” He kisses my nose.

“I’ve never done that before.”

“You’ve never had a sixty-nine?”

“Nope. Before I met you, I was pretty much a virgin.”

He grabs my ass, bringing me closer to his body. “What else have you never done before?”

“I think it’s easier for me to list what I have done. I’m pretty vanilla when it comes to sex.”

“It’s my favorite flavor.”

He kisses me again before rolling on top of me. His cock is hard and ready to go.

“Boy, you recover fast.”

“It’s you, Goldi. It’s all you.”

He thrusts forward, sliding in with ease.

It seems we aren’t getting any sleep tonight.

ALISTAIR