Enough Isn't Everything (Everything Trilogy) by K.L. Shandwick

on, and gesturing at, the orange juice. “Breakfast, that’s it? Hmm… it’s definitely not good enough, Alfie,” I mock sneered and shook my head at him, crossing my arms.
    He pushed himself off the counter by his ass, his hips jutted toward me before he righted himself as he found his balance.
    Alfie saddled over to me and placed his hand at the base of my back. The thumb of his other hand grazed my lips and pulled me in close to him. He rubbed his hard-on across my pubic bone as his hips connected with mine.
    One hand went to my neck and drew  a line down my spine, finally settling on my ass. He cupped it, pulling me even closer. His mouth crushed onto mine; his hot, wet tongue teasing me.
    I felt him grow in his pants even more as he leaned in flush against my whole body. He held me by the nape of my neck and whispered , “Am I doing better?” as he stepped back with a lopsided smile.
    His stare  stole my breath, and I panted airily, “Much, breakfast was wonderful!” I smiled up at him, before resting my head on his chest.
    I smelled his fresh bodywash … and as I suspected his body was cool and satiny from his shower. I inhaled his scent deeply. “You smell amazing.”
    He chuckled and looked at me mischievously. “Good enough to eat?” he teased. 
    I blushed and moved away, swatting his arm with the back of my hand. Alfie caught it, and quickly pulled me back into his chest. I looked up , and he held my gaze as he shook his head at me.
    His other hand slipped around my back and pulled me tight against him again. He walked me backwards, his legs outside of mine, into the sitting room still locked in our stare. I was mesmerized by his perfection.
    Alfie pushed me back on the couch, gliding his hand straight up the inside of my thighs, under my skirt, and pulling my thong to the side. “Damn, you’re wet for me already,” he murmured as my breath hitched at his sudden movement.
    He peppered kisses along the length of my neck and up to my ear. Massaging my wet folds, he strummed it with his fingertips, and I shuddered with pleasure.
    I wondered if my goose bumps had their own goose bumps ; his touch had such an amazing effect on me. His tongue traced my lips, and my body almost hummed such was the tension between us. “C’mere.” He swept me up into his arms, before half running up the stairs to his bedroom.
    “Everything off!”  he commanded as he set me down in his bedroom. The intense lusty gaze told me he wasn’t fooling with me. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.
    He drew breath at my naked breasts. My bra was in my purse, having already decided that I would put this on after my visit with Alfie.
    I bent down, my legs straight, and began peeling off my thong, before I kicked it free, making a pile with my t-shirt. He walked around behind me and sat on the bed. “Stay bent over, Lily.” His voice was barely a husky whisper now. He swallowed hard.
    I felt  self-conscious again, and stood up straight, thinking, why do I trust him? He stroked my ass, kissing my neck from behind and encouraged me again to bend down. “Keep your legs straight for me, honey.” His breathing was raspy and uneven. “Open your legs wider for me,” he ordered and I did, then cringed and turned my head to the side, peering up at him. “What are you doing?”
    “Just looking,” he mused. His eyes had a glint in them. “I just want to see you from here.” He gave me a lopsided half smile, which was so sexy, I couldn’t refuse.
    I bent over with my head down between my legs, and I could see him as he watched me. It was really erotic watching his reactions to having access to my secret areas.
    He put his thumbs  into my folds gently and parted my lips. “God, you are so very lovely, honey.” His eyes changed in color, the green of his hazel eyes became darker and bolder.
    They also took on a hooded, heavy appearance, and his jaw clenched. As his fingers moved to spread my folds he