Free The Dating Tutor: Alec's Story by Melissa Frost Page A

to voice her confusion. He cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers.
    Unlike everything else throughout the entire night, Ellie didn’t fight the kiss. She didn’t gasp or protest or inquire into his motives. She simply melted against him with a content sound in the back of her throat.
    Her lips were soft and warm. They brushed along his as if pleading for more. Alec obliged. Brushing her hair back from her face, he deepened the kiss and stepped in closer to her. He could feel the soft curves of her body against the front of him; they tantalized him with the promise of more.
    Almost frenzied from her responsiveness, Alec nudged her mouth open. He could taste the raspberries from the juice on her lips, and he once again congratulated himself on a wise choice over the course of the evening. His tongue darted out for another taste, running along her bottom lip.
    When she pressed herself even closer to him, Alec pulled back very suddenly. He grasped that he’d just completely crossed the line of friendship. What had transpired between them would be seared into his brain for the rest of eternity.
    But he had to play it off. She had a date with someone else. If she reciprocated his feelings at all, it would be up to her to make the move. He wouldn’t break up a budding relationship because of his own selfish feelings. She’d waited seventeen years for her dream date to come along. He wasn’t going to ruin that fairytale for her. He took a few steps backward with an amused chuckle. “Very good. Do that Saturday and Jake will be putty.” He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his slacks and bobbed his head in farewell. “I’ll see you Monday for the game?”
    Silence stretched between them before she finally bobbed her head in an awkward response. “Y…yeah. I’ll see you Monday.”
    “See ya Monday.” With that, he turned and walked away. Though his home was no more than thirty strides away, they were the hardest steps of his life.

    Chapter Eight
     
    Alec was turned sideways in his seat, staring sightlessly at Shannon as she told him some story about a penguin and her brother’s art class…or maybe it hadn’t been a penguin. Was it a moose? Either way, he didn’t much care.
    He should. He knew he should. In front of him was one of the most sought after girls in school. She was on the cheerleading squad. She wore short skirts and sexy knee-high boots. She was known for being a great kisser, and she’d done everything right this evening.
    From pick up to dinner conversation, Shannon was a master at dating. It was partway through the second hour that Alec realized she was too perfect. She was fake. And she was predictable. She had no spunk or spontaneity. Quite frankly, she was boring.
    “Alec,” she said with a little sigh, drawing his attention to her. “I get the feeling that you aren’t paying one lick of attention to my squirrel story.”
    Ah. So it had been a squirrel. Good to know. “I…I’m sorry. I’m just distracted tonight is all.”
    She smiled affectionately at him, her lips pursing into a pout. “I think I have an idea what’s been on your mind.”
    He couldn’t help his surprise. He’d been fairly certain she hadn’t listened to a single word he’d said all night. With that in mind, he wasn’t sure how she could even guess at the problems running through his mind. “You do?”
    She bit her lip with a foxy grin and nodded. “I do.” Without any warning, she was sliding across the gearshift of his car to squeeze herself next to him in his seat. They were parked in a wooded area a few blocks from her house, just talking. At least they had been just talking…
    Her fingers grazed his neck as she lifted her lips to brush against his. “You’ve been distracted with thoughts of kissing me.” She pressed her lips more firmly to his. “I’ll put your mind at ease. I allow you.”
    As her lips pressed to his once again, Alec felt himself giving in. He was torturing