Lexie stood there arms crossed over her chest, studying him with a narrowed gaze, for several long, excruciating moments.
If she said no and turned him down right now, he would die of embarrassment on the spot.
Instead, she leapt at him, and Mitch barely caught her before she was crashing her mouth to his. He spun them so her back was against the door.
Their kisses were hungry, desperate. If Lexie wanted to act like this thing between them was only about sex, then that’s exactly what he would give her. He would treat her like another warm body, even if his stupid heart rebelled at the thought of using her like that.
Mitch pulled away from her mouth and trailed kisses across her cheek and jaw, bending to suck on her neck while he reached between them.
A moment later, her skimpy panties were nothing but shredded lace in his hands and her tight little dress was bunched around her waist.
“I really liked those,” Lexie said as she knocked his hat off and tunneled her fingers in his hair, pulling his head back so she could press her mouth to his again.
“Too damn bad,” he said, reaching between them once more and gripping his cock, sliding it through her warmth. “God, you are so wet. Don’t tell me all of this is for that dweeb on the dance floor.”
Lexie shook her head. “It’s not.”
“Tell me it’s for me.”
“It’s for you.”
“Have I told you before that you’re going to ruin me? Because damn, baby…you are.”
He pushed into her then, and they both groaned, Lexie dropping her head back on the door with athunk.
He drove in and out of her relentlessly, knowing he wasn’t going to last long. Lexie was too tight, too warm, too wet, and the sounds she made as he picked up the pace, those little whimpers in his ear, her begging himplease please more moredrove him insane.
The moment she slipped her hands under his shirt and scratched her nails down his back, he was a goner.
Though the noise from the crowded club was enough to mask what they were doing back here, Mitch still buried his face in Lexie’s neck when he came, groaning loudly into her skin. She followed him down, back arching her breasts up into his face as she chanted, “oh god oh god oh god.”
When their breathing slowed, Mitch pulled himself free and set Lexie on her feet. She turned away from him and put herself together, pulling the skirt of her dress down and finger-combing her hair. Then she withdrew her phone from a small clutch he hadn’t even noticed she’d been carrying, turning the camera on to check her appearance in the dim light.
He took the moment to shove his dick back in his pants and readjust himself.
Once she had reapplied her lipstick and sufficiently straightened her clothing, she turned toward him, glaring daggers.
It was impressive to him that he had just gotten this woman off and she still managed to be pissed at him.
“I’m on birth control, by the way. Thanks for asking.”
All the blood drained from Mitch’s face. “Oh my God, Lexie. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think. I just wanted—“
Raising a hand, she cut him off. “I don’t want to hear it. Get out of my way.”
“Why?”
“I’m leaving.”
“There you go running again,” he said under his breath.
It must have come out louder than he intended because she said, “Mitch, we both got what we wanted. Don’t make it a big deal.”
And then, exactly like she had a few weeks before, Lexie spun on her heel away from him, opened the door, and stalked out into the club without a backward glance.
Mitch bent to pick his hat up from the floor and settled it back on his head, his movements slow and dazed.
What the fuck just happened? He had dragged her back here intending to give her a taste of her own medicine, showing her that blowing him off had been a bad move, proving to her that she needed him, that the sex was too good to walk away from.
