The second they were safely inside, Mitch wasted no time, scooping her up off her feet and carrying her across the room. Unceremoniously, he dumped her on the king-sized bed and stared down at her, studying her: the dark hair fanned out on the bed around her, in stark contrast to the crisp white comforter, those hazel eyes of hers, like rich, liquid gold, that long, lean body.
He couldn’t wait to have those legs wrapped around him again.
“You are exquisite,” he said softly, meeting her gaze. “Perfection.”
A blush crept to her cheeks, and she tore her eyes away, mumbling, “Thank you.”
“And now I’m going to unwrap you like the fucking gift you are.”
Mitch skated his hands down her sides, then back up, lifting her silky top over her head.
“Please,” she said. She got up on her knees, and Mitch reached behind her to unclasp her bra, trailing his fingers up her back and over her shoulders to push the straps off. When they were bared, he reached up to cup her breasts, his giant hands dwarfing them, and she arched into the touch.
This was the first time he had seen her completely topless, and he greedily looked his fill.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as he flicked a nipple with his thumb, then bent and sucked it into his mouth. “And so soft.”
Lexie moaned, and when he pulled away to give her other breast the same attention, the scraping of his teeth over her nipple had her bucking against him.
“God,” she groaned. “Never stop doing that.”
He lifted his head to meet her gaze, a small smile tipping the corners of his lips up. “Never?”
“Never,” she repeated, raking her hands through his hair, brushing it out of the way so she could press her lips to his neck, biting and sucking.
“Not even for this?” He asked, trailing a hand down her stomach and palming her through her jeans. She was impossibly warm, and he groaned when she ground into his hand.
“Okay, definitely for that.” She threw herself back on the bed and wriggled out of her jeans, underwear now the only thing keeping her from fully exposing herself to him.
Mitch’s eyes widened and, methodically, he stripped out of his clothes.
He slowly unbuttoned his flannel, peeling it off his shoulders to reveal a white t-shirt that molded to his chest, pulling tight across his shoulders and biceps. And when that shirt came off, Lexie’s breath hitched.
Mitch was a big man; he knew this about himself. On skates, he was close to seven feet tall, and he had checked himself out naked enough to know that his bronzed, heavily muscled body could be quite intimidating.
He’d also had women tell him so, afraid he would crush them in the throes of passion. Mitch had worked incredibly hard since he was a teenager to keep himself in peak physical shape, growing steadily from the too-tall, gangly teenager to the chiseled man Lexie was currently staring at, slack-jawed.
“Jesus Christ, you’re like a fucking statue.”
Mitch chuckled, unzipping his jeans and pushing them over his thighs, leaving him in only blue plaid boxers.
“And you could actually be a model,” he said, eyes trailing from her toes to her face.
Lexie rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Get over here.”
He crawled onto the bed and lowered his body onto hers, his biceps flexing as he held himself back from crushing her completely under his weight. “You’re so damn bossy.”
“You don’t even know the half of it,” she said, running her hands up his back and tunneling her fingers in his hair again. “I want your head between my thighs,” she said, grasping a fistful of the sandy locks. “I want all of this hair brushing my thighs.Now.”
Mitch growled in response and kissed her, a rough press of his lips against hers, trying to brand the feeling on his skin. Then he pulled away, trailing kisses down her neck and across her collarbones, pausing only briefly to lavish her chest before continuing south. He reached her sex and groaned.
“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured as he ran a knuckle over her soaked panties.
“You should do something about that,” she told him, propping herself up on her elbows to watch.
He gave her a wicked grin. That was one order he would gladly obey without argument.
“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?” He asked, pushing her panties to the side with one finger and blowing air over her slit. She gasped, and her arms gave out, dropping her head back onto the bed.
