“Are we done yet?” Her erratic breathing matches my own. Lex and I have worked ourselves into a frenzy. So much for taking itslow.
“Half hour,” I say, tapping her lightly over the thigh, and she rolls her eyes at themove.
“If you think this night entails a little role play between a boss and his waitress, you’re sadlymistaken.”
I can’t help but smile at the way she drags her words over me as if they were a punishment. It’s almost masochistic how much I loveit.
“It’s not considered role playing when it’s a reality.” I wag a playful finger her way. “Now, get back to work before I fireyou.”
Lex grunts, and just the sound of that guttural expression gets me going. Lex and I can’t get out of here fastenough.
As soon as the bar closes, I hit the door and take Lex withme.
“What about my car?” Lex laughs as I sail her toward mytruck.
“I’ll have it impounded. Employees aren’t allowed to park overnight.” I give a slight wink as I help her into the passenger’sseat.
“You wouldn’t dare impoundFrank!”
My heart tenders because I happen to have an affinity for all the things Lex insists onpersonifying.
I drill my gaze into her and try to memorize the way the stars fracture in her eyes. The whole world readjusts itself to accommodate her beauty. “Frank will be missing his grille unless his owner submits to all of my demandstonight.”
Her mouth falls open, and her eyes widen with devilish delight. Lex gets off on this banter more than she’s willing to admit. “Let the hostage negotiationsbegin.”
“Great. You can start tossing offers onto the mattress as soon as we get to the penthouse. It looks like this abductor needs to take his victim to a secondlocation.”
She bites down on her ruby red lip for a second. “So many roles to play in so little time. I can feel the Stockholm’s syndrome coming onalready.”
And with that, I hop into the truck and speed us off toJepson.
* * *
Idim the lights,start an early autumn fire—her favorite, and set the mood music playing on aloop.
Lex peels off my shirt, slow and easy—she undoes my buckle and works off my pants as I step out of the last of myclothes.
I take my time working down her skirt, gliding her panties down along with it. I carefully unbutton her blouse, and she slips it past her shoulders. Her bra bounces off as if it were set on a spring. Here we stand, two dark shadows with the flicker of a fire highlighting our outlines. Her body is a classic hourglass silhouette. The first time I saw Lex naked I gasped. She took my breath away, and I couldn’t believe the paradise she was offering up to me on aplatter.
Lex and I graze one another with our eyes, engaging in an almost ritualistic examination of one another’s bodies. Those creamy thighs, her smooth hips, those sweet, sweet girls that have my mouth watering. My muscles shake as the urge to take her builds inme.
“I like seeing you.” I pick up her hand and give her fingers a tug. “You’re beautiful. I don’t know why you bother with clothes.” It’s true. Lex is a celestial being who stepped down from Mount Olympus just to mingle with the mortals. There is no greater truth thanthat.
She laughs at the thought of the clothing-free lifestyle I’ve just tried to impose. “Mostly it’s the jail time that would follow my nudist pursuits that keeps me from engaging. Otherwise, I’m without a stitch when I’mhome.”
My brows cinch. “Raven must be amused.” I know for a fact Levi’s little sister is staying with Lex, but for the life of me I can’t figure out why. She supposedly has an outrageous PR career in fashion and her own penthouse inJepson.
“She is rather enamored by my bush.” Her left shoulder hikes up a notch, and I can’t help but give the idea of alaugh.
“I’m enamored by it, too. I’ll be sure to pay my homage when the time is right.” I run my fingers from her lips straight down to the area in question, and Lex sucks in a quickbreath.
She scoops up my hand and plunges my finger into hermouth.
Crap. Lex has me harder than I’ve ever been. I hope she’s in for the long haul tonight. This won’t be a race. This will be a very methodical marathon that some neighbors might interpret as a shouting match. Hearing Lex shout my name has always been thegoal.
Her head ticks to the side. “So is this what you meant by taking it slow?” She places my hand back down where she found it, and I claim what’s mine onceagain.
“I meant emotionally we should slow it down.” I can feel the heat from her body, and God knows once I pull her skin to mine all traces of conversation will be over. “We have a long history of running hot and cold. Let’s tear down those towers we’ve been hiding behind one brick at a time. Once we discover what makes one another tick, we’ll understand the blowouts a little bit more.” I wince when I say the wordblowout. It’s a throwback term I wish I never brought up, but instead, I landed it in the room haphazard as alandmine.
