Lexie remembered that sound, and she remembered what had come afterwards.She closed her eyes and lifted her hair off her neck as her body rocked.Her nipples stiffened, digging into the padding of her bra even as the back of the dress gaped wide.A breeze from the air-conditioning vent swept over her bared skin, but it did little to cool her down.
She’d never felt hotter in her life.
She started to peel the sheath dress over her shoulders.“Who’s the boss now, Rowe?”
His hands clenched and opened at his sides.“Whoever you want it to be.”
She smiled.She liked that she had power over him, but he didn’t give it up easily.Moving silkily, she worked the dress down to her waist.His gaze settled on her breasts as they jiggled and swayed, and her nipples tightened to the point where they hurt.Working more quickly, she pushed the dress over her swiveling hips.Bound no more, she flipped it aside with her toe.
A shudder went through her when Cam grabbed the back of his T-shirt and tugged it over his head.She loved looking at him, so lean and muscled, so masculine and delicious.Her tongue ached for those dark nipples and the washboard feel of his abs.He took a step towards her, and the music picked up, unmistakably primal and grungy.
She kept dancing as she reached back for the hooks of her bra.The tight band under her breasts loosened, and it sagged forward.The cups gaped, teasing but not showing.
“Call me it again,” she whispered.
She shouldn’t like it, but she did.It made her pussy clench and her confidence soar.
“Come on, Sexy,” he growled.“Take it off.”
She let the bra drop to the floor, reveling in feelings of freedom and lust.She ran her hands over her breasts, luxuriating in the way they bounced as she moved.The music was visceral and sexual.It combined with the sounds of their heavy breaths, making the intent of the rhythm unmistakable.
She watched Cam through slitted eyes as she slipped her thumbs under the thin bands of material at her hips.Turning on the balls of her feet, she watched him again in the mirror.Her hips rolled as she pulled her panties down, bit by bit, exposing her ass.
She gasped when he was suddenly there.Touching her.Overwhelming her.His hands covered hers, his fingertips raking over her skin.He caressed her hot flesh as he helped strip off the last scrap of clothing she wore.
“Keep the shoes,” he ordered.
His hands encompassed her hips as she slowly rocked them to and fro.Lexie saw the two of them in the mirror, and the picture was striking.Her mouth went dry.They were both dark and lean, young and sexual.With his hands on her and their naked bodies close, the mirror took them as a couple.It wasn’t such an impossible picture anymore—the hatchet man with a willing sacrifice.
He settled one hand on her stomach and the other against the middle of her back.Gently, inexorably, he bent her down until her forearms were flat on the dresser top.
“Cam,” Lexie panted.
Their breaths were now as loud as the music coming from across the room.The sounds blended in her ears as his touch stroked up her spine, circled around the balls of her shoulders and glided back down.When his fingertips massaged the sides of her breasts, she shuddered.
The rhythm of the music was pounding as he caught her hips.He lifted them, and her toes curled in her high heels when his jeans pressed against her inner thighs.There was the sound of his zipper and then he was there, at her opening.
“Dance with me,” he said as he thrust into her.
“Oh God,” she groaned.
The stroke was deep and powerful.As tight as she was around him, she was slick.She rocked back to take him, and the rhythm they found was natural, sensual.Primitive.His hands slid underneath her, up her trembling stomach, to fold over her breasts.Lexie pushed into them and fireworks shot through her.
His hips double hitched, shagging her fast and hard.She stared at their reflection in the mirror.Cam stood, muscles rippling, as he fucked her from behind.The look on his face, though, had more than lust and possessiveness.She moaned and let her eyes close as pleasure overwhelmed her.
This wasn’t just fireworks.This was a relationship.
Cam had already left for work when Lexie woke up the next morning.For a moment she lay on the bed, staring at the empty spot next to her.She inhaled deeply and reached out to stroke the wrinkled sheet.
“Mmm,” she sighed, rolling onto her back.She stretched and tried to rouse herself.It was still morning, but it was later than she usually slept.She’d been so dead to the world, she hadn’t even heard Cam get up.
She pulled his pillow to her chest.She could have sworn he’d gotten up in the middle of the night too.She was going to have to do something about that.All that moving and shaking could wait.She’d seen the weariness around his eyes and the tension he carried in his shoulders.She needed to work on keeping him in bed longer.
She smiled softly as she looked across the room at the dresser.Somehow, she didn’t think that would be too difficult.
She was still smiling when she got up and headed to the bathroom.She showered, washed her hair and got dressed.She’d just stepped into the living room when she found the bag Blaire had packed, her laptop and her purse all in a neat pile outside the door.She unpacked and made it until after the lunch hour before she ran out of things to do.
“How do people do this?”she wondered aloud.
