“Cami.” Just my name, but the way he said it made me stop.
I looked back at him. “Yes, Sir?”
“Come here.”
It wasn’t a request. I set down my coffee and moved back to him, my heart pounding.
“Closer.”
I stepped into his space, and suddenly his hands were on my waist, and he was lifting me onto the kitchen island. I gasped at the sudden movement, my legs parting automatically to make room for him to step between them.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he said, his hands sliding up my thighs. “Knowing Majesty had his hands all over you. Knowing he left you aching.”
“Lex.” His name came out breathless.
“Are you still aching, Cami?” His hands moved higher, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive inner part of my thighs.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above mine. “I’m going to make it worse.”
Then he kissed me. It was nothing like the teasing, building kisses from Majesty last night. This was claiming. Demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I opened for him with a moan, my hands fisting in his shirt.
His hands slid up to grip my hips, pulling me to the edge of the island, pressing me against the hard length of him. I could feel how much he wanted me, and it made everything ache unbearably.
“Touch me,” I gasped against his mouth.
“I am touching you.” His hands moved up my sides, deliberately avoiding where I needed him most.
“You know what I mean.”
“I do.” He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes intense. “But you don’t get that. Not yet.”
“Please.”
“Begging already?” He kissed down my jaw to my neck. “We haven’t even started the day.”
I felt his hands move to my wrists, and suddenly he was pulling them behind my back, holding them there with one hand. The position arched my chest forward, made me completely vulnerable to him.
“Lex.” There was panic in my voice, but also arousal.
“Color?” he asked immediately.
“Green. So green.”
“Then trust me.” He used his free hand to cup my face, forcing me to look at him. “I’m going to kiss you until you can’t think straight. Until all you can feel is how much you want us. And then I’m going to stop. And you’re going to go to class like that. Aching and needy and desperate. Understood?”
“That’s torture.”
“That’s training.” He kissed me again, harder this time, his hand still holding my wrists captive.
I heard footsteps in the hallway, but Lex didn’t let me break the kiss. If anything, he deepened it, his tongue claiming every inch of my mouth while his hand tightened on my wrists.
I knew it was Majesty. Could sense his presence even with my eyes closed. But Lex kept kissing me, kept me captive, and I submitted to it. Let myself be taken. Let myself drown in the sensation.
