He was so focused on their combined orgasms that he didn’t hear the sound outside the apartment until the keys rattled in the door.
Lacey gasped again, but this time, it was in surprise as he pulled her away from the wall of the hallway and carried her three quick strides into her bedroom.
“Your sister’s home,” he rasped.
He caught the edge of the door with an elbow, twisting his body to slam it closed. In the same movement, he shoved her against the wall, plunging himself as deep as he could go. The force of his thrust thumped her ass against the drywall so hard, it shook the wall, but he didn’t care. He was too close to care.
Lacey tightened her legs around him, throwing her head back against the wall and biting her lower lip as her climax began to crest.
“Lacey, is that you?” Kelsey’s voice came hesitantly from just outside the bedroom door. “I thought I heard something. Are you okay?”
When the hell had Lacey’s sister moved down the hall? Alex hadn’t really been paying attention, but how had he missed that?
Lacey’s eyes met his, panic showing clearly in their blue depths as he felt her orgasm start to slip away. “Yeah, it’s me,” she managed. “I’m just getting dressed for dinner.”
Alex was impressed by her ability to string words together. Because he was thrusting into her the entire time she spoke, albeit slower and less forcefully, determined not to make any noise but refusing to let her climax slip away.
She moaned as he squeezed her ass and shoved his cock in as far as it would go, then held it there.
“Do you need help?” Kelsey’s concerned voice came again as the doorknob started to turn. “You sound like you’re having trouble in there.”
Lacey’s eyes widened. “No!” she said, a little too loudly. “I mean… No, I’m good. I’m just putting on my shoes, and the strap was too tight. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Her eyes went from panicked to unfocused as he began to thrust again. She was close. Alex dropped his head and nibbled. He knew from last night that the move would push her over the edge. Lacey clearly had a thing for the feel of his teeth on her neck.
Outside, Kelsey started to walk away. But then Alex heard her stop. “Why are your clothes on the floor in the hallway?”
Lacey didn’t answer. Alex lifted his head to see her head resting against the wall, her eyes practically rolling back into her head. She was right on the edge. There was no way in hell she could answer.
Alex had no idea what to say, but he opened his mouth anyway. It was better to let Kelsey know he was in here than to have her walk in and confirm the fact in an even worse way. But before he could get the words out, Lacey’s hands gripped his shoulders through his suit jacket, and her eyes refocused.
“They must have fallen out of the laundry basket,” she called. “I’ll get them later.”
That seemed to satisfy Kelsey, because Alex heard her footsteps receding from the door. That was all the info he needed. He buried his face in Lacey’s neck again and thrust hard into her one more time.
Lacey started moaning as she came, but before the sound could bring her sister running again, she dropped her head and bit down on Alex’s neck right above the collar of his shirt. Then she started to shake and spasm, squeezing him so tightly he could barely move.
But he didn’t need to move, not now. He pulled her harder against him and exploded with her.
He’d never made love to a woman up against the wall like this, especially with her completely naked, wrapped around his fully clothed body. He’d also never had a woman bite him so hard on the neck that it was likely to leave a mark. With Lacey, it all worked—and it was amazing. He thrust over and over as they came together, sure Kelsey would hear but unable to care. This was simply too perfect to hold back.
When he finally came back down to earth, he found Lacey staring at him with a twinkle in her satiated eyes. “That was different.”
Alex smiled, pulsing inside her. He was still hard. He could go again if she wanted to. “Different good or different bad?”
Her breath hitched at the movement, and she reached out to gently caress his face. “Different very good.”
He started to move again, but she gave him a stern look. “Don’t even think about it. I need to get ready for dinner, and you need to get out there and somehow convince my sister you were in here helping me get dressed.”
“Do you think she’s really going to believe that?” he asked as he slowly lowered her to the floor.
“She’d better,” Lacey said. “Or I’m never going to be able to look at her again without blushing.”
* * *
“So, how did you end up getting us reservations for the fanciest French restaurant in the city?” Lacey asked as they drove. “Same-day reservations at that.”
Not that she really cared how Alex had gotten them into the swanky place. She’d wanted to go there since she was old enough to know what French cuisine was. If he’d had to mug someone for the seats, she could probably live with that.
