Her back bows, I can feel it from here, and her hips and legs start to tremble where they’re spread around me.
I groan against the skin of her chest, loving the feel of her, needing more. So I spit the ice out to the side, freeing up my mouth to get her nipple all to myself. Sucking, I tweak and pullat the peaked bud with my mouth as she comes apart beneath me, growling at the way she feels, wishing there was nothing between us.
Making this experience last, I don’t stop until long after her hips have stopped moving, not giving up my chance to have this piece of her, this moment with her. Who knows when she’ll give me another one.
Her legs slump, torso stiffening, and she places both hands on my face to push me away. I take the hint, pulling back, sucking her nipple with me as I go. It releases with a loud pop, and I grin when I see how reddened that flesh is now. Whether from the contact with the ice, her orgasm, or all the attention from my tongue, the one small nipple I can see is positively fucking radiant. Glistening with all that increased blood flow and shining with what I left there.
Stepping back, giving her space once I’m sure she won’t collapse, the side of my mouth hitches up at the sight before me.
“Isn’t that better?” I ask her.
She stands there, still pressed against the freezer wall, curls a mess, one breast out, chest heaving, thighs still spread as she recovers.
“I must’ve gone insane,” she says to herself, pulling her shirt back over her chest to cover herself.
“Nah, you didn’t hallucinate that,” I tell her. “It really was that good.”
“And I thought you couldn’t get any more insufferable.” She drops her face in her hands and shakes it, curls bouncing with the motion. “This isnothappening again,” she says, the words muffled through her hands. “Never again,” she repeats, louder this time.
“It doesn’t have to be in the freezer next time. I’m up for anything with you.Cazzo, if my leg got you off, imagine what the rest of me can do.”
Wiggling my fingers at her as my brows dance along my forehead, she scoffs, dropping her hands from her face.
“I’m pleading temporary insanity!” she whispers, more to herself than me, I think.
“You can blame it on anything you want,bella, but we both know that was magic.”
She glares at me. “What that was, was crazy.” Her finger gets in my face, pointing in accusation. “It’s you. You make me insane.”
I grin at her. “Let me under your skin and see what else I can do for you.”
My teeth nip at the finger she still has in my face, until she pulls it back, crossing her arms under her chest. “That won’t be happening.”
This woman has got that fire I like so much. Wraps herself in it like a shield to keep people away, like she’s going to burn them if they get too close.
But I’m just nuts enough to like the flicker of her flames, the feel of them singing me.
She doesn’t realize it yet, but she will. I love playing with fire.
I shoot her another grin. “So, do I get a name yet? Or do I need to give you another orgasm or two before you tell me what to call you?”
Locking eyes with me, something in her shifts, confidence coming to life in her gaze, and she says the last words I expect to hear from her mouth before my jaw drops nearly six feet to the floor.
“My name is Alexis Weiss. But you can call me Boss.”
SIX
LEXI
I’m an idiot.
The Heights’ biggest, horniest idiot.
I’m not the first person to go a few years without getting any action. Surely the rest of them don’t go around humping some guy’s leg just because he’s hot and standing there.
Apparently that’s my criteria now.
Don’t have to like the guy. Don’t even have to be at his place, or mine.
