Since the moment doesn’t seem to have an end in sight, I walk us to the couch and sit on it with her straddling my lap. With my hands free again, I explore that little body I adore, slipping under the hem of her dress to graze her thighs. She presses that spot between her legs harder onto me with a moan.
“Lex, I love—” Her words stop as abruptly as they started, and something in her eyes makes my heart clench painfully. She doubts herself for a moment, hesitant. Then she swallows hard and says, “I love it. Thank you for doing that, baby.”
Was she about to say something else? It feels like she was.
Before I can think anything of it, she kisses me again. I welcome her, my chest tightening and expanding at the same time. She gets lost in our embrace, pulling, writhing, demanding… I maintain the kiss when she lifts herself just enough to access my belt. She unbuckles it, pops the button open, and slowly slides the zipper down. Taking her sweet, sweet time, her small hand grabs my thick length.
“Ah, fuck…” I moan with a short breath as she moves her hand along my erection. “I knew you’d like the gesture, but this is…” My words trail off with a hiss at the tightening of her hold.
“Imagine if you’d taught Iris how to put on music,” she whispers in my ear before nibbling on the lobe.
“About that …”
She freezes and pulls away, her hand unmoving in my boxers, fingers still wrapped around me. My mischievous smirk makes her giggle with amazement.
“Iris, can you put on some Marvin Gaye?” she tries.
Within seconds, suave tunes fill the room. That, too, I knew she’d love.
Utterly stunned, she stares at me, looking overwhelmed. She doesn’t say anything else as she opens the top button of her dress.
“You…” With every word that follows,another button gets undone. “… Are. In. For. The. Best. Night. Of. Your. Life.”
Once she’s out of buttons, she boldly pushes the blue fabric off her shoulders, revealing the scandalous lingerie she wore underneath all day, just for me.
Fuck, it’s the strappy one that somehow reveals more than it hides, leaving her breasts completely exposed. Alright, I understand the concept now. This isn’t underwear. This is a lure, a maddening trick meant to bring me to my knees.
And fuck, I’ll be damned if I don’t do exactly that.
Chapter 32
There’s an unfamiliar melody coming from far away. It’s pulling me out of my sweet and oblivious slumber. I slowly become aware of my surroundings, consciousness taking over my sleepy state. Lex’s large, warm body is plastered on my back as I lie on my side. He has an arm around me, longingly keeping me against him, while the other is under the pillow beneath my head.
Finally, the sound seems to stir him up, and he mumbles something, his low mumble getting lost in the curls on the back of my head. His arm releases me, and his body moves away from mine. When the music stops after fumbling for a few seconds, he returns against me, wrapping his arm back in its place and pulling me closer. With his front pressed to my back, I’m deliciously aware of his morning wood.
A soft pair of lips meet my shoulder, and an irrepressible smile stretches my lips. Pure joy radiates through my heart. The same kind I felt yesterday when I realized he allowed me into his AI’s commands. It means so much more than the time he spent on it. It means he wants me here. It means he envisions a future for us.
That’s why, high on that, on him, and on our kiss, I almost blurted out that I love him. Everything was so new and confusing, I didn’t know how to express all of it, unsure I even should.
The one thing I know for sure is that I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Not even close. So this must be it, right? The big L. The one that’s been missing from my life.
It’s not like I ever stood a chance. He’s too irresistible for me not to fall in love with him. He’s rigid and disciplined, but he has a hidden sense of humor I adore, and he sometimes bends the rules for me. His intelligence is off the charts, and despite being very cerebral, he has a sensual side that goes beyond anything I’ve ever known. He cares about me enough to overcome his worries about the internet and send me a naughty pic, or to come on stage to help me out, or to add me to his AI…
All those things and so much more are why I’m falling for him so hard and so fast. Too hard and too fast.
“‘Morning,” Lex mumbles, his just-woke-up voice low and throaty.
“Morning, baby.”
“You didn’t sneak out of my bed.”
I giggle. “I didn’t have enough strength left.”
“So, that’s what I need to do to find you in my arms in the morning?”
At the memory of the night, every inch of my skin flushes. He was relentless, merciless, and amazingly skilled. He drew orgasm after orgasm, filling me with the thick essence of his pleasure, demanding much more than I ever thought I could give.
It started on the couch, then his bed, then his shower. And after a pit stop in the kitchen to refuel, one last time in his bed. Now, my body is aching, my intimacy is tender, and I’m utterly exhausted. Building up his anticipation was stupid of me. I’m an absolute wreck.
