Once there, I stay with my back pressed on the door for a moment, still unsure if all of this is a good idea. The setting is far from romantic, but I don’t want romance, anyway. I’m here to have sex with him, then leave.
I’ll go all the way because I can, but more importantly, I want to.
Chapter 17
Lex is in his kitchen when I return, and I take a second to enjoy his strong silhouette before joining him there. He’s sipping on a glass of amber liquor, with the bottle on the counter before him. Yes, good idea, liquid courage.
I drop my bag on the couch as I pass it and join Lex. His eyes scan me from head to toe as I approach, making my heart slam against my ribs. I take the glass he’s holding, my eyes locked on his, and bring it to my lips before drinking what is left in it with two gulps.
Whatever this is, it isn’t meant to be swallowed in one go but rather sipped, so an intense burning sensation spreads in my throat. The need to cough becomes almost irrepressible, but I fight it, swiftly turning around so he doesn’t notice my watery eyes.Idiot.
I pour another glass and twist toward him again. Lex is much closer now, trapping me between the kitchen counter and his broad body. This is very intimate, and the boldness of it suggests we’re done with the pleasantries.
Shit, I need more amber courage for this. More reasonable this time, I only take a small sip before moving the beverage away from my mouth, lost in his steel grays the whole time. With a slow gesture, he takes the glass from my hand, brings it up, and twists it to lay his bottom lip where mine was. Gazing at me intensely, he drinks it up and bends to put the empty glass on the counter behind me. I move back as he leans forward, our faces only a few inches apart.
I’m caged in by his domineering position, his hands resting flat on the marble top on each side of me. I’m hypnotized by him, captivated by his intense gaze that can probably see into my soul. My entire body is tingling, my heart is drumming, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol andeverything to do with Lex.
I’m so close I can see spots of dark gray in his cold irises. It isn’t fair that a man would be gifted with such lush and long eyelashes, but it isn’t wasted on him. His cheekbones are chiseled to perfection, giving his face an undeniable charisma. And his mouth… It’s so full and tempting. Unexpectedly, his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, leaving it temptingly wet.
The message is loud and clear, even though he makes no move toward kissing me. He isn’t pushing me to do anything. He’s giving me control.
To test how much he’s willing to let me be in charge, I push myself up on my toes, bringing my lips half an inch away from his. His warm breath mixes with mine, and I smell whiffs of the alcohol we drank. His pupils dilate, but he doesn’t move. Aroused and playful, I move even closer until our mouths are almost touching, but not quite. I can sense the warmth of his lips but resist their tempting call. The tension, the desire, and the intensity of the moment almost make my head spin. My entire body is alert and ready.
At this very instant, I decide I’m not moving forward to get over the man or for Oliver’s sake. I’m doing it for myself. I’m doing it because I might implode if I don’t.
I finally press my lips against his, shivering from head to toe as I do. His reaction is immediate, one of his hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I initiated the kickoff, and now the race for pleasure begins.
Our mouths open in unison, and our tongues dart out, greedy to get more. We share the flavor of whiskey and the taste of us. I’m almost vibrating with need, my body demanding what it yearns for. With my hands up and my fingers tangled in his dark hair, I pull him closer, wanting all of him.
When I move my foot to the side, he understands my intentions and obliges, slightly bending his knee so I have better access to his thigh and can straddle it. I shamelessly arch into the massive swell of his erection, and he pushes back, grabbing my ass to bring me even closer. The edge of the counter harshly digs into my skin, but I barely feel it, the entirety of my nerves focused on my front—on him.
To my great dissatisfaction, the intensity of our embrace becomes too much, so I rip my mouth away from him to take deep breaths, desperate for air. Lex’s mouth drops to my neck to lay a fiery line of kisses, tasting my heated skin with his tongue and turning the blood flowing in my veins into searing lava.
The collar of my top gets in the way of his exploration, prompting his hands to remove it. In seconds, I’m in my bralette. Luckily, it isn’t one of my boring cotton bras, but a pretty little garment made of bluelace. My nipples are visible through the sheer fabric, catching Lex’s attention.
There isn’t much there, a large A cup at best, but the way Lex looks at them, so full of desire, makes me forget about my insecurities. There’s a hint of wonderment in his expression—as if he craved to see me like this.
And that inflates my ego like never before. I’m not an awkward, nerdy girl anymore. I’m a woman good enough to tempt Alexander Coleman. Feeling bold, I pull my bralette up, pass it over my head, and throw it to the side.
Before it even reaches the floor, Lex has one of my mounds in his hand while hungrily lowering his head to the other. I moan when his mouth closes around my raised nipple. He bites, sucks, and pulls on my hard tip, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit. His hand mirrors the same torture on the other one, pinching and tugging. It’s like he knows exactly which pressure to apply and how hard he can bite before pain overtakes pleasure. My intimacy is throbbing spasmodically, and I realize he can probably make me come like this, teasing my breasts.
This is insane …
The only reason he stops is to lift me with baffling ease and sit me on the counter so I’m easier to access. Then, he steps in the cradle of my parted thighs to inflict the same treatment on my other breast, his erection right against my throbbing pussy. And because I’m so fucking greedy, I writhe and arch into it.
Before I can climb closer to the orgasm building inside me, he stops his teasing and moves back, robbing me of all stimulation. He ignores my protest to press his hand over my sternum instead, silently commanding me to lie back.
The coldness of the marble bites into my heated skin as his hand grabs my ankle. With efficient moves, he loosens the ties of my black Chuck before pulling on it.
Oh, no …
If my bra was a lucky coincidence, my socks aren’t. Mild amusement paints his features when he reveals my Pacman sock and sends me a questioning look. Mortified, I gnaw on my lower lip and shrug my shoulders. Still smiling, he shakes his head as his fingers slide under my jeans to grab my sock. My other shoe knows the same fate, and then he moves to the button of my jeans.
My clit throbs at his hands fidgeting so close to it. I need his fingers there.Now. I do my best to help him, and he manages to remove the few clothing items I have left.
Sprawled out for him to see, absolutely naked in the unforgiving light of his kitchen, I remain unmoving as he takes in the sight of mybody. It feels kinky to be buck-naked when he’s still wearing the entirety of his clothes.
Even if nothing in his heated gaze leads me to believe the view doesn’t please him, I begin doubting myself. My arm wraps around my breasts while my hand shields the triangle of curls at the apex of my thighs from his hawk-like stare.
