“Why are you making a list? Something brewing in your head?” She’s amused.
But her observation strikes a chord, and I move to my side to face her. “How do you manage to assess my thoughts?”
A sly smile creeps on her lips. “Because our minds think alike. Isn’t that kind of scary?”
“Terrifying,” I deadpan.
Lexi’s expression turns serious, and she cups my face in her hand, with her thumb tracing my bottom lip. “I know the feeling,” she whispers. “Isn’t it a strange realization when a strong click that you share with someone has been blinded by the fun you have with them? Turns out the connection isn’t just on the surface.”
She explains it well. Too well.
“Tell me something that will make me walk away from you, completely uninterested,” I request softly. I’m spiraling again, no control of my thoughts or feelings.
Her fingers stroke my hair, a calming smile faint on her lips. “I’ll maybe tell you in the morning, but right now, I think you need to find your way back inside of me.”
My fingers trail down her body to find her pussy that is wet again. She’s trying to distract me, and it’s working.
* * *
Wakingup when Lexi begins to stir in my arms, I blink my eyes to see the sun peeking through the curtains. We kept true to our suggestion of waking in the night and I spooned her from behind. Now I have every intention of having lazy morning sex with her.
She rolls out of my hold, and I reach to yank her back but fail.
“Holden.” She shoos me away. “I need breakfast, and I’m sure there is a carnage of wine over your table.”
I rub my face to wake up. “Forgot about that.”
She’s already out of bed and heads directly to my closet to get lost in, only to return a few seconds later, pulling on one of my old Spinners shirts, and it drowns her but is still hot as hell. “We can come back to bed after breakfast. Or… we could actually do something non-bed related. I was thinking we could head to the ice rink.”
My face puzzles. “I’m always up for the rink. Didn’t really expect you to say that, though.”
She splays out her hands. “I’m full of surprises.”
That she is. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be downstairs.”
“I’ll grab the toaster pastries that are full of artificial goodness. If you have those weird cinnamon ones, then I’ll be concerned.”
I pretend to be serious. “That’s a classic.”
“Or we can just pick something up at Jolly Joe’s.”
“Good plan,” I agree.
It’s a few minutes later when I arrive downstairs to find Lexi still in my shirt, dancing around the kitchen as she puts dishes away from last night. I don’t think she realizes I’m there as she’s belting out George Michaels’ “Father Figure.”
Clearing my throat, she startles. “Have some daddy scenarios that we need to talk about?”
It’s not even nine and we’re already into our daily rhythm of back and forth.
Lexi waves a finger at me. “Hmm, I don’t think so. But I’m all for some chains and floggers.”
My eyes grow bold. “Shut up. No seriously, shut up. Every time I know you’re serious about your sexual wishes, it only makes me become more curious about what I can do with you.”
She salutes me. “Yes, sir.”
“Seriously, get in the car in ten minutes, otherwise we have no hope of leaving this house.” I’m growing frustrated with her lack of inhibitions, purely because I want to instantly put them into practice.
Her face goes neutral. “Agreed.”
