“What? Why?”
Her disbelief makes me laugh. “Because you were so kind to bring me dinner, I feel as though I should respect that and eat it.”
“So you like Chinese?”
“Sure.”
“Even—”
“Not dumplings,” I growl.
“I knew it!” She laughs. “It’s what I was wondering before you scared the shit out of me by opening my door.”
“Well, I feel as though I should reward you for thinking of me with an orgasm before we sit down to eat.”
“You don’t want to fuck all night?”
Her confusion and disappointment are equally relieving. I want her out of her element; I don’t want to be any faceless predicable man to her. And her disappointment won’t last long. Because as much I like to tease, it’s a double-edged sword.
Lowering my head, I skim the tip of my nose over the curve of her cheek to the hollow under her ear where I spend a few seconds snuggling in her warmth. “I’m going to fuck you for aslong as my body holds out, and considering I run on average 10k a day, I think we’re good for more than all night.”
A shudder ripples through her, and I smile against her soft skin.
“Make no mistake about my intentions, Lexi. I will be fucking you all night. But we’ll both need sustenance to make that happen.”
She trembles under me, and I know it won’t take either of us long to get off this first time. “Garrett.”
“Hmm…” I nuzzle under the curve of her jaw to the swell of her breast.
“Less talking. More doing.”
I grin. “As you wish.”
In the next few seconds we’re scrabbling hands, wandering lips, and disappearing clothes. When we crash back together, the heat between us intensifies and I’m not strong enough to resist the naked temptation beneath me. Except I want to watch her take what she wants. Want to see this woman in all her magnificent glory take us both on the ride our bodies crave.
Grip firm on her hips, I roll over until she’s staring down at me with shock and confusion. “You’re on top.”
“On top?”
Fuck, I love the way she loses that composure I’m pretty sure she usually holds with an iron grip. “Yeah, ride me, Lexi.”
Her thighs tighten as joy flashes in her eyes.
“You like that idea?” I study her more closely. “Or is it the nickname?”
“I’ve never had one.”
I grin. “A ride or a nickname?”
“Either.”
“Well, that’s just about the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. You are no simple Alexandria.”
“Why not Alex?” she asks, her interest genuine.
“Because there is nothing ordinary about you, and any one with functioning eyeballs can see that.”
“Oh.” Her eyes fill with liquid and to distract us both from what might be a little too intimate for where we’re at, I say, “Now ride me like the duchess you are.”
