‘Perhaps—’ Lexi can barely get the words out. ‘You might also feel at your leisure with fewer garments?’
Lexi’s legs are jelly. She can barely stand. She’s thankful for this wall she’s leaning on, taking all her weight. She runs one hand under Sam’s shirt from the top to the bottom, undoing each button as she goes.
‘I see you are also wearing no corset,’ she says. ‘I approve.’
He’s tanned and toned, obviously spends time in the gym without overdoing it. Probably gets some laps in at his rooftop pool at the crack of dawn before anyone else has thought about it. Lexi could stare at him forever, but mostly, she wants his skin on her skin. She pulls him towards her, his warmth on hers.
‘May I assist,’ he gasps, his hand reaching behind her for her bra strap.
‘You may,’ she tells him, and miraculously, he finds it. Slowly, he slides a finger under each strap on her shoulders. The bra falls away and she’s in front of him, almost completely naked, vulnerable. There’s no coming back from this now.
‘Wow,’ he says. She can feel herself responding to his hungry look. ‘May I—?’
‘Anything.’
He looks deep into his eyes, then his mouth trails down, teasing her with kisses.
Somehow, they manage to make it the few steps to his bed, which, is ready and primed. He wasn’t messing around with keeping it as a sofa she notes vaguely. He was prepared.
His own fingers play under the elastic of her pants. She shivers.
‘Is this okay?’ he to asks, a note of desperation in his voice.
‘It’s incredibly okay.’
‘That’s a relief,’ he says.
He’s not wrong, there’s no relief quite like it. It feels like coming home.
* * *
‘Well,’ Lexi says, when she’s caught her breath. ‘That was certainly worth the wait.’
A grin spreads over Sam’s face. ‘I’m glad you think so.’
She looks at him, waiting for thetoo.
‘Ijust always knew it would be,’ he says.
‘You’re awfully sure of yourself.’
She wants to joke about his having had plenty of practice, but now doesn’t seem like the time.
‘The anticipation is half the pleasure,’ he says.
‘The anticipation nearly killed me, though.’ And it nearly killed her vibrator. Those things, it turns out, are sturdy. Did the inventor get a Nobel Peace Prize? Because it seems like they should have. She nuzzles into him, her head in the crook between his neck and his shoulder. ‘I can’t believe I ever hated you.’
‘You never hated me.’ His voice hums through her bones, like she’s part of the same body.
‘Didn’t I?’
‘You were just jealous of my business prowess.’
‘Yep.’ ‘Lexi rolls her eyes. Definitely jealous of all those precise right angles and uncluttered warehouse vibes.’
‘I mean, who wouldn’t be?’
‘And the constant stream of Important DC Events with Serious People who think a little too much of themselves. The kind of people I used to go on dates with.’
