Chapter 21
LEXIE
Ipeel my eyes open, stretching my arms and legs before realizing I’m still in Reed’s apartment and he’s left me alone in the bed.
I quickly sit up, looking around the dark room.
I slightly panic that he left me, but I see a glow of light coming from around the bathroom door and faintly hear water running.
This bed is so fucking comfortable. I’ll have to ask him what type of mattress this is so I can get one for myself.
The water stops running. He must have taken a shower.
Last night was intense, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. It was like something I read in one of my erotic novels. It was fucking sexy and thrilling at the same time.
The door cracks open, revealing Reed. He’s wrapped in a towel that's slung low on his waist revealing more tattoos that I didn’t notice last night. He looks over at me and smirks.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Morning.” I smile back.
He walks to the edge of the bed and leans in to kiss me but I cover my mouth with the comforter and mumble through it, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
He wraps his hand around my bun and pulls tight like he did last night before yanking the comforter from my grip.
“Baby, you’ll learn quickly that I don’t give a fuck.
” He whispers against my lips before placing a kiss on them.
He tries to gain access but I hesitantly keep them closed.
Pulling on my hair tighter he leans back and looks at me.
“Since you won’t let me kiss you, you can do something else with that tongue of yours. ”
I try to move my head to the side so that I don’t breathe my nasty morning breath in his face, but the grip he’s holding on my hair is unrelenting. "What’s that?” I say.
He smirks and lets go of my hair before kissing my closed lips again and getting up off the bed. I watch as he walks around to open the curtain, letting the morning light filter across the room.
He rolls his computer chair away from his desk and further away from me, right in front of the window and sits. The light cascades around him making him look like a fucking god.
I tilt my head in confusion.
“Crawl to me.” He says making my face heat.
“What?”
“You heard me. I said crawl to me.” He leans back in the chair and widens his legs making the towel around him open slightly but remaining fastened at his waist.
Goosebumps crawl down my skin and my pussy flutters at his command.
I stand up and slowly go to drop to my knees but he throws another command at me, “Take your shirt off.”
I lift the fabric over my head and drop it to the floor beside me, leaving my body completely exposed to him.
The cool air in the room coupled with his demands make my nipples harden. My knees hit the floor followed by my hands. My eyes find his as he watches me crawl to him.
Never in my wildest dreams would I think I’d be willingly to do something like this. Especially, with a gorgeous, tattooed stalker and for some reason it turns me on even more.
Once I make it to him, I sit on my knees waiting for what’s to come next.
I watch as he lifts a blunt to his mouth, holding the lighter out towards me silently asking me to light it for him, and there is something so erotic about the gesture.
I lift up, cupping my hand and flicking the lighter on to burn the end of the joint as he takes a deep inhale before I remove the flame. He takes the lighter from me and sets it on the table beside the chair.
I watch as he takes another couple of hits before he turns it towards my lips. We lock eyes as I take a hit, then another. He then puts the blunt out directly on the table before dropping it on top of the ash.
Leaning forward he cups my face and I place my hands on his knees.
“You’re so fucking pretty on your knees for me.” He licks his lips as his thumb pulls down on my bottom lip. I feel my arousal drip down my thighs.
My heart races at his filthy words.
Fuck this is so damn hot.