Chapter 11
All Inclusive
Go to the beach? Fuck no! Not when heaven was right here in his arms. Josh buried his nose in Lexi’s hair and pulled in her sweet, addictive scent—like wildflowers and oranges mixed together.
She was softness and silk and the smoothest curves he’d ever had his hands and lips on, and he felt a strange tug in his chest that made him reluctant to let this moment end—which was a new feeling for him.
His usual MO didn’t include lounging or cuddling in bed after fucking someone.
Once sex was over and all parties were satisfied, he focused on other priorities crowding his mind and followed his urges to go and do and be anywhere but with whichever woman was in his bed.
Which made him a giant asshole.
Then again, maybe this very feeling was what his mother had been referring to when she’d said a long time ago, “One of these days, Josh, you’re going to meet someone who’s going to knock you for a loop and show you there’s more to life than hockey.
She will fill your thoughts day in, day out.
She’ll be the only thing you think about, the only thing you want.
She’ll become the center of your universe and make you forget any past girlfriends. ”
The speech had been so impassioned and, coupled with her faraway look, had made him wonder if she’d been thinking back to his dad in happier times—maybe even some other guy she’d fallen in love with.
But because she was his mom, he simply hadn’t been able to go there and ask her.
Now that curiosity reared up and took center stage.
He pulled Lexi in tight. With a whispered sigh, she came willingly, seeming to want that closeness as much as he did. He could feel her heart beat against his.
“Are you okay?” he finally thought to ask. Of course she was okay, but for some strange reason, all of him needed to be sure she was happy.
She drew back just enough to turn those gorgeous green eyes on him. “Yeah, I’m more than okay. You?”
“I’m … yeah, I’m okay too.” Wow. He was knocking it out of the park with his stellar pillow talk.
In his defense, he had very little practice at it.
Beyond that, words containing more than four characters were in short supply at the moment, and stringing them together in coherent sentences was an exercise his blood-deprived brain struggled to overcome.
She must have agreed he was a smooth talker in bed because she giggled. “Good. I’m glad to hear you’re okay too.” Her hand rested on his chest, and she drew tiny circles around his nipple that popped a few goose bumps she must have picked up on. “Is that sensitive?”
“A little, but probably not as sensitive as yours.” With that, he rolled her onto her back and gently latched on to one soft bud, flicking it with his tongue, making it harden into a pretty little pearl.
He pulled back to inspect his handiwork, and his eyes couldn’t resist peeking at the rest of her.
She was … stunning. All pale skin and pink in the very best places.
And that wax job with a perfectly manicured line of dark red hair? God, he wanted to lick that again too.
She lifted her slender arms above her head and curved her torso, as if inviting him to look his fill. He didn’t hesitate to accept her offer.
“What do you think?” he rasped. “Who’s more sensitive?”
She answered by pulling his mouth to the neglected breast. “I’m not sure yet,” she murmured. “Need more testing.”
He chuckled inside. It wasn’t a competition, but damn if his competitive juices weren’t on board with this particular game.
He didn’t hold back, bending down to give that side the same treatment, while he glided his hand over her rib cage, her stomach, feathering his fingertips over that sexy little landing strip.
Soon her needy mewls and whimpers filled the room, spurring him on.
His dick wasn’t quite as ready to go as his mind was, so he spent the next half hour exploring Lexi’s body and finding out what made her moan, what made her sigh, and what made her back jolt off the bed.
What every inch of her skin tasted like.
And if it was possible, he was even more turned on than if it had been all about him.
After an extended round of teasing touches, she crawled down his body and sat up beside him, legs tucked beneath her. She reached for his cock, now hard and high. He was beyond ready. She leaned over and took him in her soft, hot mouth, making him gasp. “Oh fuck, baby!” He nearly came right then.
Everything about her shot him to the edge of a bright precipice.
The way her tongue and lips moved over him, the way her hands stroked his cock and fondled his balls, the way her silky hair tickled his skin, the way her body looked as she curled beside him, the way she kept her inquisitive eyes on him.
The way she pulled him deep into her throat as she sucked him off.
The scenes all came together in one single erotic image that sent his mind tripping to a different universe.
When the familiar heat began to pool at the base of his spine, he pulled out of her mouth.
Her eyes widened with a mixture of shock, disappointment, and something he couldn’t identify, but it reminded him of embarrassment. He hauled her up level with him and lifted her chin so she looked straight at him.
“Did I do something wrong?” she whispered, her voice reflecting an unsteadiness he didn’t like.
“What? No. That was … amazing. Intense. It felt really good. Too good.”
Her features screwed up in puzzlement. “Don’t you want to come in my mouth?”
The question stunned him. “Hell yeah, someday, but right now, I’d rather come inside you.
” She’d been so damn tight when he’d taken her, and he thought she’d adjusted to his size.
Maybe he’d lost himself when he’d been inside her and he’d hurt her without knowing it.
He’d handled her a little forcefully, but between her nails digging into his ass and her pleas to move harder, faster, he’d been under the impression she’d enjoyed the rougher way he’d rutted.
But what if it had been painful and she hadn’t let him know to slow it down or stop?
His heart dipped, and he pushed a wayward strand behind her ear. “Baby, did I hurt you earlier?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Then I don’t understand. Did you not like it? Would you rather I didn’t come inside you? We don’t have to.” An emotion bordering on panic had overtaken him, and it showed in the choices he spouted at her.
“No, I liked it. A lot.” The last two words escaped her in a breathy rush, and he exhaled his relief. “But do you really want to?”
He bit back his first response, which was, “Abso-fucking-lutely.” He was ready to forego sleep for the rest of this vacation.
Who needed it when he was in Lexi’s bed?
Instead, his meager gentlemanly gene made him say, “Of course I do.” A strange intuition came over him, telling him she needed to hear more.
“I love how we fit together.” Perfection.
“I love how snug you are, how your muscles squeeze my cock when you’re close, and I fucking love feeling you fall apart around me.
” Pure heaven. “Who wouldn’t want that?”
She blinked, and understanding rocked him.
Maybe she needed to hear more, but not with his unfiltered delivery.
Completely off balance, he softened his voice.
“I’m being too crude, aren’t I?” Why hadn’t he checked his words before putting them out there?
His control seemed to be missing in action around this girl.
“And you probably don’t like me calling you ‘baby.’” It wasn’t an endearment he used much, but something about her pulled it out of him.
Lexi had let him know how much she liked dirty talk while they’d been getting it on; maybe she wasn’t so fond of it during the afterglow, though.
She countered that notion with a shake of her head. “You’re not too crude, and I like you calling me ‘baby.’” She gave him a shy smile.
Another thought dawned, incredulous though it seemed. He hesitated a beat before asking, “Did your ex-fiancé not enjoy sex?”
Those big orbs looked at him with so many emotions swirling in their depths that he knew he’d tapped into something. The realization made his stomach clench.
She shrugged a little too casually. “He enjoyed it, but only oral. On him. We didn’t do much else.”
Fuck. Me.
“So he didn’t take care of you while you were taking care of him?”
“No. He said I didn’t, um, taste right or, um, smell good or feel …” Her meek voice nearly undid him.
Something unfamiliar and primal surged inside Josh. He wanted to find this guy and rip off his balls for making Lexi think she wasn’t desirable. How could any man not want to worship this woman? How was it even possible to not want to be inside her sweet body?