Chapter 11 #2
Puffing out a frustrated breath, he lay back and pulled her on top of his chest. Pushed her hair back and cradled her face in his hands as his gaze drilled into her big eyes.
“Listen to me. You are one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met, and any man who doesn’t want to be inside you isn’t in his right mind.
You taste so damn good I could lap you up all day and all night, but I’m afraid you’d think I’m a freak.
As for how you smell, you’re like apricots and honey, and I love both.
I would love to fall asleep with my nose between your legs, but then you’d really think I was a freak.
” Her light chuckle warmed his chest. “As for being inside you, anything I try to compare it to would have me sounding like a poor imitation of some crazy-ass poet because I’d be talking about angels singing and heavens moving.
” His thumbs caressed her cheeks. “And in case you’re wondering if these are worn old lines I spew out, they’re not.
I’ve never said anything like this to anyone before.
” Because no one has ever inspired me to even think nutso shit like this. You do funny things to me, Lexi.
A tear rimmed her lower lashes and spilled down her cheek.
Unadvisedly, he rattled on. “I want my tongue and my fingers and my dick buried inside your body. And if you want me to prove it to you, I’ll be glad to do that for the rest of this week.
” He brushed away the tear. “My offer stands, baby. The beach is overrated. Here, in this bed, is the best damn place in the entire hotel.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Don’t thank me for being you.” He ran the tip of his finger along her nose.
“And I promise you I loved the blow job, and if you want to take it all the way, I’m more than willing to oblige you.
Your mouth feels incredible on me. But I never want you to feel obligated, and honestly, right now I’m getting more pleasure out of giving you pleasure. I’m a selfish fucker like that.”
She gave him a smile that fisted his heart and caused bands to tighten around it.
A skeptical eyebrow lifted. “Are you serious about spending the rest of the week in bed?”
“God, yes, but it’s your call.” He rolled her onto her back again, caging her in, carrying his weight on his forearms so his skin ghosted over hers.
“I want to lay you out and feast my eyes on you, Lexi.” He dropped his voice into a growl.
“After I’ve looked my fill, I want to do all kinds of other things to you. ”
Resting her hands on his shoulders, she drew her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth. “Like what?” she purred.
He glanced down between them, roaming over her exposed stomach and chest before leveling his gaze with hers once more. “I want to worship your gorgeous body. First with my mouth, then my hands, then my cock. Over and over and over.”
She let out a series of giggles. “Do we have enough condoms for these big plans of yours?”
“There’s always Walgreens delivery.” He waggled his eyebrows and was rewarded when her giggles blossomed into lusty laughter.
He pulled her hands from his shoulders and kissed her palms before laying them on either side of her head.
Threading his fingers with hers, he took her mouth in a kiss that started slow and sultry and decadent.
She was all succulence and heat and sweetness he couldn’t get enough of.
The kiss flared white-hot, and she was right there with him, kissing him back with fervor, her back arching to meet him, her leg sliding up his thigh at the same time her tongue slid into his mouth and took over. And God, he loved it.
Without breaking the kiss, she nudged him to switch places until she was back on top, straddling his thighs, trapping his engorged cock under her ass.
She ended the kiss and pulled herself upright, fingertips resting on his biceps, leaving her front completely exposed to his view.
And fuck, what a view it was. Her hair was a sex-tousled mess brushing her shoulders, and her chest rose and fell in uneven heaves, making her tits sway enticingly with each excited breath.
His dick showed its appreciation by turning painfully hard beneath her butt, steelier than it had been the last time and aching to slide inside her again.
“What do you need from me, baby?” he panted.
She answered him by leaning down and presenting him with a rosy nipple, turgid from his prior attention. “Suck me, Josh. Hard. I want to feel it all the way down to my toes.”
She didn’t have to ask twice.
“We have to eat sometime,” Lexi pointed out logically.
They’d just finished round two and were sprawled on a lounger on her lanai, sated and naked under a beach towel she’d pulled from the closet—one Josh playfully inched down her chest and she kept pulling back up.
They weren’t exactly on display, but the covered lanai had a metal railing that did little to hide them from voyeuristic guests.
She reclined between his bent knees, her back to his front.
Besides the towel escapades, he’d kept his hands busy tracing the freckles on her shoulders and fiddling with her hair ever since they’d fitted themselves together out here.
Her head was turned, and she was looking at him expectantly.
He grinned at her. “Are you trying to tell me you’re hungry?”
She laughed. “Are you trying to tell me you’re not? I thought athletes needed ten thousand calories a day, and with that workout, I’m guessing you might need twenty.”
“Not quite ten thousand, but you make a good point.” After getting his fill of her—for now—his hollow stomach rumbled with a famished groan, reminding him how he’d neglected it.
And let’s face it. Eating was necessary for his ulterior motives.
He needed fuel in order to carry out every single plan his dirty mind was dreaming up for his luscious Lexi.
Wait. My luscious Lexi? Where the hell did that come from?
Was it possible to fall in love with someone after spending one evening with them and sleeping with them twice—with all kinds of hot fun in between those two times?
He’d heard about shit like this from a few of his teammates, but he had never really believed it was possible.
They all reported some variation of “The moment I saw her, I knew she was the one for me” without a hint of sheepishness.
In fact, they’d seemed ridiculously over-the-moon elated.
Now he had a little window on what it might feel like—not that he was catching feelings for Lexi.
No, he certainly wasn’t. He was merely chasing the desire to satiate his lust with the most alluring woman he’d encountered in a long time, pure and simple.
“There’s always room service,” the alluring woman he wasn’t falling for suggested.
“Yeah, but one of us has to call, which means we have to get up. Unless you want to slide out from under the towel and put on a show for me before you go inside and order.”
“Hmm. I’d be putting on a show for the rest of the hotel too.” Her eyebrows bounced.
Jealousy dug a spike into his chest. Mine. “No, I’d prefer you restrict your shows to only me.”
She answered with a knowing smirk.
“Speaking of the rest of the hotel, I need to get something off my chest.”
She sat up abruptly, her eyes round as she held the towel to her neck.
He tugged her back down with a mild chuckle. “I didn’t mean getting you off my chest.”
“What did you mean?”
Tension made her body more rigid against his, and he smoothed the back of his hand against her cheek, coaxing her to ease. “It has to do with Neil. I know you were into him and—”
“I’m not,” she protested. “Not anymore.” A pretty blush colored her cheeks.
“Well, that’s good to hear because while we’re together, I want it to be just us. I don’t share,” he growled.
Where the fuck had this possessive side of him come from?
Out of nowhere, apparently. He just kept surprising the hell out of himself with the shit erupting from his mouth.
Except he meant it; Neil was a tool. But truth was, this wasn’t only about Neil.
The thought of Lexi burning up the sheets with anyone else caused spiky unease to jab Josh’s insides.
She settled back against him, spreading the towel over them. “I’m fine with that.”
His shoulders relaxed. “I, uh, saw an article online written by you. The picture next to it had some chick in skimpy lingerie.” He cringed as soon as the words were out. Now she’d know he’d been cyber-stalking her. Why else would he be reading bride rags?
To his relief, she barked a laugh. “And I’m betting you don’t have a clue what was in the article. Your focus was all on the ‘chick in skimpy lingerie.’”
“What can I say? She looked a lot like you.”
Cocking her head, she looked up at him. “Did you like what she was wearing?”
Was she kidding? “Hell yeah.”
She faced front again. “Hmm. Then I might have a little surprise for you.”
His slumbering cock twitched with interest. “What kind of surprise?”
“Not saying yet. Food first.”
“Okay. Sheesh, one-track mind,” he chortled.
They managed to wiggle their way into the room without exposing too much, but once the slider was closed, he yanked the towel from her. Oh. Yeah. Come to papa.
She squealed and ran for the bathroom, her creamy-white ass jiggling and giving him more filthy ideas.
“Are you trying to lure me into the shower with you?” He wasn’t completely serious, though he was tempted to invite himself.
“Later,” came her muffled voice. “I’m all about food right now.”
He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. A few minutes after one, which left plenty of time for eating and showering and fucking. And repeating all of the above. This vacation had gone from dismal to unimaginably delightful. His attitude had most definitely improved.
When Lexi emerged from the bathroom, she was outfitted in a pair of short shorts and a white tank top sans bra that did a nice job of outlining her assets.
Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail at her nape he could easily pull apart.
Still unabashedly naked, he sat on the edge of the rumpled mattress and admired her form and the fit of her clothes.
If she had to get dressed, these were acceptable.
“Hey, eyes up here, goalie,” she yipped.
He raised his guilty gaze to hers. “I was distracted.”
She smirked. “Obviously.”
“Sorry, not sorry. It’s hard not to get sidetracked when you’re prancing around like that.”
She looked down at herself and frowned. “Like what?”
Honestly, she had no idea how edible she looked or how badly he wanted to touch her—again.
He loved that she lacked that predatory self-awareness many women possessed.
The women he met as a pro athlete were extremely tuned in to how they looked and the effect their appearance had on a man.
He’d never complained in the past, but Lexi was …
refreshing. Which made her tantalizing. Enticing.
Captivating. And damn if he didn’t like being the guy to tell her how beautiful she was, how much her simply breathing turned him on.
Had anyone else ever affected him the way she did?
Never.
While Lexi placed their order, he reluctantly skinned on his board shorts and ripped T-shirt and hustled back to his room barefoot.
Probably a good thing he did too because he needed a change of clothes—to put on after the shower he had in mind.
He also needed to resupply, though looking at his condom stash, he would need that Walgreens delivery.
He hadn’t really planned on having sex this trip, and certainly not in the abundance he now counted on.
His phone chimed with a text, and he picked up the device and smiled.
Mom: Shaken off the grumpies yet, J?
He replied with a thumbs-up emoji. Getting into a conversation with Mom right now would only keep him from his mission, and he really had nothing to report. Having a great time boning a super-hot redhead with way more going for her than just her banging body. Yeah, that probably wouldn’t fly.
But was his statement true? Yeah, it kinda was. Lexi was much more than her banging body.
As if he were sitting right beside Mom, his brother texted him next.
Yo, bro. How’s it going with the bikini babes?
Though Brad couldn’t see him, Josh rolled his eyes as he tapped out a response.
No bikini babes for this boy. Just chillin’.
Brad: Boring AF.
Josh: Maybe, but I’m enjoying myself.
As Josh was stuffing his backpack with a few items—packing all his belongings in his duffel felt way too presumptuous—another text came in.
“For fuck’s sake, people, leave me the hell alone,” he mumbled as he swiped his phone from the nightstand. But this message wasn’t from his family—it was from his agent.
Herb: Good news. Call me.
Oh hell. Yesterday, that message would have had Josh jumping for joy. So why did a frisson of dread run through him now? Real life was trying to claw him back to a place he wasn’t ready to go yet.