Chapter Lexi
LEXI
Adrenaline was making itself known again. It wasn’t panic, not like before, but the overall hyper-awareness of her own body and everything around her. Her breathing quickened, and blew off the door in front of her.
Grayson stepped up behind her and she felt the electric buzz creep up her spine. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, and she shuddered. The effect this guy had on her was ridiculous.
“Miss Alessandra,” he whispered, “you and I are about to overstep the boundaries of your contract. Is that alright with you?”
She nodded, and he braced his hands on the door, just outside of hers. She could feel the heat from his body.
“Yes or no, out loud please, Miss Alessandra.”
“Yes,” she said. It surprised her that her voice was steady. A little rougher than normal, but steady.
“Good,” he said, and she shuddered again.
What, did she have some kind of praise kink now? He swept her hair to one side and pressed a feather-light kiss to her spine, just below her neck. Okay. Maybe she wouldn't mind that too much.
“Hair, up.”
Lexi barely registered the words before she was bundling her hair above her head. Of their own accord, her hands went exactly back to where they had been. Fully pressed against her from behind, Grayson chuckled. Did she do something funny?
“Did I miss some-” she asked, and he cut her off.
“Shh.”
She shushed.
“Bring your hands down, love. You’re not being frisked. Stand almost against the door, head down.”
Lexi moved slowly, figuring he would correct her if she wasn't doing it right. Her forehead rested against the heavy door, and she closed her eyes. His hands were suddenly everywhere. Running from her shoulders down to bracket her wrists, which he squeezed before releasing.
Strong hands whispered down along her hips to edge just beneath her butt before disappearing. He gripped her at her ribs, and his hands spanned the entire width of her back to wrap partly around her sides, digging in only a little.
One hand slid around the front of her to brace at her sternum, just underneath her breasts, and she held her breath. His right hand was wandering over her right hip, lightly enough to almost tickle, and she jerked, unused to it.
“Alessandra, breathe.” he whispered into her ear, and she inhaled. Him. All she could breathe was him.
“Relax,” he added, before he pulled her back from the door to lean against his front.
Was she not relaxed? Her limbs felt heavy.
His right hand was unbuttoning her jeans.
Finally, he would touch her. They could get on with it.
But he nudged her pants down only an inch or two and went back to wandering over her body.
The hand underneath her breasts was whispering over them now, never settling in one place.
There was just enough pressure for her to know he was there, and she pushed out against his hands, wanting more.
“Not yet,” he said, and stood her upright. His hands slid under the hem of her light sweater and pushed up.
She lifted her arms without being told, and then she was standing braless in a half-tank, jeans gaping at her hips in front of him. Grayson pushed her forward again against the door. A flare of impatience hit her. She wasn’t a puppet for Chrissake.
Lexi shifted around, and opened her mouth to speak.
Before she could, she found herself facing the door again, and pressed up against it.
She realized for the first time that it was a metal door, only painted with a wood grain.
Its surface was smooth and chilled against her cheek, in stark contrast to the fire behind her.
His right forearm was across the top of her shoulders, but his left arm was braced at the door, taking most of his weight.
“One of us,” he said at her ear, “is in charge.” His right arm moved to snake around her waist. Now both of their breathing had become heavy, and he waited a moment before adding, “And it’s not you.”
With his left hand he took her chin and tilted her head down, and clamped his teeth down at the back of her neck. Lexi jolted at the onslaught of sensations. Pain, yes, but god, the heat. Her eyesight blurred, and fire emanated from the bite, each individual pinpoint turning her muscles to liquid.
Her shoulders dropped and she was certain she would have too if he hadn’t been holding her up. The bite lasted until her breath came in short, choppy pants.
“That’s better,” he said.
The satisfaction in his voice might have been enough to make her want to fight back, and she would. Later. Her body was busy doing other things just then. Like melting.