CHAPTER 7 ALEXIS
I’m trembling as he kisses me slowly. Softly. Tenderly.
His mouth hasn’t even opened to mine yet, and somehow, this kiss is everything I needed to know that he’s all in on me…just as I am on him.
I almost lost him, and I was sincere when I said I would give up everything if it would prove he’s the only one I want to be with. He is where my heart is.
It’s the first time that thought has occurred to me—that I would give up everything for him.
We don’t know each other well enough for those to be anything more than words of desperation right now…right? I tell myself that as justification because I have obligations. I have goals and dreams.
But seeing him in the flesh and being with him in person…it’s everything.
It’s more than everything.
It’s where I want to be. Always.
And it’s making me rethink those goals and dreams I set before he came into my life.
This huge thing has been building between us since before I left for my tour. We put in the time getting to know one another, making whatever we’re about to do that much more meaningful.
He opened up to me. I opened up to him.
And now, we seal that emotional connection with an intimate, physical one.
He grabs the back of my head with one hand and digs his fingertips into my hip with the other as the kiss turns from soft and tender to passionate.
I lift my hands to cup his jawline, to feel the rough scruff there as a reminder that this is real as his tongue pushes against the seam of my lips.
I open to him, and he’s confident and sure as his tongue glides against mine.
I slide my hands under his shirt and feel the warm, smooth skin of his back beneath my fingertips.
I scratch a trail up his back, and he grunts a little into our kiss as his hips start to sway against mine.
I feel his erection against my hip, and the thought that I’m doing this to him, that I’m turning him on like this, sends a searing ache right to my core.
We’re risking a lot by meeting in secret this way, and maybe that makes this all the hotter for both of us. Or maybe it’s two souls who were supposed to find each other latching on because we’re here together now.
Either way, I know what I came here for tonight. We’re here to take this relationship to the next level, and I’m not leaving until we do.
He slides the hand holding the back of my head down to my other hip then runs both hands up my torso.
He brushes against the sides of my breasts while he continues to kiss me, and the feel of a man’s hands on my body—a real man, an athlete by trade with rough and skilled hands—nearly causes me to fall apart.
He moves his hands around my back until he’s holding me in his arms, crushing me against him, and I’ve never felt safer in someone’s arms.
He backs me up until I’m up against the window overlooking Beverly Hills.
The sheer curtain is pulled over the windows for some semblance of privacy, though the heavy curtains are not drawn.
Someone could look up and see a body pressed against the window, though they’d have no idea that body belongs to Alexis Bodega and, furthermore, no idea that the man about to ravish her is Danny Brewer.
What the paparazzi wouldn’t pay for a clear photo of the two of us through that window.
That thought is obliterated from my mind as I find myself focusing on every aspect of the man kissing me.
The feel of his hands as they move along my ribs, brushing the sides of my breasts again, toying with my hips as I wait for him to move past the kissing, to do something to alleviate the ache that has pressed between my legs for the last six months.
The spicy, citrusy, vanilla scent of his cologne, the taste of something sweet on his tongue.
Something hits me as he kisses me, something new and different.
It’s a mix of butterflies and need, and my chest squeezing together as these fireworks seem to explode up my spine.
At the same time, this wave washes over me, almost like an out of body experience as I physically feel myself falling for this man.
It’s the kiss, the way he’s touching me, the need that our entire relationship has been underlined with since the beginning, but it’s the real feelings that I’ve developed from the moment we met at the stadium all those months ago. It’s all coming to a head tonight, here, now.
And it’s just us.
Nothing, and I really mean nothing, in my life is just for me. Nothing in my life is my own decision.
But Danny gets to be both of those things, and maybe that’s why I’m falling so hard so fast.
I just hope he feels the same way. I hope this isn’t my naiveté speaking for me, and I’ll be able to walk out of here in one piece.
It won’t be all the pieces. It can’t be when he’s taking them from me as we speak. I’ll be a different person walking out of this room than I was walking into it.
And that’s exactly why I’m here. To give those parts of me to him.
He breaks the kiss to run his lips down my neck as his hands move around my waist to hold me tightly around my back. I tip my head back to give him more space to work. His scruff tickles me as he trails down my neck and into my cleavage, and I moan at the sexy, rough feel of him.
This is a man who knows what he’s doing, and I’m the lucky girl he’s about to do it to.
He’s slow with me. Intentional.
But I can tell he’s holding himself back for my sake. I can tell he doesn’t want to treat me the way he’s always treated the scores of other women.
Part of me wants him to. I want him to use my body for his pleasure, but I want to leave here knowing I’ll hear from him in the morning. I want to be like the others while knowing I’m different.
The other part of me wants him to take his time. I don’t want any of this to end.
We’re on borrowed time, though. We can’t take our time tonight since I have to get back home in the normal amount of time a spa appointment would take.
“God, Lex,” he murmurs against my skin. He’s so close to me that his voice hums through my entire body, the hoarse, raspy desperation as he says my name, giving me a shiver of need. “Fuck, I want you.” His words are frantic, like he’s been waiting for this moment for far too long.
So have I.
That ache down low pulses with need.
His mouth moves back to mine, and the kiss gets more urgent. More intense.
His hips start to move against mine in a steady rhythm, like we’re having sex, but we’re not since we’re both in jeans.
He moves faster and faster, his mouth becoming desperate on mine, and he lowers his mouth down my neck again.
I shove my chest up toward his face to let him know exactly where I want his mouth, and he groans as he buries his face between my breasts.
I step back from him and pull my shirt over my head. I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor, and he just stands there staring at me for a beat.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, entranced by me as I stand in front of him. He adjusts himself with exactly zero subtleness as if he has to touch himself to try to find some relief, but the agony on his face tells me there’s no relief to be had. Not yet.
He’s as quick and sleek as a jaguar as he grabs me into his arms and tosses me on the bed.
I land with a soft bounce, and he gets right to work. He yanks my jeans down my legs along with my panties in one swoop, and honestly, it took me hours to decide on which bra and panty set to wear only for it to go completely to waste since he’s clearly blinded by his need for me.
He stands over me as I lie naked on the bed, and he stares down at me for a beat, his eyes filled with heat as they trace along my body.
I dance for a living. I work out daily, and my body shows that hard work. I’m proud of the work I put in even though we all have those places and things we’d like to change about ourselves.
But the way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel like I’m absolutely perfect.
I memorize the heat in his eyes. The way his tongue darts out to wet his lips. The way he not so subtly adjusts himself in his jeans again. He’s panting a little, his chest heaving, and his lips are red from our kiss as he looks at me like he’s not quite sure where to start first.
The snapshot will live rent free in my mind for the rest of time.
“Look at that gorgeous pink cunt just waiting for me.”
Oh my God.
His words are illicit and dirty, and no one—no one—has ever spoken to me like that before.
My looks have been the subject of a thousand different blog posts and articles, but nobody has ever said anything like that to me before.
It makes me feel strong and tough and fucking proud to be a woman. Just the way he’s looking at me is different—like he wants to pounce on me and eat me alive, but he’s conflicted because he wants to take his time with me.
“I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll be begging me to stop. So hard that the only name you’ll remember is mine.”
Good Lord, I hope that’s a promise.
I’ve never come like that before.
I’m not exactly sure what to do with my hands, but I feel like I need to do something.
I run my fingertips up my torso to my breasts, and I squeeze them and massage the round globes there.
His eyes seem to get even hazier, and that’s when he yanks my legs toward the end of the bed and drops to his knees between them.
There’s no preamble as he dives directly into my pussy, tongue first.
I don’t have time to process what he’s doing.
I don’t even have time to tell him that nobody has ever done this to my body before.
All I know is that I’ve never, ever felt this sort of immediate pleasure in my life.
His hands are on my thighs as he holds them apart, and my hips jerk up off the bed to meet his mouth while I continue to massage my breasts.
He licks my entire slit from my opening up to my clit and down again, and he dips his tongue inside me.