Penthouse Prince(44)
“Some of the best things in life are unpredictable,” I murmur, blinking up at him with a knowing look.
He responds with a soft, easy chuckle. “Yeah, I’d say a lot of good, unpredictable things have been coming into my life lately.” He pauses, his gaze momentarily dipping down to my legs. “Speaking of which, I want an IOU on seeing you in those heels.”
My eyes can’t help but roll as I try and fail to suppress a smile. “Don’t act like you’ve never seen me in heels before.”
“I don’t think my senior prom over a decade ago counts,” he says. “Plus, your dress covered them anyway.”
I nod, setting my plate on the coffee table and grabbing a napkin for each of us. “I still can’t believe Dak bought that we went just as friends.”
“Listen, you know I love Dak like he’s my own brother, so it’s with nothing but total respect that I say this.”
Lex pauses, his eyes darkening as he glances around the room, as if there were anyone around to hear him. Then he leans in close to me, like we’re a couple of high schoolers gossiping in the back of study hall.
“Your brother?” he whispers behind a cupped hand. “He can be kind of a dumbass.”
A laugh explodes out of me, loud enough that I have to smack a hand over my mouth to keep from waking our little patient upstairs. Once I get myself under control, I give Lex a playful shove with both hands.
“You’d better hope I never tell him you said that,” I finally manage to say on a strained laugh.
“Yeah?” Lex lifts a brow in a challenge, shifting closer to me on the couch.
All at once, the mood changes, the sexual tension between us as thick as the humidity of an August night. He reaches toward me and tucks back a loose strand of my hair, causing my goose bumps to run wild as the pads of his fingers linger on the tender skin behind my ear.
“Well,” he finally says softly, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip. “You’d better not tell him about this either, then.”
Sliding his fingers to the back of my neck, he draws me into him, closing the space between us with a slow, open-mouthed kiss that sucks the air right out of my lungs.
Holy God in heaven, this man. One kiss from him, and I’m putty in his hands.
He coaxes my tongue into his mouth, sucking and massaging it with his, and I moan into him, planting my hands against his firm chest. It’s all I can do to find some semblance of balance in this moment where I feel like I’m totally and completely falling.
When he pulls back, it’s only a fraction of an inch, barely enough space to catch his breath as he grabs my hand and lowers it from his chest to his zipper. The kick of his erection against my palm sends a gasp tumbling from my lips.
“Do you want this?” He growls, tilting his hips against my hand.
“Y-yes,” I stutter. “But here?”
“Bedroom.” He pulls away, nodding toward the staircase. “It’s next to Grier’s room, though. We’ll have to be quiet.”
“Our parents never caught us back in the day, right?” I remind him. “I think I have plenty of practice in keeping quiet.”
He chuckles, running one hand along the scruff on his cheek. “Yeah? Well, I’m going to try to make it as hard on you as I can.”
Dropping one last kiss on my neck, he pulls me up from the couch and straight upstairs to his bedroom. Despite all the time I’ve spent in this house the past few weeks, this is my first time in Lex’s room.
But now is no time to look around. My eyes are fixed on the man in front of me, who’s peeling off his shirt and backing me against his bed. No sooner have I sat down on the edge than Lex sinks to his knees, freeing me of my shorts and panties in one swift motion.
“Please,” I beg, my voice a harsh whisper as he plants infuriating kisses along my inner thighs.
“Hmm?” His calm blue eyes gaze up at me, content to watch me lose my mind each time his lips brush against my skin. “You want something?”
“You,” I say on a sigh. “Please.”
With that, he pushes my legs all the way apart and dives into me, his tongue parting me with quick, furious strokes.
Good God in heaven. It’s been ten years too long since this man was between my thighs. As he sucks and licks at my core, my body tenses against him, my breath quickening into short, shallow pants.
“Lexington,” I say softly, hardly able to speak. “I’m so close.”
He hums his approval against me, then sinks two thick fingers inside me, pulling a gasp from my lips. This man remembers everything about me, every curve and sensitive spot, and more importantly, exactly how to make me come undone for him.
With one last crook of his nimble fingers, all the tension in my body comes to a head, spilling out of me in white-hot waves. The high lasts for a long, sweet moment, but before long, I’m back on earth, spread across his sheets in an exhausted heap.
Before I have time to catch my breath, he’s joined me on the bed, an undeniable hunger flickering in his eyes.
I know that look. It was in his eyes the first time I saw him again, all those weeks ago in the park. But back then, none of this made sense. It’s been weeks of this push and pull. Constantly slapping myself on the wrist for thinking there could be anything between us again.
But now that he’s looking at me with those perfect, hungry eyes, none of it matters. It’s just Lex and me, right here, right now.