Avoiding Commitment (Avoiding #1)(149)

Ramsey left her hands above her head and began to roam lower and lower until his fingers were feather light against her inner thighs. "Ramsey, I…" she got out before he was kissing her again. His gentle hands began making circle motions against the sensitive skin trailing closer to her most sensitive area.

Fire alarms were going off in her head at his advances, and she knew she needed to stop. In fact, she really wanted to stop. After everything she had been through tonight, she could not add this to the list of stupid things for the evening. She pushed against his chiseled chest, but she might as well have been pushing on a brick wall for all he noticed. One finger moved closer and pressed against her opening veiled only by her black thong. He didn't do anything more than rest there, but she was already wet with anticipation…an anticipation that she would never let come to fruition.

She turned her head to pull away from his demanding kisses. "Stop," she whispered lacking the conviction she felt. He had already hooked his finger under her underwear and was massaging her wet spot. Her body arched of its own accord and a moan escaped her at the pleasurable feeling. She was sore from her earlier encounter, but he was being so gentle she hardly noticed.

"What did you say?" he asked expertly inserting two fingers deep inside of her without allowing her enough time to answer. She couldn't believe how amazing he felt and this was just the foreplay. She needed to stop or she was going to regret her actions.

"I said stop," she murmured attempting to wiggle away from him, but he had his other hand locked securely against her hip preventing her from moving.

"But you like it. You're enjoying it."

"No," she said shaking her head as her lower half convulsed with pleasure.

"Your body is telling me otherwise and I haven't even gone any farther."

"You can't…go any…farther," she gasped out.

He sighed letting his head fall forward but halting his movements inside of her. His hot breathe gave away his already heated desire for her. "Are you sure?" he asked wiggling his fingers playfully.

She gasped. "Yes…"

"You want me to stop?"

"Yes."

He sighed against her heavier this time, but extracted his hand from her lower extremities. He rolled over and laid next to her his chest heaving up and down with the effort of following her orders. She could tell he was expelling a good deal of exertion keeping him from her when he was already hard and ready for her.

Lexi hopped up off the bed and shimmied back into her ruined dress forgetting that Ramsey had given her new, clean clothes to change into. "I have to get out of here," she said reaching for the door.

"What?" he cried hopping off the bed in surprise. "You just got here."

"I know, but I have to leave."

"Don't go. I'll be good. I won't do anything else," he pleaded with her meeting her at the door.

"This isn't about you," she muttered wrenching the door open.

"Then it's about Jack," he said catching her off guard.

She stumbled just managing to catch herself on the door frame. "It doesn't matter what it's about. I just have to leave."

He could see that he had touched on the right subject just by her aggressive response. "Where are you going to go?'

"I'll figure it out," she said walking out of the room, through the hallway, and down the stairs. She could feel him following her, but she didn't look backwards.

"You shouldn't go running off in the middle of the night."

"I can do whatever I want," she cried striding across the living room.

"I know you can. I just want you to be safe," he said quietly.

She bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep from saying anything she might regret. He was just looking out for her, and she knew that. However, getting into any sort of physical relationship with someone was just plain wrong. She had too much baggage. She needed to clear away some of that before anyone else got hurt. "I will be safe," she told him turning and facing him.

"Promise?"

"Yes," she said twisting the knob behind her back and pulling the door open. "Sorry."

Lexi rushed down the stairs that led to his townhouse and out onto the dark city streets. She had forgotten how different New York and Atlanta were. At any given second in New York, she could hail a cab to take her to any destination. Here people had to call for a cab and wait for it to pick you up. In New York, people were constantly on the streets and, where Lexi frequented, she could walk anywhere. In Atlanta, she rarely felt safe walking in even the highest class areas of the city during the day, let alone at night.

She took a deep breath and dialed the number for a cab service. After a few minutes, the cab arrived and carted her to the hotel Chyna was staying in. Lexi had the concierge ring for Chyna, but found that no one was in the room or else Chyna was incapacitated. Either was just as likely. Since she had no proof that she should be in Chyna's penthouse, they refused to give her a key to the room.

"If you won't give me a key, can I just stay in your lobby until she gets back?" Lexi asked exasperated.

The woman looked at her condescendingly obviously taking in her smeared make-up and torn dress in a rather negative fashion rather than seeing the several hundred dollar material. "That is typically not permitted."