Avoiding Responsibility (Avoiding #2)(20)

Letting out the breath she had realized she had been holding, Lexi wandered over to her couch and plopped down. All the interruptions were really starting to get old. First Ashley and then Ray. Would she ever just be able to enjoy herself with Ramsey or would everything else always be looming over them?

She honestly didn't have an answer for that and it kind of scared her. What was the point of seeing him again if they could never be again?

That thought hurt her and all she wanted to do was push it away. She knew she was over analyzing. It was a common thing for her to do, but sometimes she couldn't keep her mind quiet. She threaded a piece of hair behind her ear several times before glancing up at Ramsey. "Well are you going to sit down?"

He smiled and walked over to meet her. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. "You look tense," he murmured reaching up and tilting her head to meet his gaze.

"You know why," she said looking into the depths of his green eyes. They were a rich emerald green with gold specks shooting out from the center and a deep brown rim circling the iris.

"I know," he said his hand beginning to massage the back of her neck. "I want to make it better."

"I don't know Ramsey," she said her eyes closing of their own accord as his expert hands moved from her neck to the knots in her shoulders and upper back. Her hand reached out and gripped his upper thigh as he worked out a particularly troublesome spot. She could feel him tense under her at the abrupt movement, but she didn't move from her position.

His hands were so large when laid out flat against her back they covered the entire width of her body. Reacting to her touch, his hands moved from the massage and came around to the front of her body, rubbing her stomach. Just as they reached the curve of her br**sts, Lexi's head dipped back on his shoulder. He took that as encouragement and moved to cover her once more. She tilted her head to the side and kissed his neck. A smile crossed her face as she felt his black pants tighten underneath her.

She groaned as his hands moved from her br**sts to the hem of her dress and began working the muscles in her inner thighs. A pulsing began in her lower half at his advances and the heat coming off of her body only increased his desire for her.

Unable to continue, he effortlessly picked her up in his arms causing her to squeal in surprise. Carrying her into her room, he laid her down on her bed. Before he started up again on her, he quickly untucked his white button up, and threw his black slacks to the ground…where they belonged. In only his black boxer briefs and half-unbuttoned white shirt, he continued his work on her thighs. As his hands dipped farther and farther towards the most sensitive part of her body, her back arched with desire. His fingers brushed as lightly as he could allow against her thin black underwear causing her to buck against him.

He smiled knowingly and moved to her other leg. "Ramsey," she murmured opening her eyes and begging him with them to continue.

"Yes?" he questioned acting all too oblivious.

She wouldn't say anymore. If he wanted to pleasure her into submission, she was perfectly okay with that for the time being. His head dipped down and kissed a trail up her leg across her now wet underwear and back up the other thigh. Her body was already very ready for him and he had barely even touched her.

Her dress slipped up over her butt and revealed all of her tiny thong. His hands moved up to her hips and pulled her farther down on the bed wanting to get a closer look. He pushed his body firmly against her pressing all of his manhood, covered only by a thin layer of cotton, against her. She moaned loudly at the pressure from his movement and began to grind herself in circles against him.

His lips came down on top of her and he began passionately kissing the breath out of her. Her hands shot up and into his short blonde hair. She could feel how ready he was for her, and it was almost unbearable to have the barriers of clothing between them.

When they were together like this, she wasn't able to think properly. Even though she knew that she should be mad at him, and stay mad at him, her brain just wasn't putting two and two together. Her bodywas very happy to see him.

His hand moved between their bodies and began massaging her clit through the soft material pushing her closer to the edge. She broke apart from his lips gasping for air. Biting down on her bottom lip, she lustfully looked up into his eyes giving him all the information he needed. He hopped off the bed and began swiftly unbuttoning the remaining buttons on his shirt. Lexi sat up and tried to find the stupid zipper on the side of her dress. She fumbled with the hook and eye on the top, but the zipper worked just fine.

As both of them were all but nude, the ring tone from a cell phone ripped through the apartment. Ramsey cursed and then looked up at Lexi apologies evident in his eyes. "Sorry, just give me a second," he said looking for the source of the noise. He grabbed his pants that he had hastily tossed on the floor and dug out his cell phone.

Lexi mouth opened in surprise that he would stop their exchange to answer a cell phone. Really? She couldn't believe this. It really must be important or she was seriously going to have a fit.

"Hello?" Ramsey asked after checking the caller id.

"What?" he asked cursing under his breath at whatever he was hearing on the other line. "No, no don't leave. Fuck. No I'll take care of it." There was a pause while someone on the other line spoke. Ramsey looked pissed all of a sudden. His eyes were fiery. His fist clenched to his side as he listened to someone ramble on. "I said I'd f**king take care of it. Jesus Christ, just hold tight. I'll be there as soon as I can."