Slow Play (The Rules #3)(28)

I wait breathlessly, my fingers trembling in his grasp. He lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine, dark and mysterious and so incredibly sexy I want to say yes to whatever he says next.

“Curious about what?” I finally ask, proud that my voice is so steady. Inside, I’m an absolute mess.

“What it would be like between us.” He takes one step forward and I take one back, suddenly needing the space. “I think we’d be good together.”

“If you’re talking sexually…” I start and he shakes his head.

“Does it always have to be about sex?” He smirks.

This from the guy that lurks around bathrooms, looking to find a chick who’s down to f*ck. Please. “With you, yes.”

He chuckles, the rich sound sending a pulsing sensation throughout my body, settling in between my legs. “Maybe I want to do something different with you.”

I frown. “Like what?” What, I don’t rate? This man is so incredibly infuriating. One minute I don’t want to ever see him again and the next, I’m breathless with anticipation for him to do something, anything to me to help ease the ache deep inside.

Like the bossy * that he is, he pushes his way into my room, giving me no choice but to step back, letting him in. He shuts the door behind him and grabs hold of me, whirling me around so I’m pressed against the wall and he’s…

Pressed against me.

“Just a kiss,” he whispers, shifting his hips so I can feel every inch of him. And trust me, there are a lot of inches. “I’ve been dying to know what that mouth of yours taste like, Alexandria. Let me have one taste?”

His voice is deep. Sensual. Intoxicating. I part my lips in anticipation, my eyes shuttering closed when his fingers drift along my jaw, his thumb tracing my lower lip. A shuddering breath escapes me and my mouth falls open.

I want him to kiss me. I’m dying for it.

And then his mouth is on mine. A soft press of lips on lips, mine parting at first touch, as are his. Electricity races through my veins, sparking my blood and I sigh, bathing his lips with my breath. He shifts closer, breaking the kiss as his hands lift to cradle my cheeks and then he kisses me again.

I’m lost.

Christ, her lips. They’re so soft, damp and warm and…giving. Eager. Clinging to mine as I kiss her again. And again. No tongue involved yet—what the hell is wrong with me— and I savor the taste of her. Learn the shape of her lips, hear the hitch in her breath when I take her lower lip between mine and gently tug.

She likes that. I make a note of it for later.

Alexandria melts into me, her hands braced against my chest before they slowly slide up to curl around my shoulders. The scent of her fills my head, sweet and clean and she tastes like toothpaste, all minty fresh and straight out of a freaking commercial.

I stroke her cheeks with my thumbs and step closer, her head tilting back when I break our kiss. Slowly I open my eyes to find hers are still closed. A dreamy little sigh falls from her lips and the sound twists my stomach into knots. Fuck, the kiss was just as good as I knew it would be. Maybe it was even better—though I don’t know if that’s necessarily a good thing. More like a bad thing.

Yeah. Bad. Real f*cking bad.

Her eyes slowly open as her tongue sneaks out and drifts across her lower lip. I wonder if she can taste me. If she wants more. I stare at her unabashedly, sliding my hands down her neck, over her shoulders, my gaze following the length of her body, taking in the thin tank and the tiny shorts…

“Fuck, what are you wearing?” I sound like I’m in agony and holy shit, I am. I grip her shoulders as I step away from her, staring at her barely covered, incredibly sexy body.

If that first touch of her lips on mine didn’t do it, seeing her like this certainly does. I’m so hard my dick is pressing against my fly, desperate to bust out and get to f*cking.

“I was going to bed,” she admits, her voice small. She stares at me, icy blue eyes hazy with lust. “I thought you were Kelli.”

“I’m definitely not Kelli,” I say as I push Alexandria against the wall, my hands going to her waist, testing her shape, the slight curve of her hips. She’s thin, there’s not much to her and I think of my usual preference. I like ‘em with dark hair and eyes, short and curvy, lots of boobs and ass. Something to grab onto while you’re f*cking her hard. Hey, I can even admit when I first saw Gabe’s girl I perked right up. Lucy’s totally my type.

But I don’t dip my dick in a girl my friend is in hot pursuit of. Hell, those two claim they’re in love. Gabe’s all serious about her and I just…hell. It blows my mind. I look at Lucy now and see nothing but the name Gabe stamped all over her. Totally off limits.

The primal need to keep a woman all for myself has never happened to me before but I think of some other guy touching Alexandria—like that nice guy Steven—and I see red. Fucking red.

What does that even mean?

“Why did you come here?” she asks, her voice low and soft. I lean down and press my forehead to hers, close my eyes and take a deep breath. I should lie and say I wanted to f*ck her. Make it about that. Nothing but sex. That’s all it should be. That’s all it normally is.

From the moment I’ve met Alexandria, nothing’s been normal. It’s like I’m in a different realm, especially tonight. Hanging out with dudes on a Saturday night playing video games while hoping I can get with the girl who’s crashed out on the couch. She thought I wasn’t paying attention to her but I heard every word she said.