A Time for Hope (Lexi, #3)(13)

“Get your hands off me, *!” I bucked against him spinning around violently ready to punch the living shit out of whoever it was.

A sexy smile spread across his face to greet me.

“Alex? What are you doing here?” I stared at him in disbelief. He had obviously changed since I left him in our bedroom. Clad in black leather pants and heavy black boots, he demanded attention. A fitted blue t-shirt completed his look, which not only made his eyes look amazing but also showcased his incredibly toned torso. The dog tags, which hung from his neck, caught the light from the strobe and enhanced his perfectly formed jaw. There were no words to describe how good he looked. He was down-right delicious. It was like I had been on one of those crazy juice fast diets and now I had sat down to an all-you-can-eat buffet. I was starved and the course I wanted to start with was dessert.

Alex moved his hands back around my waist and pulled me close against his body, his arousal teasing me through the fabric of our clothes.

“You mad?” Alex’s mouth twisted into a delicious half grin. “Cause you know I love it when you’re mad.” He slowly moved against me, the friction driving me crazy. All I seemed able to manage was a shake of my head in response. My mind, clouded with alcohol, and my body, frenzied with need, made it impossible for me to be able to perform two simple functions such as stand up right and speak simultaneously.

Alex tilted his head and his hot breath teased my ear. “Hmmmmm so quiet? It’s not like you not to have something to say.”

It took every ounce of restraint I had not to tear his clothes apart and f*ck him right there on the dance floor. Some women have that fantasy where when their man returns to them after a long absence, it’s all slow and romantic. There would be a wind machine blowing and dramatic music piped in the background as their desperate declarations of love and commitment spill from their lips. I didn’t share that recycled romance paperback novel sentiment. Fuck that! What I wanted was raw. It clawed at my skin, made it difficult to breathe and all I could think about was getting Alex inside of me. It had been too long and I was hungry.

“Was conversation really what you had in mind?” I whispered in his ear. I kept my body moving against his. “Cause I’m not in the mood to talk.” I turned my back to him and seductively moved my hips against his crotch.

“Well what are you in the mood for?” Alex’s hands slowly moved down my body. His tongue flicked against the lobe of my ear, sending a charge of electricity through my body that probably could have illuminated Beijing.

I leaned back against his chest, letting his arms envelop me. We both kept moving. I could feel the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of his t-shirt and the thumping of his heartbeat. Alex gently pushed the damp strands of my red wig away as he bowed down his head to my neck. His hot breath gave me goose bumps as he dragged his lips across my skin. While the sensations were familiar, it felt strangely new. It was like I was again discovering Alex for the first time, the excitement of wanting him so badly it hurt while still trying to play it cool.

“Alex,” I turned my face to meet his lips. He kissed me. Hard. Desperate. Hungry. The tenderness that had been there the last few times we had kissed was gone as he spun my body around to face him. As his tongue invaded my mouth with urgency, a low growl tore through his throat. “I need to get inside you. Now.”

My head spun with an overload of sensory stimulation. This is what I had wanted for weeks and now here we were - in a random club in Midtown, on the dance floor with light/music/insanity, questionable sobriety (only on my part) and enough pheromones to start producing our own shady infomercial for cologne.

This was not a smart idea. In fact on a scale of one to ten, this was a negative fifteen. I had imagined the scenario at least a dozen times in my head and not one of those times did I see our reintroduction into intimacy being in some public bathroom. As giddy as I was, the irony was not lost on me, that I was about f*ck my rock star husband in a club like some groupie. Though I was trying to be seductive and sexy, the thought made me giggle as I tugged at Alex’s arm and guided him slowly through the crowd.

As we neared the edge of the dance floor the crowd thinned and the lights were dimmer. My heart raced with anticipation like I was a teenage virgin about to get my cherry popped. Alex’s body was dangerously close to mine, he was either unwilling or unable to let me go and I loved that he seemed to be feeling the same desperation I was. We continued walking and I eyed Taylah at the bar. Responsible Lexi would let Tay know that I was about to get down and dirty so she wouldn’t worry if she noticed my absence. Of course Responsible Lexi checked out about twenty minutes ago when Alex showed up. Oh who am I kidding? When have I ever been responsible?

My feet wobbled underneath me as we reached the darkest corner of the club. My body had picked that exact moment to remind me I had been sinking shots with a cocktail chaser not more than an hour ago. Alex steadied me before pinning me up against one of the back walls. “How much have you had to drink baby?” He breathed against my neck.

“Enough to not care where I am as long as it’s with you,” I smiled as I tried to pull him closer, my hands finding their way to his taunt, athletic ass.

“Lexi,” Alex sighed as he kissed my neck, “This isn’t how I wanted this to happen for us.” He tried to reign in his breathing as he dipped his head to look at me.

“If I had’ve known throwing on a sexy dress and going undercover was going to turn you on so much I would have done it days ago.” I giggled as I moved my hands across the waistband of his leather pants to fumble with the zipper.