A Time for Hope (Lexi, #3)(69)

“Are you sure Lexi, really, really sure?” It was the first time during the conversation Hannah had sounded hopeful.

“Yes, the matter is settled. I’ll call the airline and rearrange our flights. Once we get the all clear from the pediatrician we’ll join up with the guys, wherever they are.”

“Thanks Lexi.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Don’t thank me, it’s no big deal! Now go spend some quality time with your family before you have to send your husband out to the adoring hordes.” I was about to take my own advice as I knew the night would not be long enough. I leaned against Alex’s chest craving the closeness that by morning would be gone.

“Bye Lex, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Bye Hannah. If you need anything just call me.” I ended the call and put down my iPhone.

“So I guess I’m flying solo tomorrow.” Alex brushed the hair from my neck, his fingers lightly grazing my skin.

“Alex, Noah’s sick. I can’t leave. It will be at most a couple of weeks.” The reassurance was unnecessary. Alex understood why I had to stay.

“I know baby, it doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss you.” Alex shifted from behind me, his large frame making the mattress ripple as he moved.

“Think of how fantastic it will be when you finally do see me.” I raked my hands through his mess of blonde hair, smiling at him seductively.

“Hmmmm I’ll have to start planning from now.” Alex kneeled at the base of the mattress, his hands leisurely teasing my toes.

“You know, I’ve always been more of a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl.” Not that I didn’t enjoy a little planned interlude but I much preferred a heated being-thrown-up-against-a-wall, frenzied encounter. Luckily for me, Alex provided me (frequently) with both.

“That you are.” Alex grabbed my feet and pulled me down the bed.

“What are you doing?” I squealed as he scrambled to stand while keeping my body pinned.

“Improvising.” His mouth twisted into his delicious half grin.

He planted his feet on the floor before scooping me up and flung me over his shoulder.

“Alex, what the f*ck?” I laughed as I came face to face with his ass, not that I was complaining about the view. His arm was wrapped around my legs to keep me securely in place.

“Well sure, that will come later but not before I get you wet.” Alex carried me (while I hung upside down) out of our bedroom and into our adjoining ensuite.

“Get naked, that will get me wet.” I pulled at his running shorts with my hands, assuming I could assist in facilitating my request.

“Oh I plan on getting you very wet.” Alex reached into the shower stall and turned on the tap. The spray from the showerhead ricocheted off the glass walls and hit my body.

Alex stepped into the stall with me still over his shoulder. The water seeped into my clothes, saturating me instantly.

“Alex!” I shivered as the coldness hit my skin, “It’s freezing!”

Alex unwrapped his arm from around my legs and slid me slowly down his torso. I felt every inch of his toned muscle as I travelled down his body. I lifted my head as he pressed my back against the tiled wall.

“Still cold?” He mumbled in my ear as he kissed my neck. I shook my head. I no longer cared about anything other Alex’s mouth on me.

His fingers played at the hem of my t-shirt. He tore at the wet fabric that was pasted against my skin, lifting it over my head and letting it drop to a pile on the floor. He lowered his head and took my mouth, owning it with the power of his kiss. I closed my eyes as it intensified. I felt Alex claw at my bra, ripping it from my body. He was desperate and I loved it. I pushed against him, slamming his body against the opposite wall. I fumbled with the button on my waterlogged jeans, needing to rid my body of their heaviness. Alex smiled approvingly as I stripped away the denim to reveal a pair of white cotton panties.

“So demure for such a dirty girl,” he gently flicked the waistband.

“I had already packed all the racy ones,” I moved my hand down his chest and palmed his cock. “Besides I won’t be wearing them for long.”

“No, you won’t.” Alex growled as he pressed his naked chest against mine. His lips found mine again as his tongue invaded my mouth.

The water trickled down our skin as he captured my hand from the front of his pants and held it above my head. I whimpered a protest, wanting to feel his thick throbbing length and before I was able to use my other hand, he repeated the action hindering my means of stroking him. With both my hands firmly locked above my head he grinded against me, the thin material of his running shorts doing little to disguise the hardness of his erection. I struggled against his weight, needing to touch him.

“I want to touch you!” I demanded as I writhed frustrated against the cold tiled wall.

“So touch me,” He teased as he licked my neck.

“Let go of my wrists.” I demanded as I pushed against the hand that kept mine firmly in place.

“You’ll have to think of using something else,” he smirked unwilling to relinquish control of my hands.

Smirking and refusing to admit defeat I leaned up against him and teased him with my firm nipples. I inched closer and pressed the swells of my breast up against his toned chest before sliding down his body. While he refused to release my hands he allowed me enough slack to travel southward. I pushed the limits of my constraint as I glided down the tiled shower wall, further and further until I ended up on my knees.