“Where the hell are your panties?” He gaped.
She stared back at him, completely expressionless. “I never wear panties.”
Those words were like a clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning straight from the heavens. He was done. Finished. So was his reputation, because there was no way he was going to last longer than thirty seconds with her.
She turned on the bed, aligned herself with the covers and the mattress, and slowly, so damn slowly it was like watching a slow motion movie if that movie was a porno made just for him, by her, to drive him completely out of what was left of his mind, she opened her legs.
She was perfect. Glistening. Soaked. Completely bald. Gorgeous.
“Fuck, Alix,” he swore again. “Just… fuck.”
She winked at him, oddly composed. “I already told you I’m game.” She crooked a finger. “Now. Come here already, or I’ll think you changed your mind.”
CHAPTER 12
Alix
This is happening. This is really freaking happening.
Ross Rivers was in her room. Alone with her. Naked. She was naked too. Strangely enough, she wasn’t losing her mind. She wasn’t freaking out. She wasn’t attacking him. Or his really crazy big erection. She wasn’t the one who had started it. She was oddly composed on the outside. She wasn’t even freaking out on the inside.
Overheating, yes. Boiling. Her heart was wild. Her pulse was a mess. Her stomach was so tight it would be a miracle if it ever uncoiled. Her breathing was a train wreck. Still. She opened her legs for Ross like a natural born seductress might. She was damn proud of herself.
Especially because she’d been waiting for this moment- okay, well, maybe some PG-13 version of it when she was way younger- for almost a decade.
Ross closed the distance to her bed in a single long stride. He wrapped her up in his massive, burning, muscled arms and kissed her ravenously. She kissed him back like she’d waited her whole life to do it. They kissed each other like if they didn’t, there wouldn’t be a tomorrow. They kissed until it felt like her lips were going to fall off and her face burned, even though Ross was fairly clean shaven.
He kissed her until they had to come up for air or actually risk passing out from lack of oxygen. Even then, he didn’t stop. He trailed kisses down her chin, hot, open mouthed, lush, delicious kisses that banked the fires taking over her chest and belly. It felt like someone had surgically placed a chain inside of her and that chain was attached to Ross and every single time he moved or breathed or so much as blinked, the chain wrapped tighter around her internal organs, the friction causing an unbearable heat that made everything weighted and heavy below her legs.
She was soaked. And not because she was still wet from the bath. She was pretty sure there was an actual embarrassing puddle forming below her on the comforter.
Ross trailed those open-mouthed kisses down her throat, over her shoulders, and the chain tightened to the point of unbearable. She rubbed her legs together, trying to ease the friction. He noticed. Of course, he noticed.
As he claimed her breast, his hand slid down between her legs. He groaned around her nipple when he realized how wet she was. Frick. Even she hadn’t realized how wet she was. She was so slick that his finger slid right through her folds, straight to her entrance.
Her mouth dropped open. “I- I need to- tell you something,” she panted.
His hand found her clit and circled it gently and she lost all capacity for words. His mouth was doing something to her breast that was unbelievable too. Her thighs trembled. The heat raging inside felt like it was going to scorch her from the inside out. She half expected to glance down and see flames erupt from her belly button.
“Ross…” She tried again, digging her fingers into his scalp.
His toyed with her clit, circling. Circling a little harder. Dancing over and back. Circling again. He was driving her crazy with just his hand.
“Ross I-”
Her nipple popped out of his mouth with a wet slurp that made her want to die. Why the hell was that so hot anyway? Why was all of it so good? It hadn’t been good with anyone else. She’d tried. She’d tried so hard. It just didn’t happen.
Ross could just look at her though and cause spontaneous orgasm. He was well on his way doing what he was doing to her and then his head dropped lower.
“I know what you need, my little bear,” he said in that deep, sexy, Ross voice that she loved so much. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to make you beg. Much.”
“Ross- I- that isn’t- argh!”
Alix lost all capacity for words when Ross kissed a hot path down her belly button, right around those flams, and kept going. All of a sudden, her shoulders arched completely off the bed her hands were tangled in his hair again, ripping and pulling, and her legs were spread open and his mouth was there. On her sex.