“I know,” she panted back, then kissed me again. “Go to the bedroom.”
I let out a moan that I felt from my lips down to the tips of my toes.
“Sweetheart.”
“Trey. Bedroom.”
And fuck me if I didn’t start carrying her in that direction.
“Tell me to stop.” My hand slid to the middle of her back and pressed her body closer.
“Uh-uh.” She shook her head slightly without breaking our kiss.
I stepped through the bedroom door.
Damn it.
“Lex, please, you need to tell me to stop.”
Her arms tightened around me, and her hands held my head securely to hers.
My good knee sank into the top of the mattress. I set my hands down and lowered us to the bed.
“Lex, tell me to stop. Because if you don’t,” I practically grunted against her lips, “I’m going to be inside of you in about two seconds.”
She smiled and opened her eyes. “Make it one.”
I let my forehead settle on hers. “Tell me to stop.”
“Go.” She sighed right as I felt her fingers on me—guiding my cock to her wetness.
Then through her wetness.
One slight move of my hips was all it would take to finally be inside her again.
Exactly where I wanted to be.
“Lexi.”
“I want you. You want me. Fuck everyone else, okay?” Her voice didn’t even quiver.
I stared at her beautiful face.
And I thought about what was best for her. “You want to go to the Olympics.”
She started laughing, her body shaking next to mine. “I’ll get to the Olympics because I’m a great freaking player. Not,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on my lips, “by staying celibate.”
“Lexi,” I said, my voice holding a tone of warning.
She let her head flop back to the pillow. “Trey, can you honestly say you weren’t baggin’ babes every time you made the Olympic team?”
“I’m not answering that question.”
She laughed again. “Exactly, so shut up and finish what you started.”
My eyes squinted at hers. “You’re the one who started this.”
Her widened eyes stared at me. “No, it was you.”