“No,” she said firmly. “You’re looking at this all wrong. You… illuminated my life. You illuminated the world for me, made me see things I wasn’t seeing before. You saw me, and you made me see myself for the first time since the accident. Things are… kind of messed up right now. I won’t deny that. But at least it’s honest, and my life messed up with you is fuller than it ever was without you.”
He stared at her for a long moment. “But you admit that it’s messed up?”
She laughed and slipped her arms around his waist. “Oh, it’s totally messed up. But it’s also perfect, because I have you.”
He held her face in his hands and looked down at her. “I’m just so fucking sorry, Lex. For this whole mess, for everything that happened then and now.”
“Don’t be,” she said. “It all led me here, to this moment, to you.”
He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips, exploring her mouth like it was the first time.
The kiss lit a fire in her stomach that flared like amatch. She pressed herself against him, heat rushing to her core as her body answered the call of his.
His mouth grew more urgent against her own, his hands sliding down her neck, the chill of his palms erotic against the fevered skin of her shoulders under his jacket.
She pulled away and looked up at him. She was tired of being imprisoned by the past. She didn’t want to talk about all the bad stuff that had happened in her life — the stuff that had happened ten years ago or the stuff that had happened in the past few months.
She wanted Nick naked, his skin sliding against hers. She wanted to take him in her mouth, make him forget every doubt. She wanted to watch him move over her body, to feel him move inside her.
Most of all she wanted to show him that she belonged to him. That no matter what had happened in the past or what happened in the future, she would always choose him.
“Take me to bed, Nick.”
His eyes were lit like a flare as he tucked her against him and hurried back toward the hotel.
12
Nick opened the door to the suite and hurried Alexa inside, turning toward her even before the door had closed all the way. He pressed her against the wall, engaging the locks as he swept her mouth into a feverish kiss, his body already raging with need.
She lifted her hands to his shoulders and slid off his jacket as she met the parry of his tongue with her own. The jacket dropped to the floor and she started on the buttons of his shirt, her mouth soft and welcoming under his.
She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he broke their kiss to turn her forcefully to face the wall. She braced her body with her hands as he unzipped her dress to reveal her strong, elegant back.
His cock lurched in his trousers when the zipper stopped just above the swell of her ass, the perfection of her body revealed in the line of her spine, tapering to a narrow waist and flaring to plush, fleshy hips that begged for his fingers, his teeth.
He slid his hands up the insides of her thighs, relishing the sigh that escaped her mouth as he reached the heat of her center. Another rocket of lust shot through his body when he realized she wasn’t wearing underwear.
The dress was still around her hips, hiding the erotic well of desire between her legs, and he ran his fingers through her folds before realizing it was a bad idea. She was so hot, so wet. It was too easy to imagine the slide of his shaft through her channel, the slick generosity of her pussy as she pulled him inside the refuge of her body.
His erection pressed painfully against his trousers and he removed his hand and bent over her back, pulling her long, glossy hair aside to kiss her neck.
She sighed. “Nick…”
“You’re so lovely, Lex.” He left kisses along her spine, taking special care with the scars, tracing them with his hands and mouth on the way to her ass. “The most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”
He tugged at the dress and it fell from her hips, landing in a silky pool around her feet, still clad in the black heels she’d paired with the dress. He used his knee to spread her legs farther apart and knelt at her feet. Looking up at the perfection of her ass, he caught the scent of her sex, rich and musky. Lust roared through his body.
He rose up on his knees and grabbed her ass, as silky and firm as a peach, spreading the cheeks to give him more access to the sweetness hiding at her center. He buried his face between her thighs, running his tongue through the silky petals of her sex.
She let out a long, low moan and pressed back against his mouth.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He reached around her body until his fingers came in contact with her clit. He used the pads of two fingers to make circles around the tiny bud while he lapped hungrily at the desire dripping from her center.
His own need was reaching a fever pitch, the smell and taste of her sex rocketing through his body like a comet, his cock straining for release as his tongue stroked her velvety crease, dipping into the secret garden of her pussy while her clit grew swollen under his fingers.
“Nick…” she gasped.
He pushed his tongue farther inside her, sensing that she was about to come, wanting to taste every drop of her release. She moved with him, her hips rotating in rhythm with his mouth as he moved his fingers more urgently over her clit.