He shook his head and slid his fingers between her breasts. “Because I’m a guy who is dying to get you out of that bra.” He pulled out the plastic card and let go of her wrists to unlock the door. “If you invite me in, that’s what I’m going to do.”
Now was the time to say no. To herself and to him. That would be the smart thing to do, but she didn’t want to do the smart thing. She didn’t want to go inside the small hotel room where nothing waited for her but her own thoughts of the past few days. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes.”
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Come in, Sean,” she said, and he followed her inside. Except for the light from the parking lot slicing through a crack in the curtains, the room was completely dark.
“Come here, Lexie.”
“I thought you wanted ginger ale.”
“I hate ginger ale.”
She took a step toward the sound of his voice as the bomber jacket fell from her arms. Within the blackness, he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. He kissed her parted lips like a man who knew what he wanted and was going after it. His tongue slid inside and withdrew with hot, insistent strokes. He created a luscious suction, and his hand moved through her hair and down her back, drawing her close until the hard bulge of his erection pressed into her stomach and the tingling knots in her belly slid between her legs. She pushed her pelvis against the bulge, and within seconds his hands were everywhere, touching her all over. They pulled at each other’s clothes until they were naked and Sean’s hands were on her breasts, her hard nipples pressed into his palms.
“Ahh . . . baby,” he said, his voice a low gravel before his mouth found hers once more.
It was crazy and hot, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Two people giving in to a purely physical need. An overwhelming need for sex and nothing else. There was no need to talk about it. No need to define it.
His hand moved down her left thigh and he lifted her leg to his waist. The long, hard length of his erection slid against her, and when he spoke his voice hovered in the darkness. “You feel so good, Lexie.”
Tiny slivers of pleasure tickled her nerve endings, mingled with the blood coursing through her veins. He thrust against her, both hands gripping her behind. He was right. It did feel good, but not as good as it could feel. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “Take me to bed.” She lowered her leg from his waist.
Sean hit the switch on the wall. Blinding light jabbed Lexie’s eyes and she buried her face in his neck.
“Sorry,” he said as he walked her backward. “I didn’t know where the bed was.”
He pushed her down on the bed and followed. “And I want to see you.” His gaze followed his hand to her waist and hip and back up to her breasts. He touched her nipple with the tips of his fingers, then lowered his face and sucked her into his mouth. His cheeks drew inward and he moved his hand down her stomach and between her thighs. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. The pleasure so delicious, the heat of his mouth so exquisite, her back arched against his wet mouth and hand. He kissed her breast, and his short breaths heated her already hot skin. Then he was on his knees between her thighs. Cool air brushed across her nipples. He reached into his back pants pocket and pulled a condom from his wallet.
There had been a time in Lexie’s life when she’d thought that a man with a condom in his wallet was presumptuous. She was close to thirty, and was just awful glad he’d come prepared.
He stuck one edge of the black package between his teeth and ripped it open. Then his eyes sought hers as he wrapped one hand around his hard shaft and rolled the condom down his engorged flesh.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Lexie.” His eyes were sleepy with lust as he knelt between her knees and planted one hand next to her head. “Everything about you is sexy as hell.” Then he thrust into her and she couldn’t help her deep sigh of pleasure. He rested his weight on his forearm, and his other hand grabbed her thigh. She felt him everywhere, his body covering hers as he moved within her, touching and stroking the exact place where her pleasure was centered, in and out, driving her wild. Withdrawing slowly and plunging deep. And with each stroke, he pushed her toward climax. She slid her hands down the contours of his back to the hard cheeks of his behind. Beneath her palms, his muscles flexed with the motion of his slow, thrusting hips.
“Yes. Right there. Yeess,” she whispered against his mouth, moving with him as he pumped harder, deeper, faster. Heat and desire, flushing her skin and tangling her nerves into hot, twisted knots. “Sean? Oh my God.”
“Talk to me.” His hot breath touched her face and she sucked him in like oxygen.
She opened her mouth but the words spinning around in her head were embarrassing, unladylike, and best left unsaid.
“You feel so hot around me.” Sean didn’t seem to have trouble expressing himself as he drove into her, pushing her harder. “Tight and wet and good.”
Orgasm gripped her insides with pleasure. It ripped through her, again and again, as Sean’s climax tore a deep, primal groan from his chest. “Lexie,” he said on a harsh exhale as her body pulsed around him. His deep, relentless thrusts pushed her to more intense pleasure. “Do you want more of this, Lexie?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t think past the second orgasm setting her on fire. And then she did. She opened her mouth and swore like a hockey player. A natural ability she’d inherited from her father’s side.
Chapter 7
•love & lust #neverconfusethetwo
Sean raised a to-go cup and swallowed the last cold dregs of his Starbucks. He glanced at his watch, then tossed his duffel on one of two twin berths inside the private cabin of the Northern Adventure. Earlier, he’d scrambled to book passage aboard the ten-thousand-ton ferry and had to bust his ass to board before the boat left on its daily route across the Hecate Strait.
The last time he’d seen Lexie, she’d been wrapped up in hotel sheets with drowsy eyes and a satisfied smile. The last time he’d talk
ed to her, he’d told her he’d pick her up in the morning on his way to the dock. Where Jimmy and the Sea Hopper would be waiting to take them home.
It was cold inside the cabin but not enough to see his breath. He set the cup on the nightstand between the beds, then pulled his Oilers ball cap from his head and tossed it next to the empty cup. Eight fucking hours. He had eight hours to kill until the ferry docked in Prince Rupert. If the ferry docked on time, and if everything went according to plan, he’d have enough time to catch his flight to Vancouver. In Vancouver, he had a four-hour delay before his final flight to Seattle.