Lily didn’t actually think he’d take her right here and now, in his dressing room in the middle of the day.
But what an amazing fantasy to weave! Lex being so captivated by her that he couldn’t stand another second of the flirtation without giving in.
She’d suspected Jax would be the one to get caught up in the moment and have his way with her if she gave him the right signal. Lex, however, seemed to enjoy the little cat-and-mouse thrill of the chase. Either approach would wo
rk with her when it came to these two men. The thought of how varied each would be in tempting her, drawing her in, excited her even more.
She had a feeling everything about their foreplay and eventual conquering of her—if that was what they were both intent on—would provide the sort of double whammy that would leave her limp and boneless.
And thoroughly satisfied.
Prompting Lily to say, “I like the proposition you made. What you and Jax want from me.” She pulled in a long stream of air, looking for a little boost of courage, and then she daringly told Lex, “I’m more than intrigued by the way you two look at me. Not just when you’re taking in the sight of me in a different dress or watching me bend over to grab something from the butler’s pantry.” She crooked a brow at him, wondering if he’d deny it.
Of course, he didn’t. Modern-day scoundrel that he was, Lex’s sexy grin returned.
She should be forewarned by all the zings ricocheting through her body. Yet she wasn’t able to focus on any red flags this time. Especially the way Lex was currently devouring her with his hungry gaze.
Then his head bent to hers again and their lips tangled in the sweetest, most sensuous tongueless kisses that instantly ensnared her. Until her arms were twining around his neck and she was clinging to him, lost in the scent of his delicious heat, the feel of his hard muscles melding to her soft curves and his hands sliding around to her backside, one palm resting at her tailbone and the other cupping an ass cheek.
Bolts of lightning exploded in her core.
“Lex,” she murmured against his mouth. “Are you feeling all of this?”
His hand on her butt squeezed and he pressed her more firmly against his groin. “You have noticed how hard I am for you, right?”
A soft moan fell from her lips.
Lex added, “We’re hot for each other. And Lily”—his grin turned downright scandalous—“I really need to make you come.”
Her breath stuck in her throat. She gazed up at him, eyes wide, her heart thumping mightily.
And every fiber of her being screamed Oh, hell yes!
As sinfully as Lex gazed down at her, Lily’s sensible reservations faded into oblivion.
Her fingers plowed through his thick, light-brown hair, and she pulled his head to hers and said, “Kiss me, Lex,” a mere second before his mouth sealed to hers, their lips parted, and their tongues began an erotic dance that sent her pulse soaring and had her clit tingling.
Lex was a master of the slow burn. His hand on her ass coaxed her to rub against his erection. The other wedged between them and he palmed her breast, massaging with a hint of urgency. As though heightening her arousal was as critical a goal as completing his CD. Like he really and truly meant what he’d said about needing to make her come.
But she also felt the underlying agitation coursing through him at the barrier of their clothing. Hers, specifically, since she was all bundled up in a coat, shirt, and tie. So Lily popped the buttons on her jacket. Lex took over from there at her silent consent. He expertly loosened her tie. Unfastened her shirt. Slipped his hand behind the material and cupped her breast again. Caressing a bit more emphatically.
Lily wanted to tug his polo off and feel every rigid muscle beneath her fingertips. But Lex seemed to be as caught up in the heat and the lust as she was and his hand shifted from her breast, grazing down to her thigh and then disappearing under the hem of her skirt. His fingers glided beyond the band of her tights and panties and whisked over her slick folds.
Her hips jerked as exhilaration shot through her. She tore her mouth from his. “Jesus, Lex.”
He rubbed the dewy flesh while staring deep into her eyes. So that all that registered in her mind was his intimate touch, the intensity of his need to pleasure her, and the amazing sensation of his hands on her body.
Her fingers were still threaded in his hair. The other hand gripped his bulging biceps. He went back to the tongueless kisses that drove her wild—and allowed her to breathe as he continued stroking her. Relatively speaking, since he so expertly commanded her passion.
He eased a finger into her pussy and she gasped. A wicked thrill trilled down her spine.
“Fuck,” he whispered against her lips. “Lily, you are damn tight.”
He pumped in a little farther and her nails dug into his muscles as she held on for dear life.
Lex worked in a second finger. Plunged deeper, with determination.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”