Indeed, he gave her a sinful grin. “I suppose I ought to finally accept the fact that I like your kind of chaos.”
“I’ll try to contain it as best as possible.”
He smirked—the bad-boy one that made her tingle all over. “I doubt you’re capable of that.”
“You’re right.” Lola shoved at his pecs and he rolled to the floor, with her on top of him again.
“I’m going to get a workout with you, aren’t I?”
“Complaining already?”
“Hell, no.” He kissed her, passionately, his fingers tangling in her hair.
Lola had never been so hot and bothered. She really shouldn’t have been, after such an earth-shattering climax. Yet she craved what he had to offer—more orgasms.
She loosened his tie and then ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying. For some reason, she found that sexy. Maybe because it personified controlled Alex losing all control. To her. For her.
She ran her hands over his sculpted chest and the corrugated grooves of his abdomen. “You don’t need a workout from me.” Appreciation laced her voice. “When, exactly, did you join the gym?”
“A while ago. You never noticed.”
“No. You’ve been covering all of this up.” She punctuated her words with light kisses and nips across his chiseled features. When she bit his nipple, he flipped her onto her back on the thick rug and settled between her legs. The forceful move turned her on even more. His erection pressed to the heart of her and she lifted her hips, grinding again.
“You know that’s going to get you into trouble,” he warned in a seductive tone. The man had the ultimate bedroom voice, and it thrilled her.
“Please,” she begged once more. “Let’s get into lots of trouble.”
“Maybe you’re the one who should be worried about Pandora’s Box. Because when I’m inside you, Lo, I’m going to make you come even harder than you just did.”
“Oh, God.” The dirty talk was music to her ears. “You know all the right buttons to push, Alex.”
Why hadn’t she known this about him?
She mentally shook her head. No point in deliberating over everything she found new and exciting about her best friend.
Plain and simple, Lola wanted him. She needed him. Now.
“I haven’t had sex in forever, Alex. Please tell me you’re one of those always-prepared guys who carries a condom in his wallet.”
“More like a safety-first guy, but whatever. Yes.”
“Thank God.” An even deeper, hotter lust clawed at her. She wanted to ruffle every single perfectly placed feather until Alex was disheveled again and teetering on that sexy-as-hell ragged edge. Lola wanted to be right there with him.
“Alex,” she added. “Don’t hold back. Go totally wild on me.”
His head lifted from where he’d been staring at her breasts. Raging desire rimmed his pale-green irises. “Tell me you’re sure about this, because once I start… I don’t think I can take it slow and easy with you, Lo. I want you to keep begging for me. Begging for more.”
There was that intensely raw side to him that made her inner thighs burn.
His peridot eyes, which had become hypnotic with their wide range of emotion, held her spellbound. Everything inside of Lola felt deliciously prickly and hypersensitive. An incessant need for him pulsed through her veins.
“Fuck me, Alex,” she said, without hesitation.
“You know I’m seriously into you.”
“Not yet, stud.”
She was too wrapped up in how he made her feel, how thrilling this all was, to allow the hint of uh-oh derail her. They were about to cross a very critical line, but she couldn’t step away now.