What Lola Wants (Leave Your Shoes On 1)

“I’m only interested in yours. And, Lo, I started with the easy ones.” He grinned. “Wait’ll I get creative.”

Chapter Four

Dear God, Alex threw her for loop after loop.

It was exhilarating. Enticing. Electrifying.

How incredibly bizarre and yet so intoxicating.

This was like nothing Lola had ever anticipated coming from him. But Alex was the first man to really light her up—to really make her body sing and to give her so much pleasure.

She confessed, “I’m not even sure where mine all are.” No one had ever spent much time searching for her erogenous zones. The men in her past had gotten worked up quickly and had come just as fast. While Lola was still only warming up.

Alex gave her a confident look. “We’ll discover them together.”

Excitement chased through her. He stood and rummaged in the nightstand drawer, plucking out a bunch of condoms and dropping them on the wooden top.

“Storing up for the winter?” she teased.

“Been a while.” He examined a packet and then nodded. “Expiration date’s still good.”

“Alex.”

His gaze shifted to her. “Lo. I don’t screw around that much.” He eyed her a bit too curiously as he added, “Doesn’t that say something about us?”

Okay, yeah. She’d cracked the walnuts wide open. But she wouldn’t have guessed Alex had as many secrets to divulge as she did.

“I assumed you dated frequently,” she said. “Especially after… I mean, you are unbelievably good at… everything.” She had to fan herself with a hand as she thought of his head between her legs.

With a non

committal shrug, he said, “Got a lot going on with the insurance biz. The economic downturn jacked us for a while, and we’re still struggling. Cutbacks are the order of the day, and I’ve been constantly worrying about my employment status. That’s why I file quarterly taxes, just to make sure I don’t end up on the short end of the stick one day.”

Ah, there was her meticulous Alex. It was kind of cute to see him peek through the strapping, studly guy who’d fucked her so aggressively.

She smiled. “I know this’ll come as a surprise, but I really do like how neat and orderly you are.”

He snorted. “Yeah, tell that to my box of crayons when we were kids.”

Lola reached for his arm, tugging him to her until he settled between her legs.

“Alex,” she said, gazing into his glowing green eyes. “You are amazingly, gloriously hard. And I am impossibly, ridiculously wet for you. Fuck me again. Now.”

He didn’t waste a second mulling over her request. He hauled himself up and hooked his forearms beneath the backsides of her knees, spreading her open. He lingered on the precipice with a challenging look on his devastatingly handsome face.

Lola’s body twisted as she reached for a condom. She tore open the foil packet and slid the latex down his massive erection.

“Fuck me, Alex.”

He eased into her, teasing her inch by inch with his thick shaft. Lola writhed beneath him, wanting more. So much more. But the titillation was also highly arousing. Addictive. He had her wanting to claw at him, to grip his ass and clutch him to her, forcing him to sink all the way in.

Not in a million years would she have ever imagined he could be so sexy and tempting. Driving her wild with his hard and fast moves, and now his slow, seductive ones.

He continued to tease her for endless moments, pushing gently in, pulling almost all the way out of her. Heightening her anticipation, making her need him more than she needed her next breath.

“Alex,” she begged. He was the only man she’d ever pleaded with, the only one who made her crazed with wanting him. “You have to make me come again. I’m desperate for it. For you.” A dangerous notion when it came to the precarious FWB scenario, but a truthful one.

He groaned. “You seriously have no idea how snug the fit is?”