When she finishes the song and only after the last chord fades away, I nod toward the ukulele in her hands and tell her in a gruff voice, "Put that down and come here."
Her eyebrows rise, but there's clear interest in her eyes. "Come there?" she asks for clarification as she points to my body.
I tap my chest. "Right here. Right on top of me."
Lexi's cheeks flush and a little puff of breath blows out of her, but she immediately leans to her side and places her instrument on the floor.
With absolutely no hesitation, she comes up to her knees and slowly crawls up my body. Our gazes are locked tight and her eyes darken with intensity. When her chest comes level with mine, and her knees are pressed into the cushion just inches from my crotch, she asks me softly, "You going to kiss me?"
"I was thinking about it," I tell her as my hands come around her lower back, and I press on her until her body lowers and presses flush against mine.
And fuck, she feels good against me, just her soft curves and warmth starting to get me hard before I even lay my mouth on hers.
Lexi's forearms support her weight on my chest and she looks down at me with sizzling eyes and her long dark hair framing her face. We just stare at each other, knowing that once we take this step, our casual, light, and flirty friendship is going to change.
Fuck is it going to change.
Leaving one hand on her lower back, I slide the other up and over her shoulder, letting my palm glide up her neck so my fingers can tangle in her hair. She shivers when my thumb strokes her jaw before I cup my hand around the back of her head.
Lexi's hands reach out and circle behind my neck, which causes her chest to lower to mine, the soft curves of her breasts feeling fucking fantastic against me and causing her face to lower just a little bit more toward mine.
"So this is it?" she whispers as she licks her lower lip.
"This is it," I agree, and because I absolutely cannot wait one moment longer, I put pressure on the back of her head to force our mouths to close the distance. The first touch of her lips against mine causes a pleasure to punch straight through to my groin and she has no hesitation in immediately accepting my tongue. I give it to her slowly, angling her head a bit with my hand. My mouth moves against hers, gently but deeply, my hand at her lower back keeping her tight to me.
I could probably be content with just this slow mouth fucking, my nerves humming and my blood on a low boil, but Lexi moans softly into my mouth and I involuntarily react by nipping at her lower lip. I grab it with my teeth, press into the soft flesh with a low growl, and Lexi's entire body jerks against mine.
And Christ, my dick goes full-on hard, lengthening and swelling against her as our hips start to move and gyrate.
Giving a tiny suck first, I let Lexi's lip pop free, then she immediately presses her mouth against mine, rougher this time. Her head turns one way, mine goes the other, and our tongues engage in an almost pornographic battle.
Lexi moans again and grinds down on my erection, and suddenly I can't even begin to imagine why we would have tried to keep things slow. My hand on her back slides down, over her ass, where I squeeze it as she continues to rotate her hips, and that only makes me want more. I drop my hand lower, run my fingers over the seam of her ass, which I can feel in exquisite detail given the thin material of her leggings, and then I press hard against the back of her pussy.
It's like I just pulled a fucking trigger the minute my fingers grind into her warmth, and Lexi groans so deeply into my mouth with such yearning that I start to kiss her harder. Our teeth clash as our mouths battle, trying to devour each other. Lexi pulls one hand away from my neck and wedges it in between our bodies. She lifts to one side to make more room, and then her hand is on my dick, squeezing it in just the right way through the denim.
"Christ," I mutter into her mouth, and she starts a slow stroke against my aching shaft.
I shift my body, extend my shoulder, and get my fingers down deeper in between her legs. She's hot and slightly damp, and I try to push my fingers into her through the restrictive material of her leggings and panties.
I'm on the verge of losing control, and images of me ripping her clothes off and plunging into her start pulsing vividly in my imagination. I consider pulling my hand up, snaking it down the back of her leggings and panties so I can get my fingers into that wet warmth I know is begging for my touch.
"Roman," Lexi gasps as we both stroke and fondle and press against each other. Her voice is needful, so full of yearning that it causes an ache in my chest.
I want to fuck her so bad. Right here on my couch. Screw the rest of the foreplay, my cock wants inside of her right this very fucking moment, and I think I might go crazy from wanting it.
No...from needing it.
I absolutely fucking need it right now.
And with a burning realization that actually causes a twinge of fear to course through me, I think that I might need this more than I've needed anything else in my life.
That knowledge, knowing she has that kind of power over me, doesn't douse my feelings in the slightest. It's not even the source of my fear.
What is starting to make me slow my kiss and my hand between her legs is the epiphany that Lexi produces feelings in me that are foreign--in a good way--and because of that I might need to give a little deference for how this is going to go down.
"Lexi, wait a minute," I mumble into her mouth as I move my hand from between her legs and place it over her own hand that's stroking me. I halt her movement and it causes her head to rise up so she stares down at me with hazy eyes.
"What's wrong?" she rasps out.
"We should probably slow down...take things a bit slower," I say thickly, my body threatening to rebel as my brain tries to take control.
"Why?" she murmurs, her eyes dropping to my lips before rising back up to meet mine. "I want this. Don't you?"
"Fuck, yes, I want it," I growl at her, my fingers involuntarily squeezing against her hand, making her squeeze my cock. "But...it's moving fast. I don't want there to be regrets."
"Why would there be regrets?" she asks, her eyes clearing up a bit because of the serious nature of the conversation.
"There wouldn't...not on my part at least," I try to explain to her. "But...listen, I like you. I think you like me too. This is just different, and I'm not in a major rush for us to fuck. We can slow it down, continue to get to know each other."
She stares at me a moment before she murmurs, "But I'm ready."
"Are you?" I ask her bluntly. "You give me your body, that's a big deal. For both of us."
Damn...I've never said that to a woman before. Never cared if it went too fast, and never once did I worry if a woman would have regrets, mainly because I'd most likely never see her again.
But Lexi's different.
So damn different in all the right ways, and I just didn't realize women like her existed.
"Roman," she says gently, her face lowering a little so she can peer at me. "You defended me once. Do you remember?"
I nod my head.
"And I asked you why, when you hardly knew me. But it turns out, you did know me. You knew me well, because you said I'm a woman who plays a ukulele in a coffee shop for tips, and you've never seen anyone happier in their existence."
"I did say that," I agree softly.
"And that right there...it gave me great insight into the type of man you are too," she continues. "There's something between us...you know it. It's different. It's mysterious. But it's real and we're both ready."
Christ, this woman, lobbing common sense and mysticism at me all at once, but in my heart of hearts I know she's right.
"You're sure?" I ask her, giving her one last chance to slow down this barreling train we're on.
Lexi grins at me, reminding me that there will always be some type of levity between us. "Well, after that meal you made me tonight, I told you there was a good chance you were getting laid."
I laugh, raise my h
ead, and give her a swift kiss. When my lips release hers, I say, "Okay. Let's go to my room. We need a bed for what I plan on doing to you."
Chapter 16
Lexi
Roman leads me from the living room, down a short hall to the right of the front door and to the master bedroom. He admitted to me over dinner that when he bought this house he offered a significant amount over the asking price to include all of the existing furniture and decor. The sellers hopped all over that and Roman got a very nice, fully decorated and furnished house. I suspect he really was keen on doing that because the decor is more on the masculine, or at least gender-neutral, side.
His bedroom walls are done in a rich chocolate color with palm tree prints on the walls. His bed is a massive sleigh design that sits high up off the floor and has a matching dresser on one wall and an entertainment unit on the other that holds a spectacularly huge TV. The floors are a dark hardwood and the rug underneath has a gold and brown striped design, while his comforter is in a rich, deep red with matching shams. The only thing that gives the room away as potentially belonging to a bachelor is the fact his bed is unmade, and I get a little tingle of anticipation as I see the golden colored sheets appear to be satin.