I did my best not to laugh like a happy maniac on our way to Alex’s hotel. When I’d first heard about the reunion, I’d thought he might come back and maybe we’d chat about old times. I believed, at most, I’d get a peck on the cheek. I never dreamed I’d end up alone with him in his hotel room.
I’d certainly never believed I’d be able to sleep with him. Talk about all my dreams coming true.
I licked my lips in anticipation of my eyes feasting on the muscles I was sure were being covered by his suit jacket.
Crap. If he had to go somewhere for protection, he might not be in the mood by the time he got back. With the aid of the alcohol haze still in my mind, I found the bravery to be blunt.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurted out as we arrived at the door to his hotel room. “Just thought you should know. In case, well, you know.”
My cheeks burned as I suddenly realized I was assuming way too much. I wasn’t sure Alex wanted to sleep with me, and there I was, assuming I was such a hot thing that of course my old crush wanted to sleep with me. That said, I’d gone to the trouble to buy this sexy as hell dress for him.
Delusion or hope? Didn’t know. Didn’t care. All I cared about was how he might respond.
I watched him, breathless, waiting for his reaction. His next words could destroy me or send me to heaven.
“Good,” Alex said, pressing his keycard against the lock. It opened with a click. “That means I don’t have to go buy anything.” He grinned, opened the door, and then motioned for me to enter.
I stepped inside, suddenly nervous. I took a few deep breaths. Alex had left Livingston and gone to college. Who knew how many women he’d slept with? He might be some sort of sexual master now. I wasn’t a virgin, but it wasn’t like my dating pool was huge in Livingston.
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding. It was finally going to happen.
His gray eyes stared into me as if piercing my very soul. I liked this new Alex with his piercings and the tattoos. I’d only seen the barest hints peeking out from under his shirt.
This new Alex was rawer than the boy I remembered. He was a man now. More real.
“Do you want this, Aspyn?” he said, his voice almost a growl. “Do you want me?”
“God, yes. I’ve wanted you for over 10 years.”
Our mouths crashed together. His eager tongue parted my lips and invaded my mouth. I threw my hands around his neck as our tongues swirled and twined inside my mouth.
My breasts rubbed against his chest, the layers of clothing between us keeping me from feeling his chest skin to skin.
His hands dropped to my ass and squeezed. I moaned into his mouth. I dropped a hand to his ass to squeeze. Wow. It was definitely a nice, firm ass.
Our tongues continued their dance, and Alex moved forward, pushing me toward his bed. I didn’t resist. Soon, my legs hit the bed, and I let him guide me down. He knelt beside me, staring down at me with lust burning in his eyes.
His mouth still on mine, his hand slid underneath the front of my dress to squeeze my breast. I sucked in a breath and let out a moan. He kneaded my mound for a few moments before slipping his hand out and pulling away from me.
I was about to complain when I saw him pull off his jacket and toss it to the floor. His tie followed. It took far too long for him to unbutton his shirt and remove that.
At this point, my brain kicked back on, and I kicked off my heels before hopping to my feet to pull off my dress. In what was probably record time, we both stood next to the bed naked.
I licked my lips and took a moment to appreciate the art all over his body. Colorful tribal bands on one arm, a dragon on the other. The designs extended from his arms to the center of his chest.
Alex ripped the blanket off the bed and tossed it to the ground.
My center pulsed with warmth. I’d already had his mouth on mine and his hands on me, and I needed more. Ached for more.
I drank in the sight of his toned body. It was just like in high school, like a lithe, muscular statue, firm muscles all over. In school, it’d been from swimming, but now I suspected it was from working construction.
His gaze roamed my body, the hunger there making me even wetter. Alex Kline wanted me, wanted my body, and I wanted to give it to him just as badly.
Alex stalked over to me and pushed me gently down on the bed.
“Scoot up more,” he said, his voice commanding.
I crawled up a bit more.