Season 1—Seduction—Episode 11
His hand on her butt squeezed and he pressed her more firmly to 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 thundering.
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. She pulled his head to hers and said, “Kiss me, Lex,” a mere second before his mouth crashed over hers, their lips parted, and their tongues began an erotic dance that sent her pulse soaring and had her clit tingling.
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 deftly loosened her tie. Unfastened her shirt. Slipped his hand behind the material and cupped her breast again. Caressing a bit roughly, with just the right amount of pressure, his thumb brushing over her pebbled nipple through the lacy material covering it.
Lily wanted to tug his polo off and feel every rigid muscle beneath her fingertips. Lex seemed to be as caught up in the heat and the lust as she was. His hand shifted from her breast, gathered a fistful of her skirt and pulled the material up to her hip. Then his fingers glided beyond the band of her tights and thong and whisked over her slick folds.
Christ, he’d made her wet in a heartbeat.
He rubbed the dewy flesh while staring 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.
She gripped his bulging biceps as a sexy shudder ran through her. He resumed the seductive kisses that drove her wild as he so expertly commanded her passion.
He eased a finger inside her.
“Fuck,” he whispered against her lips. “Lily, you are damn tight.”
He worked in a second finger and stroked her, slowly, sensually.
“Oh, God, Lex,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”
He picked up the pace, the heel of his hand rubbing her clit enticingly.
“Lex,” she mumbled, her mind clouding with a passion-induced haze. It had been forever and a day since she’d experienced this sort of bliss. Intensified by Lex’s head dipping and his mouth skimming along her throat, his teeth nipping her sensitive skin.
Her head fell back as he pumped steadily into her and the pressure built in her core, the sensations multiplying.
“Come for me,” he quietly demanded, his warm breath light and feathery on her neck.
Lily was so close. But it was such a fantastic feeling to be crushed against his hunky body, his fingers more assertively stroking her inner walls, that she just wanted to hold on to the moment a while longer.
But Lex was murmuring sexy words, his lips were teasing her flesh, and she was quickly racing toward a release she desperately needed. And hadn’t fully known it until she’d met Lexington Alexander and Jackson Sterling.
Lex said, “I love these breathy little noises you make. Jesus, I am so fucking hard for you, Lily.”
That was as much as she could take. Everything blazing inside her erupted.
“Lex!” she cried out as the climax consumed her. “Oh, God!”
She clutched at him, her nails digging into his flexed sinew as the fire seared her insides. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, released, then clenched again as she rode out her orgasm, prolonging it as much as she desperately could, savoring every single second of Lex pleasuring her.
“Lily . . . Damn it,” he said on a half-growl. “You’re even more beautiful when you’re lost in passion.”
He stared down at her for endless moments while she tried to pull in a decent breath.
Then he scowled.
Lily’s heart instantly sank.
“What?” she asked with a tinge of paranoia and the hint of Oh, my God, did I just make a horrific mistake by letting him in my panties?
“I’m going to be late.” He withdrew from her and took a step back. “Fuck.” He jerked the hem of his polo from the waist of his pants and whipped it off.
Lily’s heart changed direction and leapt into her throat.
She’d been right about Lex all along. He truly was as perfectly sculpted as Jax. Wide shoulders, solid chest, ripped abs, tapered obliques. All that tanned skin and rigid muscles made her mouth water.
His jaw tightened briefly. Then he said, “You keep looking at me like you want to lick me from head to toe, Lily, and I’m not going to make it to the Junior League cocktail reception at the yacht club. Not that I’d mind, except that they’re honoring me and Jax for the million-dollar donation we recently pledged to help the homeless in some of the nearby inland communities.”
Okay, she could hardly blame him for getting her off—and then getting the hell out. It was a valid excuse. And one she’d already known about, since she memorized his calendar daily.
“Here, let me help you,” she insisted.
She moved her clothing back into place as he continued stripping down. The irony did not escape her. But duty called.
She selected a sky-blue dress shirt she knew would accentuate his eyes. As he slipped into it and a pair of black suit pants and shoes, Lily chose platinum cuff links with Lex’s initials monogrammed on the cubes and set them on the waist-high marble-topped dresser. As he buttoned up and stuffed the tails into his pants, she picked out a silk tie and a different belt than the one he’d previously worn.
Handing over the latter, she said, “The silver buckle stands out more and will go nicely with the cuff links.”
He worked the belt while she wound the tie around his neck. He reached for the cuff links behind her. His strong arms were around her as he clasped the links into place and she knotted his tie. She was practically plastered to him again.
Every rock-hard inch of him. Including the erection that taunted her.
Lily could barely breathe. Yet she forced herself to move away when they were both done and retrieve his jacket. She stepped around him and assisted him into the garment.
Lex said, “I’m used to women undressing me, not GQ’ing me up.”
The image of him shirtless flitted through her mind. Hell, who was she kidding? It was now officially ingrained there.
“Given the circumstances, you’ll have to settle for this,” she said, hearing the regret in her voice.
He glanced at her over one very broad shoulder. “Not complaining that it’s you in my dressing room, sweetheart. But given that it is you in my dressing room . . . I’d prefer it if you were trying to get me naked.”
Heat flashed through her. “Behave,” she said, a bit too breathless for him not to notice.
His cocky grin returned. “I don’t think that’s what you want at all, Lily.”
She swept her hands over his shoulders and down his arms to straighten the jacket and alleviate any wrinkles, of which there were none. She’d ensured that when a batch of suits had been delivered from the cleaner’s this morning and she’d inspected them before hanging them.
She moved around to the front of Lex again and slipped the buttons into their holes, willing her pulse to level out and her fingers to keep from trembling.
Christ, her entire body was about to turn into a quivering mess, she wanted him inside her that badly.
When she lifted her gaze to meet his, the tense expression on his face told her he was all too aware of how he affected her.
But he had somewhere to be . . .
“You’re going to be late, remember?” she asked in a tone that was sultry even to her own ears.
“It’d be worth it.”
“It’s the Junior League. You don’t snub them—especially when they’re trying to help the homeless.”
He groaned. “Right. You just . . . Distract me. Beyond all belief.” His gaze dropped to her mouth once more, then he seemed to realize that if he leaned in for even the lightest of kisses, they’d be going at it hot and heavy within seconds, to hell with the cocktail reception.
Lily dragged her fingertip along the corners of his mouth to rid him of the faint sheen from her neutral-colored lip gloss.
Then urged, “Go.” Because she was this close to caving herself.
His teeth ground for a moment. But he shifted into the appropriate gear. “Tell Jax to meet me downstairs in five minutes.”
“Of course.” She headed to the door.
Lex called out before she left. “Lily.”
She spun around to face him. “Yes?”
“Much as I’m an instant fan of your tempting mouth, your lips aren’t all I want to taste.”
Butterflies rioted in her stomach. Yet somehow, she managed to say, “Don’t forget your phone.” It was lying on the marble top.
She turned on her heels again and rushed out.
Knowing there was extra sway to her hips.
She hurried down the hall to Jax’s suite. Drew up short at the opened double-door entrance and knocked on one panel as she announced her presence.
Jax stuck his head around the corner of the bathroom. “Christ, Lily, you don’t have to knock. Just come in.”
She hesitated, recalling the last time he’d come around that very corner in nothing but a towel.
And after her up-close-and-personal encounter with Lex in his dressing room, she was feeling a little low on willpower and the ability to keep her hands to herself . . .