“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, one arm sliding around her waist for more support while the other went to work.He slid a finger inside her, and her muscles welcomed the invasion.He added a second.“The feel of you.The taste.The sounds you make.”
“Yes… Oh God.Yes.”That thing he did with his fingers.She moved away from his hand as though to escape the intensity of the sensations, but he wasn’t letting her go.Her dressed inched up, until her butt cheeks pressed on the cold mirror.Heat in front, cold glass in the back, her senses couldn’t take it.“Now, Lex.”
“Say, please,” he teased.
She refused to play his mind games.He wanted this as much as she did.Gripping his head, she kissed him and rocked against his hand.She was so close.
His fingers slid out of her, making her want to scream.How could he leave her hanging like that?She bit his lower lip in retaliation.He groaned and kissed her hard, until she tasted his blood.She soothed the cut on his lip with her tongue, but he wasn’t ready to play nice.
He gripped his erection and rubbed the velvet tip around her labia, deliberately delaying their joining.Maybe teaching her a lesson.Patience had never been one of her virtues, especially when she wanted something.Needed to be whole again.
“Please,” she begged, not caring anymore.He had her.
“Look at me,” he growled.
Their eyes locked.He lifted her higher, positioning her so her legs were over his arms and his grip was firm on her butt cheeks.Not breaking eye contact, he entered her slowly.Her body crumbled as an orgasm rippled through her.
He went still until the wave passed.
“I love it when you do that,” he whispered.
“I don’t do it,” she gasped as he slowly withdrew and sunk into her.“My body does.Only with you.”She wasn’t coherent, and the sensations pulsing through her made hearing impossible because he mumbled something and she didn’t catch it.
Her precarious position made it impossible for her to move freely, putting her completely at his mercy.Physically.Emotionally.Mentally.He didn’t change his tempo, and his eyes didn’t waver from hers.
This was different.Usually they were like a rollercoaster, building momentum at a crazy pace, then hurtling into space, hearts pounding, lips locked, and hands everywhere.This…
Oh my.It was sensual.A dance of love.The gentleness in his eyes that said he was there for her.That it was okay to let go and trust him.That he would be there to cushion her fall when her world exploded.This was making love.That he was doing this to her in an elevator was so typical of him.He was always doing the unexpected.Throwing her off balance.
She felt exposed and vulnerable, yet she loved it.Loved seeing his every expression as he slid in and out of her.The sensations were overwhelming.The pleasure built up, slowly, yet it consumed every cell in her body.Her lungs burned.Her heart swelled.She knew she was never going to recover from this.Knew and welcomed it.
When she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he took it to another level, rolling his hips, letting her see his pleasure, the vulnerability in his eyes.They said he needed her.It didn’t matter whether it was just for the moment.She felt it.Saw it.Her eyes welled, and with it came the need to hide.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he begged as he continued the slow, sensual torture.He was relentless.He gave her everything she’d ever wanted.
Tears raced down Jillian’s face as her world exploded.He groaned her name and joined her.They stayed locked in each other arms, their breathing heavy, mirrors foggy from their heat, hearts beating in perfect unison.
CHAPTER 16
Jillian was still trying to find her balance when Lex pulled up outside Noelle Lingerie, a store a few blocks from the Beverly Center.The shops on the street were still closed.
“You do know we have to wait for an hour,” Jillian said.She’d shopped on this street often enough to know the stores opened at noon on a Sunday.
Lex chuckled.“Before and after hours are the best times to shop.”
He jumped out of the car and came around to open the door for her.As though she’d just been waiting for them, a tall, skinny brunette with an asymmetrical hair-do opened the main entrance and waved.
“Good morning, Mr.Fitzgerald, Ms.Finnegan,” she said.Her focus stayed on Jillian.“It’s nice to finally meet you.I hope you’re feeling better today.”
How the heck did she know her name?Tabloids of course.Jillian cringed, then the rest of the woman’s words registered.
“Yes, I am.”She glanced at Lex.Had he been forced to tell people she was ill?
“Mona was supposed to bring samples to the house, but I canceled the session because you were otherwise occupied,” he explained, then smiled at the woman.“Thanks for coming in early today, Mona.”
Occupiedmust be the new self-pity fest.Before Jillian could process the idea of the woman coming to the house, Lex ushered her into the store.Preferential treatment must come with living in his world.
She soaked in the ambience and tried to act like she shopped there all the time.Sure, she could splurge with the best of them when it came to sexy lingerie, but there was no way she’d spend a thousand dollars on a Noelle chemise and bikini set.Their lines were sexy and feminine, silk with delicate Chantilly lace and handmade embroideries.Rumor had it that the silk came from an indigenous worm on an island in the West Indies and the local tribe only traded with the Noelle family.
