His mouth grazes mine.
I can’t breathe.
His eyelids flutter in the beat before our lips press together. My mouth widens while his lingers on my bottom lip, hovering, our breaths staggered and shallow. A whimper escapes me, a little squeak, and the sound seems to do something to him.
Lex cups one hand around the back of my head, inhales what sounds like a stifled moan, then fully slams his lips to mine.
His tongue dives into my mouth.
My legs buckle underneath me, and he wraps his arm around my back, holding me up, tugging me closer. I drag my hands up his neck until they’re fisting handfuls of his hair, my tongue lashing against his, filling his mouth. Hot, wet, euphoric, a tangle of need and moans and fireworks. His hand moves to bracket my throat while the other keeps me from toppling backward, and he angles my face, tasting me deeper.
Our tongues turn dirty and desperate, years’ worth of feeling culminating in a ferocity that has my nails digging into his scalp and my leg lifting, an inherent need for friction.
I feel his tongue leave slashes along the roof of my mouth.
Wetness pools inside my underwear.
Lex groans, the sound sending vibrations all the way down to my toes.
When he breaks away for a breath, his teeth snag my bottom lip with a quick tug. His eyes are half-lidded and glazed over, pupils dilated to ink blots. Then he leans back in and trails his mouth along my jawline, his breathing choppy.
Another whimper slips out when he nicks my jaw with his teeth, his grip tightening in my hair. “Are the cameras still on us?” I croak out, craning my neck to the side.
“Think so.” He kisses a pathway down my neck, his tongue drawing fiery lines along the skin of my throat.
I hold back a filthy moan, sagging in his arms. “You’re really selling this.”
Lex grips my ass and tugs me forward until a steel rod gouges my abdomen.
He’s fully hard.
Holy shit.
He’sreallyselling this.
Another flashbulb goes off, and this one I notice, glancing to my right with my mouth hanging open, my cheeks stained cherry-red, and my hair in disarray.
It’s just us.
Us, along with the entire world watching.
My leg drops back down to the floor as Lex slowly inches me upright, and I collapse against his chest, still pulling in hard-won breaths. His forehead falls to the top of my head, his grip on me slackening. We remain draped against each other for a few more beats before he untangles our limbs and takes a step back.
His lips are puffy, kissed raw. Flush brightens his cheeks, and his hair is a mess, sticking up in every direction. The silken purple tie is crooked, dress shirt half untucked from his waistband.
Lex scrubs a hand over his face, swiping it across his mouth. “I’ll…uh…be right back.”
I watch as he disappears into the men’s bathroom behind me.
The door clicks shut.
And I am in shambles.
***
Ten minutes later, we’re back in the limo, having removed ourselves from the party early.
Lex slides into the back seat next to me, and I have no idea what to do. I don’t know if that was real or all for show.
