Lexie’s chest tightened at how vulnerable he sounded just then. “What are you going to do about it?” she asked quietly.
He shrugged. “I haven’t figured it out yet. Probably nothing. I’m thinking this is just a phase I’m going through, and soon I’ll go back to feeling like king of the fucking world.”
Lexie wasn’t sure what to say to that. Before she could get her thoughts together, he turned to her, a massive smile on his face, and said, “Let’s go for a swim.”
She blinked in surprise at the abrupt change of topic. “It’ll be cold, and I don’t have a swimsuit on me.”
“Who needs a swimsuit,” he said, and standing up, he unbuttoned and dropped his jeans, leaving him in only a tight pair of black boxer briefs. Lexie couldn’t stop her gaze drinking him in. Good God, it should be illegal for a man to be as sexy as Connor.
He held out his hand to her and gave the kind of smile that just dared her to throw caution to the wind. Laughing, she grabbed it and he pulled her to her feet.
“Do you need me to help you out of your clothes?” he asked with a devilish smile.
“I’ve got it.”
She started unbuttoning her sundress, extremely aware of his eyes on her fingers as the material parted over her breasts. She was wearing a bra, but still, it was impossible not to notice the hard peaks of her nipples jutting through the thin material. She quickly finished shimmying out of the dress.
Connor made an inarticulate noise, and she met his gaze, noting his expression was almost pained. Dropping her eyes, she saw the very prominent evidence of his reaction to her innocent striptease.
“Sorry, can’t be helped,” he smirked, before grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the water.
Reaching the shoreline, he dropped her hand, then ran and dove into the dark blue depths. Lexie watched in appreciation as he surfaced a few seconds later, flicking his wet hair out of his eyes and then turning to her and smiling in invitation.
Even though her toes felt cold where the small waves lapped at her feet, there was no way Lexie could resist that smile. He seemed so happy and carefree, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off him, and she wanted to bask in his undivided attention.
With a slightly embarrassing girly squeal, she splashed through the waves and launched herself into the water, surfacing next to him. He was laughing at her when she did, so she splashed him in the face with her hand. Seeing the promise of retribution in his expression, she turned to swim away, only getting a few strokes in before his warm hand closed around her ankle and he dragged her back toward him.
Running his other hand up her leg, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up against him. The contrast of the hard heat of him against her breasts and stomach and the cool water everywhere else had her skin overstimulated. When he dropped his head down and pressed his mouth against hers, she didn’t hesitate to open to him. It would end up hurting her, but there was no conceivable way she could say no to this.
Lexie ran her hands up his arms and linked them around the back of his neck to give herself more leverage to press against him. Both of them were breathing unevenly when he pulled away. He slid his hands down to the back of her thighs and lifted her up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, voice rough.
When she did, he was already hard and ready for her. She rubbed against him, and he groaned and dropped his forehead down, pressing it to hers. “Fuck, Lexie. Please tell me you’ve decided. I can’t take much more of this.” The restrained need in his voice had her body vibrating.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He lifted his head and studied her eyes. “Say it again,” he demanded.
She licked suddenly dry lips and said, louder this time, “I’m saying yes.”
In the next second his mouth was on hers, and he was kissing her deeply as he pulled her harder against him. He shifted his grip, and the fingers of his right hand slid underneath the bottom of her panties, moving over her skin to where she was crying out for him to touch her.
Just before he got there, a piercing whistle sounded. Lexie jumped and Connor pulled his hand away. Looking at the beach, Lexie couldn’t believe it when she saw a couple walking down the path, a Labrador running backward and forward on the sand in front of them.
Connor cursed. “Worst timing ever,” he groaned.
Lexie dropped her forehead against his chest, letting out a shuddering breath. Turning her head toward the beach, she saw the couple lay down towels, before walking down the sand and throwing a ball for the eager dog. “It looks like they’re planning to stay for a while. You should probably let me down.”
Reluctantly he let her slide down his body, giving her an excruciating vision of what might have happened if they hadn’t been interrupted.
They walked out of the water, Connor leading her by the hand. He scrubbed his other hand over his face. “It’s getting late anyway. We should probably dry off, then head back. The others won’t appreciate it if I miss soundcheck.”
Tugging her toward him, he crushed his mouth against hers again, his tongue thrusting between her lips, filling her with the dark, masculine taste of him. The slow, deep kiss was so intoxicating and full of promise she lost her breath.
Finally, he pulled away saying, “We’ll pick this back up tonight, after the show.”
She nodded shakily, and he tugged her down onto the sand so they could dry off since they hadn’t thought to bring any towels with them. The sun was hot as it approached midday, so they sat close enough for their arms and legs to touch and watched the Labrador chase a ball around the beach. When they’d dried enough, Connor passed her sundress to her and pulled on his jeans, leaving his shirt off.
While she got dressed, he picked up his guitar, walked down toward the water, and stood looking out at the ocean, the instrument slung casually over his shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight, and she grabbed her camera, uncapped the lens, and snapped a couple of photos. Those ones would be just for her; to help her get through the pain when they went their separate ways.
She blinked back tears. They hadn’t even started, and she was already sad about it ending.
Still, when he turned and walked back toward her, a relaxed smile on his gorgeous face, Lexie knew she was all in. At least for the next five weeks.
Chapter 30
Lexie could barely concentrate during the concert; the anticipation for the night ahead had her completely worked up. Wherever she was shooting, either in the crowd or backstage, her eyes were drawn to Connor. Her camera was full of photos of him because she couldn’t think of anything else.
As he prowled around the stage in black jeans and a tight white V-neck t-shirt that emphasized his muscular arms and chest, her eyes tracked his movements. Her breath became erratic as she imagined having all night with him, to touch and taste as much as she wanted.
When she was in the pit in front of the stage, her camera focused on him, he stalked toward her and stared straight into the lens as he sang. After snapping a couple of photos, she had to drop the camera from her face to stare up at him, mesmerized, as he shot her a smile so seductive, her whole body tightened in response. God, she was so on edge she was going to explode the moment he touched her.
When the band finished their last set, Lexie quickly headed backstage. She found the guys huddled together, catching their breath and rehydrating after their intense performance.
As she walked up, trying to appear casual and not like she was about to jump out of her skin, Noah reached out and hooked an arm around her shoulders, hauling her into his sweaty side.
She glanced over at Connor and gave him a slight smile when she saw that he’d tensed at Noah’s display of affection. He released a breath and seemed to shake it off, giving her a sexy smile that had her pulse skyrocketing.
She wished they could skip the after-party, but there was no way for them both to miss making an appearance without arousing suspicion. Hopefully, it would be a short one toni
ght, because Lexie didn’t think she would survive the sexual tension for much longer. The way Connor was watching her, all stormy-eyed intensity, made her think she wasn’t the only one being driven crazy by the wait.
Lexie was a nervous wreck during the party, so much so she had to stop pretending there was any chance she’d take a decent photo. In fact, by the time the party wrapped up and they were preparing to head back to the hotel, she was starting to have second thoughts. Was she actually going to do this? Have Connor come to her room intending to sleep with him again?
Sitting next to him in the limo on the way back, his denim-clad leg pressed against hers, she fiddled with her camera, popping the lens cap on and off until he put his hand on hers and gave it a quick reassuring squeeze. Glancing up at him, she noticed his dilated pupils and the tic in his tense jaw. Knowing he was feeling the anticipation just as much as she was calmed her down. Thinking she was all tied up in knots while he was completely unfazed had made her slightly queasy.
The elevator ride up to their floor seemed to last forever. At least no one seemed to have noticed that Lexie and Connor were equally tense and silent.
Zac and Tex both had their rooms further down the hall than Lexie, so she had to make a show of saying good night to everyone and going into her room. Rushing to the bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror, noting how wide her eyes were and the slight flush that highlighted her cheekbones. She took a quick shower, then changed into some lacy lingerie and slipped back into her dress. She then paced nervously until she heard a soft knock.
Her heart was in her mouth when she unlatched the door and swung it open. Connor was standing there, looking deceptively casual in his jeans and t-shirt, but her mouth went dry at the sight of all the coiled energy contained in his large frame. Smoothing her hands nervously over the skirt of her dress, she stepped back in invitation.
He walked in, his hand brushing hers as he passed. Lexie closed the door and turned, but before she could take a breath, he was on her. He crowded her against the wall, his large body pinning her, his hands cupping her face as he crashed his lips against hers.
Gasping, she arched up, parting her lips and moaning as his tongue thrust into her mouth. Her nipples hardened, and she clutched his shirt, trying to get closer to him, all nerves forgotten in the surge of lust that rocketed through her.
Pulling away, Connor lowered his forehead against hers, his breathing harsh. She could feel his already hard length against her stomach, and she couldn’t stop herself rubbing against him.
He groaned. “Lexie, you’re killing me. I haven’t been able to think of anything today but this moment, when I get to have you again. I want to take my time with you tonight, but you’re not making it easy for me.”
“We’ve got all night.” The huskiness of her own voice shocked her.
He raised his head, and his lips curled up. “Yes, we do. And I don’t want to waste a second.”
Without giving her a chance to react, Connor’s mouth was hard on hers again, urging her to open for him. He kept one hand cupped around the back of her head, holding her to him, while his other hand slid slowly down her neck, across her collarbone to the row of buttons that ran down the front of her dress.
He flicked the first one open, his fingers brushing the now-exposed upper curve of her breast, causing her skin to erupt in goosebumps. As he flicked the second button open, the dress gaped further, revealing the sheer lace of her bra.
Connor broke the kiss and looked down.
Lexie followed his gaze, seeing his long fingers undo the third button, revealing her lace-covered breasts completely. Her nipples jutted out, and they both watched as his fingers tugged the cups of her bra down, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Lexie’s breath was rasping in and out of her now, the anticipation of his touch a sweet ache that made her breasts feel heavy and swollen.
After what seemed like forever, he finally cupped her breast, his thumb stroking over her hard nipple, the roughness of his skin rasping exquisitely over the sensitive peak. Lexie couldn’t watch anymore; she threw her head back, feeling like she couldn’t get enough air.
When he dropped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, she thought she might come then and there. The heat and suction was like a direct line to between her thighs, and she grew slick with need. When his teeth grazed her, she moaned low in her throat, a sound she barely recognized as having come from her.
He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. By now she was squirming against him, desperate for him to ease the ache between her legs. “Connor, please,” she panted.
Lexie felt his lips curve up as he smiled against her skin, but then he lifted his head and took her mouth again in a deep, drugging kiss. As he did, he ran his hand along the curve of her waist and down her thigh until he got to the hem of her dress, then stroked up along the soft skin of her inner thigh until he reached her panties. Slipping his fingers underneath, he brushed his knuckle along her center.
“So wet,” he groaned.
She couldn’t even feel embarrassed, his voice was so strained with desire.
Connor pulled his hand out and gathered up her skirt, lifting it to her hips and dropping to his knees so his face was in front of the scrap of lace between her legs.
“Beautiful,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to the sheer fabric directly over her clit. Lexie whimpered, and he must have taken pity on her because he hooked the fingers of one hand into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs, helping her step out of them before tossing them to the side.
Now she was fully exposed to his gaze, and she didn’t think she’d ever been so close to coming without having even been properly touched. The feel of his breath fanning against the heat of her core had her shifting restlessly, but he held her hips still with his hands. Just as she thought she would have to beg, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her oversensitive skin, before stroking it against her clit. All of Lexie’s nerve endings lit up, and she clenched her eyes shut, letting her head drop back against the wall behind her.
Alternating between long, slow licks and rapid flicks of his tongue, Connor teased her until she was almost delirious with the pleasure building inside her. Bracing her palms against the wall, Lexie forced her eyes open and looked down. The sight of his dark head between her legs, the skirt of her dress hiked up to her hips, and her breasts overflowing from the front of her dress was one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen.
When he slid two fingers inside her, stroking in and out, then curling them in just the right spot, the tension radiating from her center overwhelmed her. Lexie clutched at his hair as she ground herself against his mouth, gasping and shuddering as she came.
When her body finally stopped quivering with aftershocks, Connor pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then stood back up. The pupils of his eyes were so dilated, only a thin ring of green was visible around the black. Brushing his lips against hers he murmured, “You taste so fucking good, I think I could do that all night long.”
Still coming down from her intense orgasm, Lexie shivered and then pushed up on her tiptoes so she could whisper in his ear, “But I want to taste you too.”
“Fuck, Lexie,” Connor growled.
He lifted her, hands under her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his hips as he made his way toward the bedroom, lips fused with hers.
Chapter 31
Connor didn’t think he’d seen anything sexier than Lexie as she sat on the bed looking up at him with those big gray eyes; her hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and breasts still on display where he’d pulled the cups of her bra down.
He was excruciatingly hard, but he wanted to give himself a moment so he could savor the anticipation of having her mouth on him. So instead of stripping, he dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her again. The soft little sounds Lexie made and the way her arms curled around his neck, fingers threading through his hair, drove him crazy. Then her hands dropped to
the hem of his shirt and she pulled it up, trying to drag it over his head, and he was forced to stop kissing her so she could.
Once his shirt was off, she leaned back to take him in, her eyes seeming to stroke over every inch of his bare chest. She reached out and ran her fingers lightly across his tattoo, from his shoulder to his heart, then leaned forward and pressed her lips where her fingers had just been, her tongue darting out to taste him.
Connor groaned, his head dropping forward and his hand cupping the back of her head, cradling her against him as she teased. Lexie’s hands smoothed down his abdomen and over the waistband of his jeans, then rubbed lightly over his cock. He hissed between his teeth at the feel of her hand on him, even through the denim, and he couldn’t stop his hips jerking forward to try to increase the contact.
“Lexie,” he said, his voice pitched so low he didn’t know if it was a warning or a plea. She angled her head back to look him in the eye, a slight smile tipping the corners of her mouth, though her eyes were dark with arousal. Standing up, he took a step back from her. The smile dropped from her lips as her eyes drifted to where his hands were undoing his jeans.
Connor stripped quickly and then had to give himself a couple of quick strokes to get some relief after seeing the expression on Lexie’s face as she took all of him in. He stepped forward again, stopping just in front of her, and then reached for her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, while his other hand still gripped his cock.
She moaned at the feel of his fingers on her, then leaned forward, placed her hand over his where he held himself, and wrapped her lips around him. Connor made a feral sound at the back of his throat as Lexie took him into the wet heat of her mouth, then slid her lips down as far as she could. He fisted both hands in her hair but just managed to hold back from trying to control her movements.
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