Buzzz
His phone hummed from his pants on the floor.
“Shite,” he muttered, pulling away from me. I sucked in as he slipped out of me, instantly wanting him back, filling me with pleasure. Warmth. Him. Twisting around against the vanity, I watched his naked body stroll to his clothes on the floor, swiping up his trousers, pulling out his mobile.
“Lennox here.” He put the phone to his ear, his gaze returning to me, his eyes exploring and roaming over my curves. “Sorry, mate. My com must not be working.”
Lie.
“Yeah. I saw her go into the bathroom a bit ago. Just outside waiting for her.”
Another lie.
My stomach rolled into a ball, the first inkling of reality crashing down on me. Guilt. Lies meant the truth was wrong. The truth would hurt people.
Technically I had broken up with Theo, but being here tonight didn’t feel like it, nor was it still right. But when it came to Lennox, right and wrong didn’t seem to matter.
Snatching up the torturous dress, I started to put it back on.
“Sure. Yeah. Tell Heidi, Kelly, and Chloe to calm down. I got her. Okay. Yeah. Bye.” Lennox hung up, his head dropping, his hands going to his hips, taking a huge staggering breath.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. The comfort he had being naked, standing there, feet wide, me still coating him, only made me want to touch him again, explore every inch of his physique.
No. I mentally batted my hand away, taking in a breath, turning away from him.
“Spencer.”
“Don’t.” I hauled up the dress, covering my breasts. They still tingled, feeling his hands, his lips. Every bit of me could still feel him… and was asking for another serving. “We should forget this ever happened. It was a mistake.”
He was suddenly behind me. “Maybe.” His fingers traced the bare skin along my spine, my skin shivering with hunger. Sensually gliding down to my bare ass, his hand brushed over it as he tugged at the zipper, slowly fastening it back up, my breath catching. “But it did. And it was…” He shook his head, pinching his nose. “Shite, Spencer.”
“Yeah.” I nodded in agreement. Mind-blowing, incredible, intense, amazing—none of them seemed to adequately describe it.
I only had a handful of sexual partners, including the Prince, but none of them even remotely got close to what Lennox made me feel. The monster he woke up was already greedy and wanting more. To the point I was about to take off the dress again, consequences be dammed.
Obsessed. Crazed.
Even before knowing how it felt to have him deep in me, I was a fiend.
Now?
I was so screwed.
“You’re leaving.”
“And you’re with Theo.”
“I’m not.”
“What?” He jolted back.
“After you walked away this morning, I told him it was over.” My lashes lifted, peering at him in the mirror. His strong naked body stood behind me, my tulle dress blocking some of his frame. Fuck, he looked so hot.
“Then why…”
“It’s not easy to just break up with a prince. And tonight, at the King’s birthday, was not the time. I told him I’d come. Keep up the front for another night.”
“I don’t think Theo got the memo.”
“He’s only pretending.”
“No. He’s not. I saw him look at you. The way he looked at me.” Lennox dragged his hand down his face. “Fuck.”
“What?”
Not answering, he curved around, tugging on his briefs. “Shite,” he hissed. “I have a shirt with no buttons.”
I cringed. “Sorry.”
His heated gaze slid to me. “No, you’re not.”
“You’re right; I’m not.” I bit down on my finger, watching him bend over, pulling on his trousers.
Damn…
“Well, then you get no knickers.” He snatched up the fabric, stuffing them into his pocket, zipping up his pants. I knew it was wrong to get so turned on by the idea that I was bare under the dress, sensitive and sore from him, knowing he had my knickers tucked in his pocket. But I did.
He put his shirt back on, holding it together with his tux jacket buttoned up. I stepped up to him, taking the tie from him, and looped it around his neck. His eyes were heavy on me as I worked, desire sparking in the silence. The room smelled of sex, of us.
“What are we going to do?” I muttered, not able to look at him as I finished the bow.
“Nothing.”
My gaze darted to his.
“You were right. This shouldn’t have happened.” His words were blunt, but his tone still rumbled with craving, his eyes burning. His fingers glided over the wound on my cheek. “Nothing’s changed. My life is…complicated. I can’t be anything to you.”
“Then step away.” I stared up at him. Challenging. “Walk out of this room. Walk away from me.”
He didn’t move, his expression tightening, his shoulders rising.
“Leave.”
“I can’t.” His hand grasped the back of my neck, yanking me into him, his mouth seizing mine. Voraciously, he breathed me in, claiming my mouth.
The embers flared instantly, our kiss turning crazed. The desire was more insatiable than it was before. I now knew the way his mouth tasted, the way his body felt against mine, how he looked sliding in and out of me, the way he claimed every inch of me.
His hand went into my hair as mine went around his back, sliding over his ass. The need for him filled me, making me forget about the rest of the world. He walked me back into the wall, pressing into me. I groaned, feeling him growing hard against me.
Yes. More.
My hands moved to him, rubbing against the fabric of his pants.
“Dammit.” Lennox jerked back, bending over, taking gulps of air. “We can’t. We must go. They are waiting for you.”
My skin was splotchy, my nerves trembling with need. I leaned into the wall for support, my chest pumping up and down.
“Jesus,” he hissed, turning away from me, running his hands through his hair. “I knew you were going to ruin me.”
“Ruin you?” I sputtered, looking at myself in the mirror.
“I didn’t bite you anywhere they can see.”
I shot him a look, my cheeks heating at the memory, my thighs tightening with lust. I had been coiffed into picture perfection, and now I looked mussed and wild. No makeup artist in the world could disguise the flush on my cheeks and chest, the unsmoothed edges that had curled up. Straightening my dress, I ran my fingers through my hair, doing what I could.
“You’re really not with Theo?” He stared at me in the reflection.
Turning to him, I shook my head. “No.” I didn’t say anything more; the frankness of my expression, my gaze intently on him, told him why.
Lennox Easton had completely shattered me. There was no going back. Even if nothing more happened between Lennox and me, Theo meant too much for me to stay with him.
How will you save your family, Spencer? Are you willing to go to Lord William?
Lennox stared at me for one more moment, a wisp of despondency flicking over his features so fast, I might have imagined it.
He hooked his earpiece back on, tugging at his sleeves. Only if you were really close, or he stretched his arms out, would you notice his shirt underneath had no buttons.