“Do you want this?” He growls, tilting his hips against my hand.
“Y-yes,” I stutter. “But here?”
“Bedroom.” He pulls away, nodding toward the staircase. “It’s next to Grier’s room, though. We’ll have to be quiet.”
“Our parents never caught us back in the day, right?” I remind him. “I think I have plenty of practice in keeping quiet.”
He chuckles, running one hand along the scruff on his cheek. “Yeah? Well, I’m going to try to make it as hard on you as I can.”
Dropping one last kiss on my neck, he pulls me up from the couch and straight upstairs to his bedroom. Despite all the time I’ve spent in this house the past few weeks, this is my first time in Lex’s room.
But now is no time to look around. My eyes are fixed on the man in front of me, who’s peeling off his shirt and backing me against his bed. No sooner have I sat down on the edge than Lex sinks to his knees, freeing me of my shorts and panties in one swift motion.
“Please,” I beg, my voice a harsh whisper as he plants infuriating kisses along my inner thighs.
“Hmm?” His calm blue eyes gaze up at me, content to watch me lose my mind each time his lips brush against my skin. “You want something?”
“You,” I say on a sigh. “Please.”
With that, he pushes my legs all the way apart and dives into me, his tongue parting me with quick, furious strokes.
Good God in heaven. It’s been ten years too long since this man was between my thighs. As he sucks and licks at my core, my body tenses against him, my breath quickening into short, shallow pants.
“Lexington,” I say softly, hardly able to speak. “I’m so close.”
He hums his approval against me, then sinks two thick fingers inside me, pulling a gasp from my lips. This man remembers everything about me, every curve and sensitive spot, and more importantly, exactly how to make me come undone for him.
With one last crook of his nimble fingers, all the tension in my body comes to a head, spilling out of me in white-hot waves. The high lasts for a long, sweet moment, but before long, I’m back on earth, spread across his sheets in an exhausted heap.
Before I have time to catch my breath, he’s joined me on the bed, an undeniable hunger flickering in his eyes.
I know that look. It was in his eyes the first time I saw him again, all those weeks ago in the park. But back then, none of this made sense. It’s been weeks of this push and pull. Constantly slapping myself on the wrist for thinking there could be anything between us again.
But now that he’s looking at me with those perfect, hungry eyes, none of it matters. It’s just Lex and me, right here, right now.
I know what he wants, and I want it too.
18
* * *
LEXINGTON
Corrigan swore she wanted her first time to be with me, before I left for college. And though I was in love with her, I refused. Because while I did love her, I also knew that things would change once I moved away for school.
I guess I should clarify. I refused—at first. But eventually I gave in. Because a naked and willing girl in your bed trumps everything else at age nineteen.
Maybe I should regret what we did, but I can’t bring myself to. Our first time together felt like it was meant to be. It was perfect. Although nothing is as perfect as the way Corrigan feels in my arms right now.
I never knew sex could be this good. I greedily drink in everything I’ve craved so desperately for the last ten years—Corrigan in my bed, naked beneath me, the bliss of her hot, tight body squeezing my cock, her soft, sweat-damp skin against mine, the air thick with the sounds of her pleasure. And her beautiful brown eyes, sweeter and warmer than melted chocolate, shining on me like I’m her whole world.
But could I be? Could I be lucky enough to have that kind of love twice in a lifetime?
With my mouth fused to hers, I slowly sink deeper. Her hips lift, finding an angle that makes her shiver with pleasure.
She makes a sound that’s drenched in desire, and I love it. Then she moans out my name, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.
“Yes, baby. Fuck, it’s so good.”
I can’t help but move faster, pushing her closer to her release. It’s all I want. I’ve waited years for this.
She says my name again and comes apart, her body gripping mine in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. I groan aloud as my orgasm slams through me.
We collapse together, panting. I head from the bed to the en suite bathroom to remove the condom and wash my hands, and then I’m back where I belong—in bed with Corrigan.
The need to keep her close still burns, and I gather her into my arms to hold her against me. As we cool off and our breathing slows, the peace of an indescribable afterglow descends, loosening tensions I hadn’t even known were gripping me, and everything is warm and serene and perfect.
We lie there together for several minutes, and I lazily stroke her arm that’s draped over my chest. This feels right.
Stay here with me.
But before I can get the invitation out, Corrigan says, “I should probably go. If I’m around in the morning, Grier might ask questions that are hard to answer.”
Unable to argue with that, I mutter, “Whatever you want.”
I help her find all her clothes, watch her cover up the gorgeous body I just worshiped, and walk her downstairs.
She opens the door, then says, “Well . . . good night,” with a smile I never want to stop looking at.
Then she gives me a kiss, soft and lingering, and before I know it, she’s gone.
And me? I go back to bed alone.
• • •
I wake up to something yanking my hair. Hard. Still half asleep, I let out a grunt of discomfort and confusion.
“Hi, Daddy,” Grier says cheerfully, then starts tugging at my cheek as if she’s trying to stretch taffy.
“Good morning to you too.” I pry off her tiny, surprisingly strong hand and sit up to look at her. Even after attacking me, she’s cute as hell, grinning and bright-eyed with her pale hair all mussed and sticking up in crazy directions. “I’m guessing you want breakfast.”
Bobbing her head, she says, “Hungwy.”
“Then let’s get you something to eat.” I stand up reluctantly, still able to smell Corrigan on my sheets. But that’s only a small consolation for my empty bed, the cold spot where she should be.
Last night was mind blowing, and I hate that she had to sneak out instead of sleeping over. I wish we could have woken up in each other’s arms and cooked breakfast together, fed Grier, played with her—shared the closeness of all the little things that make up a life. But that’s not how it worked out, and today I’ll be doing all those things by myself. As usual. And I’m trying not to feel bitter about that.
On autopilot, I heat up sausages, butter toast, wash grapes, and get Grier set up in her high chair, my head filled with nothing but Corrigan. What’s she doing today? How does she feel about last night? How soon can I see her again?
There’s an easy way to find out the answers to all these questions, idiot. Grow some balls and ask her.
“Daddy, icky!” Grier yells.