Her cheeks blush slightly as she continues to look at me, her refusal to waiver even more of a turn-on than I would’ve thought. All I want to do is slam my mouth down on hers and take that taste I so desperately want.
Seeing the same heat reflected back at me, there’s no doubt that she’s feeling the chemistry between us just as much as I am. It’s more than just admiration for the work I’ve done, for the fame and publicity I can garner. More than what I can do for her and what she can do to me to express her gratitude.
More than I could’ve expected.
More than I could’ve hoped for.
It’s just simply more.
As if she can read my thoughts, she lifts up on her toes, bringing her body closer to mine.
“Since we’re at the ball game, I have just one question for you.” Her voice is laced with heat as I feel her breath fan across my lips with every word spoken. “You talk a good game, Mr. Alexander, but is your playbook just as impressive?” she whispers.
My half-mast cock jumps to a rock hard salute, and I know she feels it because she leans her hips in flush against mine and lifts higher to plant an open-mouthed kiss on the corner of my mouth. I growl in response and snake an arm around her waist, wrapping the fingers of my other hand around her ponytail. I gently pull her head back and slam my mouth down hard against hers. She gasps in shock and parts her lips. I take and plunder, diving my tongue deep inside her mouth, exploring and devouring, and fuck if she doesn’t taste just as good as I knew she would.
I slow down, my hand loosening in her hair as I gently end the kiss. Running my lips over her jaw, I work my way down to her neck. “There are moves in my repertoire that you could only dream of,” I murmur hoarsely, raking my teeth against her soft skin. “I’ll have you begging me to stop and crying out for more in the same breath.”
Spanning my hands across her back, I pull her impossibly close, brazenly letting her feel the obvious effect she has on me. It’s a level of vulnerability, an intimacy that I try not to show and the fact that I’m willing to let my guard down, albeit briefly with her, speaks volumes that I’m not quite sober enough to say.
My heart pounds matching the staccato beat of hers against my skin, our eyes remaining locked as she waits for me to make the next move. “Talk is cheap . . .” she whispers breathlessly, warmth from her mouth caressing my lips as they quirk up into a genuine smile.
Tilting my face toward hers, I gently trail my nose along her jaw, relishing in the rapid pants that escape her now swollen lips. Lifting my mouth to her ear, I whisper in a voice that betrays the last semblance of control I’m trying to portray. “Some things are better said in private . . .” I place a soft kiss against the supple skin of her neck.
I slowly step back, looking out toward the ballpark. I try to cool down and calm my body, willing the game to go faster.
I leave my arm wrapped around Lucia though, finding myself unable and unwilling to let her go.
As we arrive at Lucia’s door, the sexual tension between us is palpable.
It’s laced in every breath we take. Every look shared between us simply serves to amp it up further, like a wire stretched to its physical limit, the torque set to such an extreme that a single step toward each other would likely cause a cataclysmic collision of the likes that I for one have never had the pleasure of experiencing.
Arriving at her door, she places her keys in the lock but does not turn them. Instead, she spins around and presses her shoulders flush against the wood, her body bowed suggestively toward mine, willing me to take that last step. The whole night was culminating in this moment. The decision that I knew neither of us would come back from. There was no doubt that the effect of our physical coupling would have a far-reaching rippling effect for the rest of our lives.
I yearn for this woman. As I stand before her, her lines and curves transfix me. She’s like a work of art. I caress her with my gaze, imprinting her with my heated glare as I make my way up her body.
I imagine running my hands from her ankles around the back of her calves and over the soft skin behind her knee. My fingers bite into the supple skin of her thighs as I ease them apart.
“Callum,” she rasps. Her smooth velvet voice snaps me out of my imagined seduction as I lift my lust-filled eyes to meet hers. “If you don’t take that step, I’m going to have to come and get you.”
I growl out the last tether of my struggling restraint and stride toward her, slamming my body into hers as our mouths crash together. Her responding moan serves to drive my desire higher and I tangle my fingers in her hair, holding her against me. Snaking my hand around to cup her ass, I grind my groin against her as our tongues continue to wage the war we’ve been fighting ever since that first kiss hours earlier. My whole body is on fire as I devour her using my hands, my lips, my tongue to convey everything she’s making me feel. Any uncertainty I have is pushed aside when a satisfying whimper resonates in her throat.
I pull back slightly, resting my forehead against hers, sharing precious oxygen between us as we struggle to catch our breaths. “Now that’s a game changer,” she whispers against my lips.
Without saying another word, I reach up behind her and turn the key, opening her door slowly as I ease her inside. Once we’re in, I pull the keys from the lock and drop them on the floor before easing the strap of her purse off her shoulder. I turn and flick the light switch by the door, illuminating a large, open-spaced living area, taking in the surprisingly large kitchen to the side of the room and the many windows lining the outside wall.
With her hands on my hips, she starts to walk backwards, her lips still impossibly close to mine. “Do you want the grand tour?”
“The only thing I want to see is you naked and willing.”
“Mmm,” she hums, as she trails the tip of her wet tongue along my bottom lip. “Seems Mr. Alexander the gentleman has left the building.”
“We’re behind closed doors,” I murmur, too clouded with lust to even bother putting the mask back in its rightful place. Then again, it has been absent since the moment Lucia opened the door. “If you want me to be someone I’m not, I can do that. But with you, I want to be myself. I want to not think and just go with it.”
Her expression changes, as if she’s having a moment of clarity. Her eyes turn soft with understanding. “Whatever happens here, Callum, stays between us. Nobody else. It’s you and me. No expectations, no promises. Just you and me . . .”
The words are too much. This woman is too much. Nothing she has done tonight has shown her to be deceitful. She has been completely upfront and honest and genuine. By inviting me inside, by goading me into making the first move, taking that final step that has led us to the here and now, she’s shown she trusts me to lead this. That feeling alone is heady.
She’s too insightful. Too observant. She’s shot straight through my carefully constructed armor, reinforced out of necessity. Unable to quell the thoughts swirling through my head, I plunge my tongue into her mouth.
In a move I’m coming to appreciate and admire, she takes what I give her without hesitation. In equally mesmerizing measure, she’s matching my ministrations stroke for stroke, not backing down, but not throwing herself at me.
This woman unmans me. It’s liberating to meet someone who wants nothing but my company. Although, the ease I feel with her has me on edge.
“Bedroom,” she mumbles, as she makes to turn away from me. Not willing to let that happen, or to allow myself another chance to second guess myself, I tighten my hold in her hair, tilting her head to the side and nipping her jaw with a trail of open-mouthed kisses as I make my way down her neck.
“Here. Now. Right here. Right now.” I graze my teeth against the soft skin covering her collarbone, flattening my tongue in the ebbs and flows of her delectable body. A body that a vital part wants underneath me immediately, but I also want to draw this out and make the most of the time I have with her. Here, like this, lustful and writhing in my arms, I want everything from this woman—every ounce of her pleasure, every cry of ecstasy, every moan of desire.