After the Storm (Storm, #1)

“Lexi, we’ll be home soon.”


She started folding the bags. “I know. It’s just so different from what I am used to. I’m a little scared what it’s going to be like tonight when we go out together.”

He pulled her into a hug. “It’ll be fine. There’ll be security at the event tonight so no one is going to get too close. Why don’t you get some rest? It’s going to be a long evening.”

“I am tired. The massage this afternoon just about put me to sleep. I was glad I didn’t have to drive after that.” She got out of her clothes and lay down.

Noah crawled in beside her and ran his fingers through her hair until she fell asleep. Getting up, he went to make a phone call.

*

Lexi knew that the people attending the premier would wear anything and everything that you could think of. She decided that she should stick with something classic and hopefully blend into the background so she slid into a black pair of wide-legged slacks with a dark blue shirt and three inch black sling-backs. Her usual make up was the usual affair and she styled her hair in loose curls, then sighed as she looked herself over.

Not the Hollywood type. She longed for her toes in the sand.

“You take my breath away.”

She met Noah’s eyes in the mirror. “And you are still a smooth talker.”

He came over, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Nah, just a truth-talker.”

Lexi looked at him. His hair was perfectly messed up but he was clean-shaven, and he’d decided on black leather pants with biker boots and a tight black t-shirt. He wore a huge silver watch on one wrist and a black leather cuff around the other. There was a silver studded belt around his hips and a thick, short rope of silver around his neck. Other than television appearances before she’d ever met him, she’d never seen him look like this. It was so hot. She wanted to spend the evening in bed and not out with people.

“Stop it. Seriously, stop looking at me like that. If you don’t, I’m going to take you right here.” He pulled her roughly into his body where she could feel what he meant. “Maybe we do have time.” He nipped at the side of her neck while his hand roamed up to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and her breathing grew faster. His other hand moved down and slipped in her pants and she moaned as he found her wetness and inserted two fingers in her.

She whimpered when he stopped, opening her eyes a crack to see him grinning at her in the mirror.

“Sorry love, we don’t have time.” He smacked her on the ass and backed away. “The car is here. We’ll have to finish this later.”

“Payback’s a bitch, Noah!” she yelled at his retreating back. Shaking her head, she looked at the new clothes laid out on the sofa. She took off her modest selection, strode over, and picked up one of the dresses she’d purchased earlier. It was sexier than what she typically wore, something she’d bought on a whim. But it’d be perfect to drive Noah wild tonight.

Within three minutes, she had it on and her shoes changed. She was just changing her necklace when Noah yelled for her to hurry up. Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew without a doubt that he would be suffering all evening, and she grinned at her reflection on the way out.

*

Lexi finally let out the laugh she’d been holding in since Noah’s eyes just about bugged out of his head at the sight of her. She wore a black, form-fitting, knee-length halter dress that didn’t just hug, but were molded to her curves. It was low cut, with a slit that went just about all the way up. She had added black leather stiletto boots that came just below the knee and a leather choker, three different silver chain bracelets on one arm, and a red leather cuff bracelet on the other. She’d added more eyeliner and eye shadow, along with a deeper color lipstick, and had teased her hair to give her more of a just-rolled-out-of-bed look instead of the sleek, classic style she’d started with.

“I don’t know how you did it in five minutes, but fuck, you look hot.” Noah slid closer to her in the back of the limo and slid his hand up her thigh where her slit had fallen open.

She playfully knocked his hand away. “We don’t have time Noah. You’re just going to have to wait.”

He fell back against the seat and ran his hands through his hair. “Are you trying to kill me? Because if that is what you are trying for, it’s working.”

“Oh, poor baby, are you in pain?” She patted his chest.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her on top of him. She could feel him throbbing for her. Nose to nose he growled, “Can you feel that? I want to be buried so deep inside of you we can’t tell where you end and where I begin.”

She shivered and slid away from him when they pulled up in front of the theatre. This was a dangerous game she was playing. If they were lucky, they’d both win.

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