He’d been attempting to imagine her on her knees in front of him, and it had done absolutely nothing for his traitorous libido. Maybe too close to home? So he’d taken himself for a walk, picked random females on the street, and tried to imagine going up to them, asking them out for a drink.
And he couldn’t do it. Didn’t want to do it.
Then he’d seen Lexi waiting for him outside her gate, licking her lips and shuffling in those four-inch heels she usually wore. And he’d gone instantly hard. If she’d kept the fantasy thing to herself, he might have managed to ignore it, but she hadn’t. This was down to her. Plus she’d been ogling him when he came out of the shower. She wanted him, maybe almost as much as he wanted her.
So it looked like if he was going to get laid any time soon, it would be with his wife. His dick jerked again, clearly hot to the idea. But maybe they should set some ground rules.
“I think we should do it,” he said.
“Do what?”
“Have sex. Fulfill a few of your fantasies.”
…
Lexi knew she was staring, but she couldn’t seem to stop. Her brain had ceased to function. She cleared her throat. “I thought you only wanted no-strings sex?”
“No reason why there should be strings involved.”
“It would be married sex.” Why wasn’t she leaping on him? Why did she have to analyze everything? Take what you’re offered, goddammit. “You don’t want married sex. Remember?”
“Maybe I want married sex with you.”
That made her feel special, all warm and fuzzy. It was becoming a habit. More likely it was merely that he wanted to get laid again, and she was his only option right now.
“Why not?” he asked. “We’ve already done it once.”
“Because I’m messy and my life is chaotic and you don’t like mess.”
“Look, I’m not suggesting we make this real or anything. But I want you, and I think you want me. It’d be a simple exchange between consenting adults who happen to be married.”
She nibbled on her lip. “You want me? Really?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
No. Nothing was obvious. She was still reeling from his sad story about his sister. She’d wanted to comfort him, but she didn’t think, from the way he had changed the subject, that he would appreciate it. So she’d told him the fantasy thing, thinking it would make him laugh, take away the sadness. He hadn’t laughed.
When she didn’t answer, he took her hand and pulled it under the table, rested it on the bulge in his jeans.
Oh my God. It’s huge.
As her fingers tightened automatically around him, his lashes fluttered closed and he groaned. When his eyes opened, they were filled with need.
She squeezed again, and a look almost of pain crossed his face. Was she being too rough?
“All for you, baby. If you want it. We’re together for the next six months. Why not enjoy the time?”
She needed to be out of here. Before he went all sensible on her and changed his mind. “Let’s go.”
She jumped to her feet. Where was the nearest place she could get him alone and cement the deal? She grabbed his hand as they left the shop. He probably wasn’t into hand-holding except for show, but he didn’t tug free, and she dragged him purposefully along. This was her neighborhood; they were heading back past the park, and if she wasn’t mistaken there was a very suitable alley only a minute away.
She slowed and glanced around. The street was empty, and she tugged him into the alley right-angled to the road. Then she pushed him up against the wall, stood up on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her, and kissed him.
Because she really could not wait a moment longer.
He went still against her. Had she shocked him? Been too forward? Maybe he liked to make the moves. He hadn’t in her fantasies; he’d been quite willing to let her take the lead. Perhaps she should keep reminding herself that they were fantasies, with no basis in reality.
She tried to pull back, but his arms went around her, and at last he returned the kiss. His mouth opened, his tongue thrusting inside, sliding along hers, filling her with the hot, spicy taste of him. The kiss deepened, taking on an edge of desperation as his thigh slid between hers, pushing up against her core, and her sex flooded with heat.
One hand palmed her breast and the nipple hardened and it felt so damn good.
She needed some sort of release, so she rubbed her hips against the hardness of his erection. He reached behind her, cupped her ass and lifted her, pressing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist so his cock pressed against her sex.
His fingers tightened on her ass, and he moved her against him, rotating her against his hardness so everything tingled, coalescing in her belly, the pleasure swelling, growing, overwhelming her until it burst in a shower of lights against her closed lids, spreading out through her body. Her head went back, and he swallowed her scream with his lips, his tongue pushing inside.
A shout and laughter from behind them brought the kiss to an abrupt halt. He released her lips, but stood, forehead pressed against hers, his breathing loud in her ears.
“Let’s go home,” she said.