“Isn’t that part of the game?” she asked. Her breath was coming in short gulps, and as she licked her lips again, I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste them. I had to see if they were as sweet as I remembered.
I dug my fingers into her hair to pull her close, and when she didn’t stop me, my mouth descended on hers. I thought that I heard a small sigh in the back of her throat, and that set something loose inside of me. All the sidelong looks in my direction. All the unanswered lust and tension that had been building between us. All the training to drive away the memories of sinking deep inside of her. Something had been set on fire inside of me, and only Alexa could put it out.
Her hands, which initially had gone to my chest, now tangled up around my neck as she pulled me closer to her. Her mouth opened, and my tongue slipped inside to find hers. I felt as if I was dying of thirst. Whatever had been started between us refused to be denied. I seemed to have a permanent hard-on when it came to Alexa, and she was just out of my reach there every day. Now that I had her in my arms, I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.
She broke the kiss and tried to pull away. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Our parents…”
I ground my pelvis against her and felt her body soften against me again. “Aren’t here and are irrelevant to this particular situation,” I said. I started to plant short, hard kisses down the side of her neck. I pressed against her more firmly as if daring her to continue to oppose what I knew we both wanted. When I reached up to cup her breast, I felt the hard nipple straining beneath her top. No matter what she said, her body wanted this as badly as I did.
“Shayne,” she murmured. I wasn’t sure if it was a protest or to spur me on, and I chose to believe it was the latter. I pulled her leg up against my thigh and slid my hand up underneath her skirt. “I’ve been staring at these legs every day all day for two weeks. Thinking about how I wanted to feel your soft skin again.”
“You haven’t looked at me once,” she said. Her head had fallen backward giving me easier access to her throat and collarbone.
“I haven’t done a thing but look at you. Ask Maury.” She arched her back against me as I let my teeth nip at her collarbone. “I kept thinking that you are wearing entirely too many clothes. I’d make you come to work naked, but then all the other guys would be looking at you too.”
Her eyes fluttered open then, and I saw a look of panic on her face. “We can’t. Not here.”
I slid my fingers further up her thigh and found that warm, wet center between her thighs that I hadn’t been able to get out of my head for weeks, and she hissed. “The door locks after six. You know that. Plus, I own the place. If I want to fuck in the center ring, that’s what I’m going to do,” I said as I started to stroke her clit. She was so goddamn wet; it was insane.
“Someone could still come in,” she whispered, even as I felt her muscles squeeze against my fingertips as I dipped ever so slightly inside of her. She was so ready. I loved seeing the expression on her face. I let her leg slip back down the floor, and she looked at me in surprise.
I wasn’t going to let her slip out of my fingers this time. I grabbed the front of her shirt and yanked it open. She gasped as several buttons went flying. “I’ll buy you a new shirt,” I growled, but then I saw the saucy minx wasn’t wearing a bra. I reclaimed her mouth even as my hands reached up to feel the weight of her bare breasts in the palms. They fit perfectly inside my hands, and as I kneaded them and tweaked the nipples, Alexa moaned deep in her throat.
“I don’t know why you keep fighting me. Nobody’s come in. It’s just us,” I said against her lips. Then before she could protest further, I spun her around so that she faced the ropes. I fell to my knees and began a slow exploration of the backs of her legs. “God, I fucking love these legs,” I murmured as I nudged her thighs to widen her stance. When she didn’t protest, I knew I had her.
“Do you have anything with you?” she asked.
“One sec,” I said. “Stay just like that. Don’t move.” I sprinted across the mat and slid under the ropes to the floor. My wallet sat on the bench next to my cellphone, and I quickly grabbed both. Then I shot back under the bottom rope and back onto my feet. I saw Alexa was looking over her shoulder at me with wide eyes when she saw the cellphone on my hand.
“What’s that for?”
“That ass. Those legs. One picture to keep a guy warm on a cold night,” I said.