Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Lex crawls on the bed, a wild look in his eyes as he positions himself between my legs. Kneeling above me, he runs his hands up my body, sparking more flames of lust. My head falls back in surrender as he teases my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “What do you want, Posey?”
“You,” I whisper.
His eyes blaze with desire. “Give me more details.”
“I want you inside me,” I answer, my voice heavy with need.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, even though I’ve already admitted I did.
His dirty words cause my core to clench and I don’t mind repeating the sentiment. “God, yes.”
With a predatory grin, Lex covers my body with his own and claims my lips in a fierce kiss. I taste myself on his tongue as he presses himself against my heat, teasing and taunting me until I am writhing beneath him.
Using one arm to lift my leg, he spreads me wider and enters me slowly, savoring every inch of our union. My body trembles with anticipation as he takes his time, and when he is fully inside me, I feel complete.
Lex pulls away from my mouth and looks down at our joined bodies. “Look at us, Posey,” he growls, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. “I think we might be made for each other.”
Sexual poetry, I tell you.
I follow his gaze and the sight of us together is almost too much to handle. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, bringing us both higher and higher. His lips find my neck, kissing me with a tenderness that only intensifies the pleasure coursing through me.
As our movements become faster and more urgent, Lex’s grip on me tightens. He holds my leg up around his waist and wraps his arm around the back of my head, pulling our bodies closer together until we are locked tightly.
With each thrust, I continue to soar. Lex hits all the right spots, each thrust causing me to grunt and curse in the most unladylike way, and I couldn’t care less.
His breaths are hot against my ear as he whispers, “You feel so fucking good, Posey. I could get used to this.” And at that moment, I know that I will never get enough of him. It’s the romantic in me, I’m sure, but it feels like we’re two halves of a whole, connected in an indescribable way that touches me deeper than I’d care for it to.
Lex thrusts harder, faster—skin slapping against skin—and my muscles tense in anticipation as another climax builds, threatening to overtake me in a tumultuous rush.
“I’m going to come again,” I gasp, my voice trembling with both fear and excitement. It’s impossible, yet I feel that tension deep in my belly and between my legs.
“I know you are,” Lex rumbles against my skin, his movements becoming more primal as he seeks to extract every bit of pleasure from me.
And then it hits like a tidal wave, crashing with devastating force. I bite down on Lex’s shoulder, allowing the intense pleasure to ravage my senses. Lex thrusts deep and goes utterly still. I can feel the muscles in his back bunch up under my palms and he orgasms with a guttural groan of my name.
I’m utterly wrecked. Three orgasms. Three devastating orgasms and the realization Lex Hamilton, a man who wouldn’t look twice at me under ordinary circumstances, is still twitching inside my body. I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone, but for the life of me, I can’t imagine leaving it.
Suddenly, I’m so very tired, not wanting to process the emotions of this event any further. I’m vaguely aware of Lex pulling away, the cool air providing relief for our sweat-soaked bodies. He rolls onto his side, bringing me with him and dragging the corner of the blanket over us.
At this moment, I feel simultaneously untouchable and vulnerable. My heart races as I bask in the aftermath of pure bliss, knowing that nothing will ever compare to this in my new and transformed life. It is the ultimate high, and I am addicted to its euphoria.
CHAPTER 13
Lex
Being a driver for Crown Velocity has its perks, one of which is using the company helicopter. The chopper’s blades thrum steadily above, the noise almost hypnotic as we glide through the air toward Silvercrest Circuit. It’s the premier racing course in England and where Crown Velocity will be racing in July at the Silvercrest Global Prix. The landscape below is a patchwork of green fields and winding roads, but I barely notice it, lost in my thoughts.
Not thoughts of my upcoming track time to test our newest upgrades on the car, but rather about Posey. Last night was… incredible. Everything about it—about her—was perfect. Sure, we agreed that this was just a fling, something fun and temporary, but she’s unlike any woman I’ve ever been with. Something delicious about her gets under my skin, and I really can’t figure it out.