Page 64 of Get Lost

Chapter Twenty-Five

He’d wanted to walk away from her earlier. Hehadwalked away from her. But when he looked back and saw Kelsey standing in the moonlight, stripped down to just her barely-there bikini, Alex lost his battle with self-control.

Because as much as he wanted to torture Kelsey—and that wasa lot—he wanted to touch her even more.

Now she stood stick straight, her muscles taut as she fought her feelings for Alex. Kelsey wouldn’t give in. Even if her body confirmed everything he’d already known about their chemistry, she would never admit that she wanted him. He knew her well enough to know that.

Alex settled his free hand in the dip of her waist, just above her hip. Her skin jumped beneath his palm. With his right hand splayed out over her lower belly, he held her tightly to him, pressing his growing erection into the softness of her full bottom.

He looked down at the soft mounds of her breasts. The moonlight made her skin seem even paler than before, smooth and milky. Her chest rose and fell on deep breaths as she tried to keep herself from reacting to him, but that was a losing game. As much as he wanted to see her face, really look into her eyes as he touched her, this current view was nearly as tantalizing. Her nipples were stiff peaks, poking through the thin fabric of her bikini. He hadn’t even touched them yet. Her breathing was ragged. Her body had been reacting to his in sexy little ways since he first sat beside her on the airplane this morning. Hell, long before that. They’d been doing this dance for so long Alex was finely tuned in to receive her signals.

Little flicks of her gaze to his mouth.

Leaning toward him, even when she was angry, like their bodies were magnetized.

Licking her lips when she focused on his.

Subconscious signals that he’dconsciouslypicked up on.

He ran his palm up the side of her stomach, teasing the soft fullness of her breast with his thumb and smiling when her breathing picked up. He moved his hand higher, then cupped her breast, and her body arced, pressing her breast more fully into his palm.

He turned his head, nudging her ear with his nose. “You don’t want me?”

She shook her head.

“You hate me?”

She nodded.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Her throat bobbed on a swallow, but that’s all the answer she gave him.

He tugged the fabric of her bikini top aside, then gently, barely, teased her nipple with the tip of his middle finger.

“Kelsey,” he murmured against her throat. “Do you want me to stop?” He rubbed the pert tip of her breast between thumb and middle finger, then pinched her gently and gave a little tug.

Her mouth opened on a gasp, but she still didn’t answer him.

He pushed the fingers of his other hand into her bikini bottoms, then trailed them back and forth over the trimmed patch of hair between her legs, careful not to dip too low before she gave him permission. Or at least, didn’t tell him to stop. His dick throbbed against her ass.

“Tell me to stop if you want me to stop,”he breathed.

“No.” She shook her head. “Don’t stop.”

He dipped his fingers lower, nearly growling when they connected with the wetness of her desire.“Spread your legs.”

She did as she was told.

Alex smiled against her throat. “Good girl.” He spread his pointer and middle finger, sliding them into the wetness and enveloping her clit on either side.

Kelsey moaned, dropping her head back against his shoulder. He massaged her breast while he teased her clit, rubbing his fingers up and down her folds, then he gave her breast a firm squeeze and brought his hand up to settle it across her sternum and collar bone, pressing firmly to keep her held tightly against him.

He focused his attention between her legs, increasing the pressure of each stroke, massaging her clit between his first two fingers, then he pulled back and circled it with the tip of his middle finger. Kelsey whimpered, pressing into his hand.

“I can stop at any time…” He smiled as he added, “Chelsea.”

Kelsey groaned. “I hate you.” Her words were tight, breathless.

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