Page 87 of Get Lost

Chapter Thirty-Two

When the rehearsal dinner was complete, Kelsey found Alex in their shared bedroom. He knew she was there before he even looked up, because the air shifted whenever she was near. His body reacted to her even more now that they’d finally given in and allowed their bodies to do the talking.

All afternoon.

He’d had the night off because tonight’s dinner was cooked by a local Caribbean chef, but Kelsey unfortunately had been forced to drag herself from his arms a few hours ago.

And they’d ached for her ever since.

Alex had always loved bantering with Kelsey, getting her so riled up that she’d get that little spark in her brown eyes, but now that he’d seen what those deep chocolate pools looked like darkened with lust, he couldn’t figure out what he liked more.

But he planned on doing a lot of both for as long as she’d let him.

“Are you going to stand there eye-fucking me, or do you want to come inside?”

Kelsey giggled, then stepped inside the bedroom. “I’m not eye-fucking you. Why would anyone want to do that?”

“You’re right. I’m hideous.”

“Yep.”

He looked up from the menu on his laptop and smiled. “Luckily for you, it takes one to know one.”

Kelsey’s lips twitched. “Luckily.”

He stood and Kelsey’s eyes travelled down his body appreciatively. “Absolutely monstrous, really. Have you been swimming?”

Alex laughed. “I was waiting for you. From what I can tell, you like the water very much.”

She nodded slowly.

He stalked toward her, stopping just far enough away that they couldn’t touch.

Her lips pursed with annoyance, then she whispered, “Are you going to stand there eye-fucking me, or do you want to take me to the beach?”

Alex reached out and took the supplies from her hands, setting them on a small shelf near the door. Then he stepped forward and reached around her to untie the half-apron at her waist. It fell to the floor and he tugged her black work shirt free of her waistband, then reached beneath to locate the button of her pants. He freed the button, then slowly unzipped the zipper.

Kelsey searched his gaze, then her eyes fell to his lips, resting there for a second before looking back up into his eyes. “You know, you’re very smooth.”

“Am I?”

“You are.”

“How?” He slipped his hands between her hips and her pants on either side, then slowly dragged his palms down her legs to remove her pants. “Step out of these.”

She did as she was told.

Alex ran his palms back up her legs, catching the hem of her shirt. “Arms up.”

She raised her arms and he pulled the shirt over her head.

“You make me forget that I hate you.”

“Do I?”

He leaned forward and ran his fingertips along the edge of each lace cup of her bra, then teased the fullness beneath with his knuckles. Her eyes darkened and her lids grew heavy. Alex spread his hands and massaged each breast. “You were saying something about hating me.”

She nodded.

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