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My gaze held hers and I slid my finger into her wetness, hearing her hiss with relief as she tightened around me. Watching her every move, I added a second digit and increased the pressure on her clit, my thumb manipulating her most sensitive area. Her head fell back, hair splaying across the bed, and a whimper filling the air.
I was conflicted; I wanted to make Lex come, give her the release she so clearly desired, but I also needed it too. My dick was so uncomfortable; I had to be inside hernow.
The sudden withdrawal of my fingers had her scrambling up. She directed a glare at me at the same time as I reached into my bag beside the bed, her mouth open, ready to say something. Fumbling for the packet of condoms, I pulled one out, ripped open the packet, and rolled it on. No way was I taking any risks.
“Oh.” One word, the realisation I wasn’t stopping, and a small smile spread across Lex’s face.
I knelt on the bed and surrounded her with my arms, caging her in so it was just the two of us. The outside world no longer mattered. Without another word, I slipped inside her, burying my cock as if we’d last been together yesterday, not what felt like a million years ago. I knew her rhythm, what made her unravel, and I was going to make damn sure she did.
Her fingernails gripped my shoulder, heels digging into my lower back, her hips moving in a circular motion against me, causing me to thrust harder and deeper.
I didn’t want it to be slow. I didn’t want it to be steady.
I fucking loved this woman and I needed to give her everything she wanted.
The more I stared into those eyes, the more I knew how much I’d fallen again, and I wasn’t turning back this time.
CHAPTER24
Alexis
The next morning,I woke to Jordan spooning me. His arm lay across my body, cupping my tit.
Exactly how we used to wake up.
Warmth spread through me as I thought back to the night before, and how we had cemented the rebirth of our relationship. My muscles pleasantly ached as I recalled how Jordan remembered exactly what made me come undone. Squirming, I pressed my body back against his, feeling his morning wood grow against me. His hand tightened on my breast, thumb caressing my nipple.
“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured directly into my ear, following it up with a soft kiss on the sweet spot there.
I tried to turn around in his embrace, but he didn’t let me move, sliding an arm underneath my neck. He continued to torment me, fingers tightening and twisting while his other hand moved down between my legs. The strokes to my clit were gentle at first, enough to have me squeezing my thighs together, my hips rolling to get the best position. Jordan changed the pressure, inserting a digit, then a second, all the while keeping up his stimulation of my most sensitive area. I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. A wicked grin split his face.
“Are you enjoying your wake-up call?” he asked, not taking his gaze from mine.
“I was already awake… oh!” I turned away from him, bucking my hips as he increased the friction both inside and outside. All rational thought deserted me, my sole focus on the building pleasure in my body. I was ready to come undone, but Jordan slowed, drawing out the exquisite bliss. “Please… don’t stop,” I rasped.
“As if I would do that to you.” He nipped my earlobe, changing the tempo again.
I fixated on breathing, trying to quell the dam that was about to spill over. Jordan held me tight to his body, his erection nestling between the cheeks of my arse. I wriggled against him.
“Hey, you’d better stop that or this will be over before it’s even started,” he hissed.
A loud knock on the door stopped us in our tracks, me at the peak of an orgasm and Jordan with the hardest erection pressing into my spine.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Great timing.”
We fell silent, both willing whoever was on the other side of the door to go away. When the knocking became more insistent, Jordan withdrew his fingers, leaving me bereft, all horny with nowhere to go. He slid out of bed, pulled on a pair of jeans to cover himself, and went to the door, opening it an inch.
“Oh, sorry, sir. It’s the housekeeping team. We were told this room had checked out,” I heard a voice say from outside.
Jordan sniffed. “Clearly, you were misinformed.”
I rolled over onto my side, listening to the conversation. The housekeeper was going on about new software that had been installed on the iPad, which confused her. Under normal circumstances, I was pretty sure she wouldn’t have indulged in that level of detail, but when a hot rock star opened the door topless to you, why would you want to let him go so easily? My own green-eyed monster reared its head for a moment until I quashed it. Given I’d been holding that emotion over Jordan’s head, I couldn’t go down the same path.
“Thanks for all the extra information,” Jordan said. “We’ll be sure to check out by the time we have to.”
“Of course, sir. Sorry to have bothered you.”
He shut the door and turned back to me. “Talk about a mood killer.”
