Page 31 of One Little Mistake
Giving his hand a final squeeze, I allow myself the comfort his touch brings. “Thanks, Beast. I appreciate that, but I need to fix myself.”
I can see the words forming in his head, so I cut him off and decide to give him another win. Jumping to my feet, I offer him both hands.
“Come on, Beast. I’ll let you feed me if that’ll make you feel better,” I tease.
“Jesus, don’t tell me that’s my new nickname? That’s even worse than Grumpy Growler.”
I present my hands again and smile. “Beast definitely suits you. Come on.”
“Lexi, I’m six-four, 230 pounds. There’s no way you’re dragging me off this floor.”
“You’re on, Beast. One thing you need to know about me, I never back down from a challenge.”
Taking both his hands in mine, I plant my bare feet on the tips of his toes. Lowering my body so my center of gravity works to my advantage, I pull.
“Beast, you cannot be dead weight. I’m not lifting you, just helping you stand, you asshat.”
A full-bodied belly laugh erupts, and his breath causes my hair to shift across my cheek. Lifting my face to his, I freeze as our eyes meet, and I watch the laughter fade on his lips. His gaze doesn’t leave my mouth, and immediately my chest heaves with shallow breaths.
“It was a valiant effort, Belle.” His voice is dangerously low with a rasp that attacks my clit like a three hundred dollar toy. Mother fucker, this will not end well.
“I’m no princess, East.” No sooner do the words leave my lips than he’s giving my hands a quick tug, and suddenly we’re nose to nose.
“There are all kinds of princesses, sweetheart. Some are gifted with a happily ever after, and some have to work for it, but make no mistake, you deserve it all.”
“Princesses need a prince to save them, and I won’t make that mistake again. My ever after will be what I make it.”
“You’re confused, Lex. A real prince won’t create the happily ever after for you; he’ll stand by your side while you build it together.”
“Life’s not a fairytale, East.”
“It doesn’t have to be a nightmare either.”
The atmosphere is so thick around us as we breathe each other’s air, but I can’t break the spell, and he’s making no effort to let me go.
“You might sue me, but … well, fuck it.” His harsh words confuse me for half a second before his lips crash over mine. I’m standing bent over at the waist, and before I can blink, he’s reached up and yanked me down onto his lap. On my knees, I straddle his legs as his mouth devours me.
Chapter 13
Easton
All thoughts vanish at my first taste of her. Grasping her hips, I tug just enough that she falls forward. I hang onto her so she doesn’t crash to the ground but gently guide her to straddle me.
Once seated, my hands tangle in her silky, blonde hair and tilt her face to the left. My teeth nip at her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth. When she gasps, I lick the outline of her upper lip before delving deep. Our tongues war for half a second before she shocks the hell out of me and submits, allowing me to control the course of our first kiss.
For all our back and forth, and her stubborn insistence on doing everything herself, I can tell by her body language that she wants to give up control right now. A breathy moan escapes her throat, and her hips gyrate.
Fuck me. My cock is fully erect and seeking an evacuation plan as she rolls her hips a third time. I can feel the heat of her pussy through my slacks, and it’s my undoing. My hands run circles down her spine until I reach her ass. Squeezing the round globes, I grind my dick into her.
“East.” Lexi trembles as I run my tongue down the column of her neck. She arches like a cat, pushing her amazing tits right into my face.
“Lexi,” I growl. “If you want me to stop, you need to tell me now.” Alarm bells ring loud and clear in my head, but I drown them out. Right now, I want Lexi more than I can remember wanting anything in a very long time.
“No, East. Don’t, please don’t stop.”
It’s all the encouragement I need.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I demand. Before Lexi answers, I’ve already grabbed her ass to stand. She clasps her arms behind my head as her legs encircle my waist, and I make a beeline for my bedroom. The ache in my balls is urging me to sprint across the suite.
