Page 37 of Lexi Lets Go

"Lexi, you’re worth it. You’re worth all the effort and forethought. Give me just one moment."

He headed into the bathroom and Lexi looked around the room. She had been here many times before, but never like this. She had been in as the manager, as the housekeeper, but never as the guest. His guitar was sitting in the corner of the room. She walked to it and let her fingers trace over the instrument with reverence. At some points in the evening, she had almost forgotten he was who he was. He fit in so seamlessly with everyone, maybe even better than she did. But that was her own fault, she never really allowed anyone close after her dad left. It was her and Josh against the world, but Liam was breaking down the walls she had built around herself. It was scary, but it felt right. She could be with him like this before he left. She could do this.

She turned to see him coming out of the bathroom and walked over to her. Fuck. There was that lustful look in his eyes again. That look that shot straight through her and almost turned her into a puddle right on the floor. He reached for her, and she allowed herself to be pulled into his arms. He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her.

His hands reached down as he pulled her shirt off. She tugged at his shirt, and he allowed it to be pulled right off. Then they were back on each other. They were a mess of lips and tongues and roaming hands. He kissed down her neck and she fisted her hand into his hair. His pupils were blown with lust when he pulled back and looked at her.

"Come with me," he said, pulling her into the bathroom. When she walked in the room was bathed in candlelight. There were rose petals and a bath drawn in the big, jetted bathtub that sat next to the window overlooking the falls. It was too dark to see anything, but she knew they were there.

"Candles are against inn policy," she said as she took in the room.

"It's okay," he said with a cocky grin. "I know the manager."

With that he was on her again, kissing her and unbuttoning her pants. She let her pants slip down her hips and he kicked them to the side as he undid his own. Once they were naked, she stopped to admire his body. He was doing the same to her, but then he took her hand and helped her into the tub.

"This is incredible, Liam. No one has ever done anything like this for me before."

"I'm glad to do it,” he said, lowering himself into the water across from her. It was a big tub, but even as large as it was it was not all that roomy with them both in it. They sat facing each other, their backs against opposite sides. He took her foot and started massaging it. His eyes never left hers as his hands kneaded.

"So, tell me more about Liam Sheffield," she said.

"What do you want to know?"

"Well, I know you grew up in Ohio, but what else? Tell me about your family."

"I have one sister; she is still back in Ohio and is married with three kids. My mom is still there too. My dad lives in Columbus, which isn't too far. They split up when I was a kid, but they did the co-parenting thing pretty well."

His hands started massaging her calves in addition to her feet, she groaned at how good it felt. She couldn't remember the last time she’d a massage, or if she ever had. Well, that's a sad thought.

"Did you always know you wanted to be a musician?" she asked.

"Yeah, I loved performing as a kid. I would sing any chance I got. I won a local talent show at thirteen and I decided right then that singing was it for me. I left for LA when I was nineteen to try and make it, and I was just in the right place at the right time. I got an agent and a record deal when I was twenty-one and I have been singing ever since."

"How old are you?" she asked.

"I'm twenty-six."

"Really? Wow, you are a lot younger than I thought. I'm thirty-three."

"Yeah, I had to grow up pretty fast. If you don't have your head on straight this industry can really get to you. Even with your head screwed on straight, the industry can get to you." He continued to massage her leg as his hands worked higher. "But I'm all done talking about the music industry for the night, if that's okay with you," he said as his hand had migrated to the upper thigh. Her inner upper thigh. His gaze turned hungry, and she was done.

"What exactly is it you have in mind?" she asked as her breathing increased and she licked her lips. She was holding on to her last little bit of restraint, not really clear on why she was because she knew his intentions and she was ready for them.

"Well, if you must know I plan on making you fall apart in this tub. Then we’re going to go to bed, and I am going to worship you until the sun comes up, if that sounds okay to you."

"Where on earth did you even come from?"

"I already told you, Athens, Ohio. Now come here." He pulled himself closer to her, water sloshing out of the tub just a little as his hands found her core. She arched her back already so needy for his touch, for the pull that wanted to be close to him. It felt like he would never be close enough. She would never have her fill.

Then she was filled by his fingers and lost any ability for coherent thought. He worked two fingers in and out of her and his thumb lightly grazed her clit. Her back arched and she found herself gripping the sides of the jetted tub as he added more pressure to her clit, and she moaned. His eyes were boring into her as he pushed her over the edge. She closed her eyes and her head fell back as the pleasure started to peek inside.

"Look at me. I want to see you."

Her eyes found him, and the waves of pleasure overtook her. His gaze held hers as he stroked every ounce of pleasure from her.

"I could watch you come forever. You’re perfect."

That caused her to break eye contact. She had never been very good at accepting compliments. It wasn't that she thought anything was wrong with her. She was able to see her worth and value, she wasn't ashamed of the body society liked to shame, but still, something about compliments made her want to squirm away.

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