Loving the heady feeling of making him lose control, I worked my hips again, and Alexi cursed against my lips. Leveraging us both off the couch, he secured my legs around his waist then muttered, “Where’s your bedroom?”

I stiffened momentarily. I wanted this. with Lex, and he wasn’t going to hurt me. “Um, down the hall at the end.”

He nipped my lips playfully again. “You’re safe with me.”

I slid my hands into his hair and tugged gently. “I want this to happen. I want to know what it feels like to lose control with you.”

He groaned and laid his forehead against mine. “You're killing me. You're not supposed to tell me that. Now I'm even less likely to behave myself.”

“I don’t think I want you to behave.”

His eyes flared, and his hands flexed on my ass. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Just for once, I want to go after what I want. And you’re what I want.”

It took him seconds to get down to my room, and with a yank of my door, he had me deposited on my bed in even less time. He followed me down, leaning his body against mine. He nuzzled my neck first with his nose, then took quick, tiny, love bites. I clutched him to me.

Lex sat back and studied my face. He drank in the sight of me. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

I quickly averted my gaze, and he tipped a finger under my chin to bring my attention back to him.

“I mean it.”

Lex traced the back of his fingertips against my cheek. My eyelids fluttered closed as I waited for a kiss. When none came, I opened my eyes to catch him watching me. “What?”

He shook his head. “I'm just looking at you. I want to freeze this moment in time.”

When he kissed me, his mouth was soft, as if asking for permission. The tip of his tongue edged over my lips, and I parted them. In slow delicious licks, he explored my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine, comingling our breaths. Devouring me.

He tugged me up on the bed and smoothed his hands over my arms until I raised them over my head. Slowly, he tugged off my sweatshirt, then my tank top leaving me in just my bra and sweatpants. For a long second, he stared at me. He traced his fingertips over the overflowing lace cups of my bra just as I reached behind my back and unsnapped it. My breasts spilled forward, and Alexi groaned.

His eyes darkened from silvery gray to slate. “I have been dreaming of your breasts and how they taste since the other night.”

Feeling a little self-conscious, I hesitated before sliding the garment off my arms.