The moment I was free from the satin, Alexi reached for me and kissed me again as he slowly set me back on the bed. His hands traversed the bared flesh from my waist to just beneath the soft flesh of my exposed breasts.

I wove my hands in his hair, luxuriating in the silky feel. His thumb traced the underside of my breast, and my breath caught. I lifted my hips off the bed, bringing my aching center in contact with his erection.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “I'm fairly certain that you're going to kill me if you keep moving like that.”

Eager to test out his theory, I rocked my hips again, and Lex cursed under his breath. “Shit, Abbie, I'm trying to go slow here.”

“How's that working for you?” I rocked again.

He molded his hand to my breast and rubbed his thumb in a circle over my nipple. “It’s an exercise in control.” Between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled the tight bud and pinched it softly. My hips bucked, and I cried out.

Lex nuzzled my breasts, kissing each one in turn. “How are you feeling? Still better than okay?”

I smoothed my hands over the hard ridges on his shoulders. “Y-yes. Just surprised.”

“A good surprise or a bad surprise?”

“A good one,” I responded softly. I'd never been this vocal in bed before. A small part of me worried I was doing it wrong. “A very good one.”

“Excellent, let’s see if I can’t do that again.” He latched his lips around my nipple and drew deep. The thick ridge of his erection aligned with my hot center, and he sent charged electric pulses to my core as he took long pulls from my breast.

My breathing was ragged as I called his name. “Alexi.”

“Mmmm?” He turned his attention, and his expert tongue, to my other nipple.

“You're still dressed.”

He pulled back and stared at my heaving chest, seemingly mesmerized. Sitting back on his heels, he yanked his sweater over his back and off his head. I sucked in a shuddering breath when I caught sight of the hard, muscled abs underneath. Wow. The other night, it had been too dark to get the full effect. He looked like he’d been chiseled out of stone. Surprisingly, he also had several tattoos. Something that looked like writing on his ribs and wrapping around his back. And a Gemini tattoo over his heart. But there wasn’t much time to explore the beautiful man in front of me. Apparently, he had other plans.

He caught me staring at him and smiled. “Come to think of it, you're wearing too many clothes entirely.” His hands tucked into the waistband of my sweatpants and my panties, and he tugged them down, smoothing them over my legs.