Lex dragged his lips from mine and placed open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, the column of my throat, my collarbone. When he dipped to kiss my breasts again, I moaned just before his lips covered the pointed tip. With his hand, he teased the other nipple until I whimpered. Releasing my nipple, Alexi continued the path of hot kisses down my stomach, past my belly button. He nipped at my hip bone, and I squirmed. Was he going to—

Oh. God. Yes.

Alexi settled between my thighs and gave me a long leisurely lick to my heated center. I dug my hands into his hair. I felt him shiver, but he didn’t stop the long expert strokes of his tongue, except to occasionally pause and suck on my flesh.

Electricity singed every nerve ending as he continued to lap at me. Quivers began deep inside my womb, spreading throughout my body until I thought I would crack under the pressure.

Lex's deft thumbs separated my flesh slowly. He slid a finger into me and murmured against my flesh. “C’mon sweetheart, come for me. I want you to come.”

Perhaps his permission was all I needed. Maybe the sensations were too much. Maybe he was too skilled with his tongue. Maybe I knew he was the only man who could ever make me come. Whatever the reason, I broke apart in his hands, shattering into a million pieces as my orgasm rolled through me.

“Alexi.”

He waited until I stopped shaking, then kissed the inside of my thighs and licked his way back up my body. He brushed his lips to mine briefly. “You are amazing. I'm dying to see that again.” I flushed and looked away, but he turned me to face him. “You're beautiful, always.”

Warmth bloomed in my chest and spread to my extremities. I was falling for him. There was no point in lying to myself. There was nowhere else in the world I would rather be.

I turned into him and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue and pouring all the emotion I felt into it. He groaned into my mouth as I sucked on his tongue. Feeling emboldened, I trailed my hand down his chest. He drew in a ragged breath when I found what I sought.

“Oh, fuck, Abbie.” His hips bucked, pushing his straining erection into my hand.

I trailed hot open-mouthed kisses along the column of his throat and relished in the feel of his stubble. When I found his nipple, his hips bucked again. With my thumb, I stroked the soft head of his length, spreading the moisture that had leaked.

Hovering my lips over his erect nipple, I whispered, “Is something wrong, Alexi?”

Something that sounded like a strangled moan tore from his chest, and he dug his hands into the sheets.