Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

Posey

I t’s nearing nine p.m. when we make it back to Woking. I’m tired yet still exhilarated by such a fun afternoon and evening. Outside of the weird exchange with Ronan, I had one of the best times I’ve ever had. This little rural North Carolina girl could never have imagined a life where she sipped expensive champagne at a multimillionaire race team owner’s Cotswold mansion and rubbed elbows with racing’s elite.

But despite being immersed in a decadent world of riches and royalty—because yes, Spencer is royalty—I was surprised at how down-to-earth most everyone was. Oh, some people looked down their noses at the tagalong reporter, but for the most part, people were gracious and kind.

Even Spencer took time to show me around a portion of the estate. He showed me his stables after I confessed a lifelong love of horses. Growing up our neighbors had horses, and I was always allowed to ride them.

And through it all, Lex was by my side. He didn’t have to keep me company and there were a few times where he and I drifted into different circles, but somehow… he always ended back with me.

When it was time to leave for the evening, he cupped my elbow on the walk to retrieve his car from the valet. I was admittedly a little tipsy from the champagne and I only allowed myself to get that way because Lex assured me he wasn’t going to drink at all.

“Eleven days until the first race… I’m going into beast mode,” he’d said.

My buzz has worn off over the hour it took us to drive home. Lex and I chatted about the party and we’re still gabbing as we enter the house and I move to the refrigerator to pull out two bottles of water. I hand one to Lex and open the other for myself.

Nothing about this feels weird to me.

We’re compatible roommates and I’d dare say that Lex has quickly become a friend.

“Cheers,” he says, holding up his bottle with a grin.

“Cheers,” I reply, tipping mine back for a long swallow.

Lex leans against the counter, his gaze wandering over me for a second. “Long day, huh?”

“Yeah,” I agree, fiddling with the label. “But fun.”

He nods, swirling his water. “You seemed to enjoy the skeet shooting.”

I laugh, remembering my incredible lack of skill. “I did. Although I don’t think I hit a single target.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t shoot anyone either, so we’ll rule it a win.” His smile is teasing, that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes that I’ve come to recognize as being an innate part of his personality.

I lean against the counter beside him. “Maeve said I was a natural, I’ll have you know. But she’s probably just being nice.”

“Maeve’s always nice,” he agrees with a chuckle. “She’s got that whole ‘perpetually happy Brit’ thing going on.”

I smile. “She taught me more British slang today. You have some funny words.”

“Oh yeah?” he says, raising an eyebrow, clearly interested. “Like what?”

“Well, apparently gobsmacked means you’re totally shocked. Like, it’s supposed to knock you off your feet.”

“Gobsmacked, huh?” He rolls the word over his tongue like he’s testing it out, then leans in a little closer, his voice low. “Has anything ever gobsmacked you?”

The way he says it, all teasing and low, sends a shiver down my spine. I glance at him, trying to hide the flush creeping up my neck. “I’m not so easily shocked, Lex.”

He grins, that boyish flash of straight teeth that never fails to make my heart skip a beat. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”

“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes, pushing his shoulder playfully. “Maeve says you’re cheeky. Always up to no good. And yes, cheeky is another word I’ve learned you Brits say.”

He leans into the nudge, getting a little closer, his arm brushing against mine. “Guilty as charged. But you Americans have your own weird stuff. Like, what’s the deal with ride or die ? Sounds like a line from a bad action movie.”

“Hey, don’t knock it,” I say, laughing and shoving him again. “It’s loyalty. Means you’re with someone through thick and thin. You don’t have anything like that here?”

“We’ve got loyalty, sure,” he says, pretending to think about it. “But we’re a bit more subtle about it. We just say we’re mates.”

I shake my head, taking another sip of water. “Subtle, huh? You British and your understated ways. Yet you go and say things like crikey and blimey .”

He laughs, leaning in even closer. “Touché. But at least we don’t say fanny pack . That’s just wrong. You know fanny is British slang for vagina, right?”

I burst out laughing. “Oh my God. I didn’t know that. Okay, I’ll give you that one. Fanny pack is a disaster.”

It’s then I notice, through the playful banter and nudges, our shoulders are now touching. The atmosphere shifts slowly, giving way to something more intense, more charged.

My heart nearly explodes out of my chest when Lex reaches out and tugs lightly on a lock of my hair, his fingers brushing against my neck. “You’re cheeky too, you know that?”

Breath hitching from that touch, my pulse quickening, I whisper, “And you’re obnoxious.”

“Am I now?” His voice drops, eyes locked on mine as he tugs at my hair again, his hand lingering this time.

His eyes drop to my mouth and he leans in slowly, his breath warm against my cheek. I’m frozen in place, scared to move or breathe. I’m almost in a near panic at what this means and what might occur, but then somehow, amazingly, miraculously, his lips are on mine.

So soft and sure, and every thought I have melts away. Lex kisses me with a slow deliberation, and somehow it’s everything I didn’t know I wanted.

My hands find their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I lean into him. I’m kissing Lex Hamilton, one of the best formula racers in the world.

Super rich.

Hot as hell.

Wanted by women everywhere.

And he’s kissing me.

The surety of his mouth against mine anchors me. The kitchen, the day, everything else fades as the kiss deepens, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

Lex’s lips are gentle at first, almost testing, as if he’s waiting for me to pull away.

But I don’t.

Instead, I lean into him, responding with a matched but quiet intensity. His breath mixes with mine as his hand tightens slightly on the back of my neck. He pulls me closer as the kiss grows bolder, more passionate. My hands press into his chest, feeling the solid warmth beneath his shirt as I hold on to him.

The world narrows down to only this—the heat between us, the taste of him, the way his lips move against mine, sparks of desire zapping through my entire body. He emits a soft sound, almost a sigh, from deep in his throat, and my heart races even faster.

Time slows as his tongue brushes against mine, teasing, exploring. It’s heady and intoxicating, and I lose myself in it, in him. Every sensation heightens—the press of his body against me, the warmth of his skin, the faint scent of his cologne.

Lex breaks the kiss, because I never would. He rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily and asks, “Do I have to apologize for that?”

My heart pounds in my chest, and I’m suddenly not sure where to go from here. “No apologies needed,” I whisper.

There’s a moment of silence, long enough that doubts creep in. But then Lex lifts his head and grins down at me, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. “Well, that was unexpected,” he says softly, his thumb brushing my cheek.

“It wasn’t on my bingo card,” I admit sheepishly and because it seems the right thing to do, I pull away from him.

I’m shocked when he growls, his eyes turning dark. His hand tightens on my neck, and he pulls me closer. “I’m going to kiss you again.”

“Why?” I ask breathlessly.

His voice is low and husky. “After that first kiss, you need to ask?”

I feel compelled to downplay it. “It was just a kiss.”

“A bloody good one. Bet I can make it better.”

The determination in his tone has me on the verge of incinerating, but in my mind, I can’t believe this is happening. “What is this? I mean… why are you doing this?”

Lex blinks in surprise. “Because you’re sexy as fuck—”

“I’m not—”

“You are, and you’re totally turning me on right now by denying it. So let’s see where it goes?”

I consider that offer and it sounds good. “You know if we keep on it will lead to sex.”

“Which would make me very happy indeed. I guarantee, I can, in turn, make you happy.”

His wicked smile does me in and my resolve melts. “But it’s just sex.”

“Why would it be anything else?” he asks, head tilted curiously.

Indeed, why would it be? Because in romance novels, you fall in love, but in real life, you lower your expectations. I chew on my bottom lip a moment before making a bold proclamation. “This can’t be anything more than a fling.”

Lex blinks in surprise before his lips curve devilishly. “Are you saying you want to have a fling with me?”

I stammer, flooded with embarrassment. “No, not at all. I just… what I mean is that if we were to… what I’m trying to say is—”

Lex’s mouth slams onto mine as he wraps his arm around my back. He still has hold of my neck and the pressure sends me a message.

I’m not going anywhere.

Gone is the gentle exploration and now it’s all fiery tongues tangling and teeth clashing. A long moan bubbles up from deep within me and Lex responds with a feral growl. Hand dropping to my ass, he grips it hard to pull me closer and I nearly die when I feel the thick ridge of his erection pressing into my belly.

This man wants me?

It’s a notion so shocking, I inadvertently rest my hands on his chest and push to put room between us. Lex lifts his head, staring down at me, a question in his eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask hesitantly.

Because… he can’t be attracted to someone like me. I’m nothing like the women these drivers go for.

Lex moves his hand from my neck to grip onto my hair. “How can you even ask that?” he chides, taking my other hand in his and pressing it to the thick bulge between us. “How can that be a question when you can feel how hard my cock is right now?”

And so there’s no mistaking what he’s saying, he wraps my fingers around his shaft over his pants and squeezes the girth. Lex closes his eyes and huffs out a breath, hips pressing forward for more friction.

We’re so close, I can feel his heat radiating through our clothing and the hardness of his body pressed against mine. It sends shivers down my spine and I gasp as he lowers his head to kiss me again. It’s fierce and unrelenting, a mix of dominance and desire that leaves me breathless and wanting more.

And damn it all to hell… I’m going to take more. “It’s just a fling,” I repeat against his mouth.

“Fine,” he mumbles. “A fling.”

New relationship defined, there are no barriers holding me back.

I struggle for freedom, wrenching my hand away only to tangle both in his hair. My nails dig into his scalp, eliciting a growl from him as he claims my mouth fully. I can’t help myself, my body squirming against his, caught up in a wildfire of lust and passion.

The heat emanating from his body is suffocating, burning me alive. His lips press urgently against mine, demanding and possessive. My mind reels as I surrender to the intensity of his touch, and I try to commit all these feelings to memory so I can pour them into my books and make my love scenes more authentic.

In one swift motion, Lex sweeps me into his arms—as swoon-worthy as I’d imagined when I write about it—and moves efficiently through the small house, right into my bedroom. My feet barely hit the floor before he’s stripping the clothes from my body. It’s like a tornado of action, his hands so sure and deft as he deprives me of every last stitch of material covering me except my bra and panties.

Thank God I love nice lingerie and have on a sexy matching set of peach lace.

But I’m still exposed and vulnerable to his predatory gaze. Lex’s eyes devour each inch of my skin, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. I’m so self-conscious I start to cover myself, but he grumbles, “Don’t you dare.”

Lex moves into me. His hands run down my bare arms, igniting a searing fire that spreads throughout my body. He pulls them away, staring at me with a ferocious hunger for a very long moment and then he grips onto my lace panties and pulls me closer, grinding our bodies together.

My fingers weave through his hair as we kiss again with reckless abandon. The weight of his muscular body against mine sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. “You’re driving me insane,” he rumbles into my ear before nipping at my neck.

His hand moves lower, dangerously close to my core, teasing and torturing me with each gentle caress. My hips involuntarily arch toward him, begging for more. Lex peppers soft kisses along my jawline before claiming my neck with possessive bites. He seems in no rush to do anything other than drive me crazy.

He bites and nibbles on the sensitive skin between my shoulder and neck. My body tenses with desire, yearning for more of his touch. With one hand brushing teasingly against my underwear, Lex slides a finger under the lace and plunges it deep inside me while biting down hard on the sensitive skin on my neck. I’m embarrassingly wet. The overwhelming mix of pleasure and fullness has me crying out in ecstasy, my hips thrusting uncontrollably against him.

“That’s it, Posey. Ride my fingers.” He adds another one and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. But just before I reach it, he pulls back and looks into my eyes with intense expectation. At that moment, I feel a strong connection unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

He leans in to kiss me, murmuring my name between each passionate kiss.

“Posey,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

I respond with a primal moan, unable to form words as his skilled fingers continue to work their magic.

“Want to know a secret?” Lex asks me, his own breathing ragged as he thrusts in and out, making me wetter than I’ve ever been.

I nod frantically, barely able to think straight as he brings me closer and closer to the brink.

“Well,” he whispers in my ear as he moves his thumb over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. “I’ve thought of doing this to you pretty much since the day we met.”

“Really?” I mumble, my fingers gripping into his shoulders.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, his mouth on my jaw. “I think about what you’ll look like when you come. I think about how you’ll sound. Are you a screamer or do you silently fall apart?”

“Oh God,” I moan, his words turning me on as much as his fingers. And his words… sexual poetry.

“Are you going to scream, Posey?” He circles my clit roughly with his finger.

I answer that question by indeed screaming out his name as waves of pure bliss crash through my body. I fracture completely, the intensity of the orgasm weakening my legs. Tears spring to my eyes.

My head lolls back as I groan out his name again, arching my hips against his hand. The room spins and my eyes squeeze shut tightly before snapping open to see Lex’s face hovering before mine, a victorious look playing on his face as his fingers continue to stroke to life more pulses of pleasure.

“Beautiful,” he breathes out reverently. “I want to see that again.”

Desire floods through me at his words, despite the fact that my body is already spent. I respond by arching my hips even higher, silently begging for more. His smile over my eagerness is practically lecherous.

He leans in to kiss me gently before reluctantly removing his hand from my underwear. A small whimper escapes my lips at the loss of contact.

“That was sexy as fuck,” he murmurs, sending electricity pulsing through my veins. “And there are countless ways I want to make you come for me. But first, let’s get you all the way naked.”

My heart races even faster at his words and I boldly unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Lex doesn’t even spare it a glance as he caresses my breasts with his eyes. My nipples harden under his heated stare.

He traces his gaze down my body before locking eyes with me again. “Your panties,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “Take them off.”

“I… I… can’t,” I mutter, a hot flush creeping up my body. Lex is a god and I’m just average. Ordinary. Not stick thin or model-esque.

“Posey,” he chides gently, instinctually knowing my hesitation. “You’re hot as fuck and I want to see it all.”

I know I said this was a fling, but his intuitiveness, kindness… a piece of my heart pulses with happiness and gratitude. It imbues me with a confidence I didn’t know I had but it also makes this very personal, and that could be dangerous.

With trembling hands, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and slowly slide them down until they pool at my feet. Stepping out of them, I kick them away.

Now standing completely naked before him, I start to feel self-conscious again. This is a new level of vulnerability for me—exposing myself so intimately to someone else.

“Come here,” Lex says in a husky voice, so heavy with lust that it ignites a fire within me. I walk to him, gasping as his hands go to my waist, spinning us both around. He takes a step back, sits on the edge of my bed and pulls me to stand between his legs. Leaning forward, he places soft kisses on my stomach, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips. That feathery touch sends waves of pleasure through me and I grip his shoulders. It’s tender and sexual at the same time and no man has ever done this to me before.

No man has ever cared to take the time and it’s showing me a side of Lex that endears him to me.

Lex’s lips trail a scorching path up my body, leaving me quivering with anticipation. He lavishes each of my nipples with slow, deliberate kisses and sucks, igniting a desire that threatens to consume me whole. I moan in pleasure, unable to resist the pull of his touch.

He leans back to gaze at me, his thumbs tracing delicate patterns on my hips. “You’re really quite beautiful,” he whispers, and I don’t think it’s a line. I’m already committed and he knows it.

Besides… I can see the naked honesty in his eyes.

My heart races at his words, but before I can react, he stands from the bed and commands me to undress him. With trembling hands, I comply without hesitation. My movements aren’t as deft and assured as his. While I’ve had lovers, I’ve never undressed one and I take great pleasure that when my fingers touch his skin his muscles jump. With every inch exposed, I find myself more emboldened. As I reach for the waistband of his jeans, Lex’s hand stops mine and guides it across his bare abs and up his chest. The power dynamic between us shifts as I take control under his guidance.

I run my hands over every curve and dip of his torso, feeling empowered by the effect I have on him. “That’s it,” he encourages softly. “Now take the rest of my clothes off.”

I’m more graceful as I work open his pants, sliding them down as he toes off his shoes. His cock springs free, so very hard and beautiful.

When he stands naked in front of me, I am struck by the sheer masculinity of him. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him and my body starts to drop, but he stops me with a gentle touch at my throat.

“Not now,” he breathes huskily, and then already commits to more. “Next time.”

Under his intense gaze, I am powerless to deny him anything. This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, primal and raw, yet filled with a heady mix of freedom and submission.

Lex continues to hold me still as he decides our next move, igniting all my needs with just one look.

My pulse increases as he inches closer, his lips so close to mine I can feel his warm breath on my face. But instead of a gentle kiss, he trails his lips down my neck, leaving fire in his wake. He reaches my collarbone and his tongue makes contact, eliciting a gasp from me. His touch is electric, sending sparks through my body as he kisses me with a tenderness I didn’t think he possessed. He’s a man who’s all hard and fast, but the reverence with which he treats me tells me there’s more to Lex Hamilton than I could have imagined.

His stubble grazes my skin, adding a delicious edge to the sensation, and as he pulls me closer I revel in the raw strength of his body against mine. My skin burns where it meets his, and I feel the throbbing heat of his arousal pressing against me.

Then his mouth is on mine again and this kiss is unprecedented. He finally unleashes his desire and it consumes me completely, igniting every nerve ending until all I can think about is crawling inside him for more.

Lex lifts me effortlessly and carries me to the bed. After lying me down gently, he kneels between my legs, gazing at me with longing in his eyes.

“Do you want this?” he asks.

My answer is a desperate whisper: “Yes.”

“Say it then, Posey.” His voice rumbles with authority.

“Say what?” I rasp, unsure of what he wants.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

I’m so stunned by the blatant command, I blink dumbly at him even as I feel a flush across my chest. I lick my lips, my throat dry, but I manage to do exactly what he ordered. “I want you to fuck me, Lex.”

A smile spreads across his face at my response before he places rough, calloused hands on my knees and pushes them apart. His gaze never leaves my body as he takes in every inch of me, tremors rippling up my spine. “Soon,” is all he promises.

Lex’s finger trails between my legs and I involuntarily arch my hips off the bed as a cry escapes my lips. I can’t take another orgasm this way, at the mercy of his hands, but he has something else in mind. Scooting down my body, he blazes another trail of hot kisses over my breasts and down my body to that secret place. I’m suddenly shy again and attempt to close my legs but his wide shoulders prevent that and besides, he growls one word, “Don’t.”

Then his mouth is on me and he shows no mercy, eagerly exploring every inch with his mouth, tongue and fingers. The intensity of the sensations has me immediately begging, “Stop. Don’t. Wait… don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Lex chuckles, the rumble of his laugh vibrating over my clit, which he then sucks into his mouth, causing me to buck. It’s too intense and my eyes close, ultimately giving in to riding this wave of crazy, mind-blowing pleasure with the hottest guy I know, his face buried between my legs.

This is a whole new experience for me, something other lovers would never have thought to do. But Lex is enjoying this, and I can tell by his determination and the sexy sounds he’s making. The way he looks up my body at me every so often to see my reactions. He makes me feel alive in ways I didn’t know were possible.

I bite down on my cheek to hold back the screams of pleasure as Lex continues his relentless assault on my senses. My hips buck uncontrollably and I realize that my hands are tightly gripping his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

As I approach the edge of bliss, I am completely lost in the intensity of the moment. And when I finally reach the peak, it’s like an explosion rocketing through every inch of my trembling body. I see fucking stars.

Lex’s name is the only word on my lips as he brings me to my second blistering orgasm of the night.

I’m limp, nearly lifeless, all my energy drained. Lex rolls off the bed, rummages around in his pants and pulls his wallet free. He grins down at me as he fishes out a condom and tears open the foil packet with practiced ease. He stares at me as he sheaths himself. “I like the look of you all helpless and worn out. It will make you more malleable.”

I didn’t think I had the energy to muster, but my pulse quickens again at his dirty words and the sight of his beautiful body looming at the edge of the bed. He is a breathtaking sight. His confidence and lack of modesty only add to his already godlike appearance.

Lex crawls on the bed, a wild look in his eyes as he positions himself between my legs. Kneeling above me, he runs his hands up my body, sparking more flames of lust. My head falls back in surrender as he teases my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “What do you want, Posey?”

“You,” I whisper.

His eyes blaze with desire. “Give me more details.”

“I want you inside me,” I answer, my voice heavy with need.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, even though I’ve already admitted I did.

His dirty words cause my core to clench and I don’t mind repeating the sentiment. “God, yes.”

With a predatory grin, Lex covers my body with his own and claims my lips in a fierce kiss. I taste myself on his tongue as he presses himself against my heat, teasing and taunting me until I am writhing beneath him.

Using one arm to lift my leg, he spreads me wider and enters me slowly, savoring every inch of our union. My body trembles with anticipation as he takes his time, and when he is fully inside me, I feel complete.

Lex pulls away from my mouth and looks down at our joined bodies. “Look at us, Posey,” he growls, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. “I think we might be made for each other.”

Sexual poetry, I tell you.

I follow his gaze and the sight of us together is almost too much to handle. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, bringing us both higher and higher. His lips find my neck, kissing me with a tenderness that only intensifies the pleasure coursing through me.

As our movements become faster and more urgent, Lex’s grip on me tightens. He holds my leg up around his waist and wraps his arm around the back of my head, pulling our bodies closer together until we are locked tightly.

With each thrust, I continue to soar. Lex hits all the right spots, each thrust causing me to grunt and curse in the most unladylike way, and I couldn’t care less.

His breaths are hot against my ear as he whispers, “You feel so fucking good, Posey. I could get used to this.” And at that moment, I know that I will never get enough of him. It’s the romantic in me, I’m sure, but it feels like we’re two halves of a whole, connected in an indescribable way that touches me deeper than I’d care for it to.

Lex thrusts harder, faster—skin slapping against skin—and my muscles tense in anticipation as another climax builds, threatening to overtake me in a tumultuous rush.

“I’m going to come again,” I gasp, my voice trembling with both fear and excitement. It’s impossible, yet I feel that tension deep in my belly and between my legs.

“I know you are,” Lex rumbles against my skin, his movements becoming more primal as he seeks to extract every bit of pleasure from me.

And then it hits like a tidal wave, crashing with devastating force. I bite down on Lex’s shoulder, allowing the intense pleasure to ravage my senses. Lex thrusts deep and goes utterly still. I can feel the muscles in his back bunch up under my palms and he orgasms with a guttural groan of my name.

I’m utterly wrecked. Three orgasms. Three devastating orgasms and the realization Lex Hamilton, a man who wouldn’t look twice at me under ordinary circumstances, is still twitching inside my body. I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone, but for the life of me, I can’t imagine leaving it.

Suddenly, I’m so very tired, not wanting to process the emotions of this event any further. I’m vaguely aware of Lex pulling away, the cool air providing relief for our sweat-soaked bodies. He rolls onto his side, bringing me with him and dragging the corner of the blanket over us.

At this moment, I feel simultaneously untouchable and vulnerable. My heart races as I bask in the aftermath of pure bliss, knowing that nothing will ever compare to this in my new and transformed life. It is the ultimate high, and I am addicted to its euphoria.