Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

Lex

T he house is empty and dark when I arrive, but I’m not concerned. I know Posey is with Maeve and our dinner reservations aren’t for another hour.

I sit at the kitchen table and resist the urge to text her. I’ve never before sent the words to a woman, “Where are you?” or “When will you be home?” but fuck if that’s not what I want to do because I simply can’t wait to see her.

Today’s been the first day that we’ve spent mostly separated. I’ve become so used to Posey being my shadow that I’d not realized she’d become a comfort to me throughout the day. Now that she’s become my lover, well… is that why I’ve missed her today?

I fucking loved having her at the track watching me test the car. It made the thrill of speed all the sweeter knowing her eyes were on me.

But we parted ways as I flew back on the helicopter and she rode with Maeve. I didn’t see her the rest of the day as Spencer gave her some time and I had meetings with the engineers and strategists, as well as marketing promotions and interviews Maeve hustled me to.

Late afternoon I broke and asked Maeve, trying to sound casual, “Where’s Posey?”

“Oh, she went to the house. Said she had some work to do on the article before we go out tonight.”

I kept my smile to myself. Article means book and I was actually glad that Posey took time away from me and Crown Velocity to do some writing. Since living with her at the Airbnb the last five days, I’ve seen how she’s been burning the candle at both ends. She works late into the night, not just translating her imagination via her laptop, but she does marketing and administrative work. I asked her about it one night and got quite the education on what it means to be a self-published author.

It frankly means that she does everything, and I’ve come to realize that crafting a story is but one small part of what makes up her business.

There’s a bit of guilt that I kept her occupied in bed last night so yeah, I’m glad she took the rest of the day today to work on her own stuff.

I swivel my head upon the key rattling in the lock and then Posey’s walking through the door, her cheeks reddened by the chilled air and her hair tousled from the wind. She’s got her ugly green coat on, which she shrugs out of, hanging it on the coat rack.

“You’re late,” I say, causing her to jump as she’d not seen me in the kitchen.

She turns, hand pressed to her chest, and glares at me. “Lurk much? And I’m not late.”

“I know.” I grin, rising from the chair and moving into the living room. She watches me with wide eyes as I move right into her body, hands to her hips so I can pull her in for a blistering kiss. When I lift my head, her eyes are glazed and there’s a faint smile on her lips. “Did you miss me today?”

“I saw you today,” she points out, not willing to give in to such sentiments.

“I only got a very brief kiss.”

Posey slaps my arm lightly. “Which was completely reckless by the way. Someone could have seen us.”

“Why is that a problem?” I ask.

“Because… I’m a journalist… or supposed to be. Doing an article on you and Crown Velocity. It would be highly unethical for me to sleep with you.”

I lift an eyebrow, a coy look in place. “As opposed to pretending to be a journalist to get the inside scoop for your romance novel being highly ethical.”

Posey rolls her eyes, unwilling to bristle under my poking. “You know what I mean, and besides… you hiding the truth makes you complicit, so I’m protecting us both. Just… keep your distance from me when we’re around others.”

“Fine.” Laughing, I pick her up and give her a twirl. “I love how you like to be all aloof with me. Unwilling to admit you might have missed me. It’s cute.”

When I set her down, she pushes at my chest. “This is just a fling, Lex.”

“So you’ve said on more than one occasion,” I reply dryly. “I guess there’s no need to go out to the fancy dinner I’d planned then?”

I can see a flicker of indecision cross her face and that heartens me. Posey might want to say this is a fling, but I’m seeing a woman right now who might want to add a bit more romance into the equation.

But then it’s gone, her shield back in place and that stubborn chin lifts a little higher. “I don’t need a fancy dinner. It’s just sex.”

Admittedly, a sharp pang hits the center of my chest, but I brush it off. She wants to play casual? I can do that. I shrug. “Let’s go fuck, then.”

As expected, she jerks a bit, surprised by my crudity. I’m hoping it might force her to ask for that dinner.

Once again, she recovers with a wicked smile. “What’s a fling if not for fucking?”

Christ, that’s good and I have to restrain myself from laughing.

So be it.

I’m unable to resist the overwhelming urge to claim this woman. Not invite her to bed or gently persuade her with seduction, but to haul her off for my personal pleasure. This sweet girl is a mystery and I wonder if I’ll ever figure out why she appeals to my base male instincts.

With a fierce determination, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, quickly making my way to the bedroom. Posey places her hands on my back, steadying herself, but I hear a tiny giggle just as I toss her onto the bed.

Then I’m on her and we’re both shedding our clothes, only interrupted by stolen kisses and fumbling gropes. Her eyes burn with fiery lust, driving away the innocent picture of that sweet, Southern girl that I first laid eyes on.

Posey looks up at me, a seductive grin playing on her lips. She doesn’t say a word but I can read her thoughts.

Do with me what you will, Lex.

I intend to. How could I not? The intensity between us is palpable, so thick I could cut it with a knife. It’s driving me bonkers with need to be inside her.

Posey turns into the seductress, propping herself on her elbows, thrusting her perfectly shaped breasts toward me. Gone is the shy girl from the other night who was afraid to expose her body to me.

I wonder what changed for her. I reach out, drag a knuckle across her nipple and ask, “You’ve turned awful bold, Ms. Evans.”

Her lips twitch. “I’m in character. I’m being a bold, sensual heroine from one of my novels. A woman who embraces sex and has confidence in herself.”

I pause my touch, tilt my head. “You don’t have to pretend to be that. I find you quite confident.”

“I’m really not,” she admits softly, laying her hand over mine and pushing me back toward her breast. “But tonight I will be.”

That works for me because I’m convinced the more we do this, the more this will be natural to her. She’ll get used to me, crave me the way I crave her, and…

And then she’ll go back to America.

I banish the thought and take her nipple in my mouth. Posey gasps, threads her fingers through my hair. I grip her hip, sliding my hand over her luscious ass to give it a good squeeze.

Every touch fans the fire within, and yet it’s not enough.

Need more.

I push her legs apart roughly and slide my hands up her thighs. Posey’s eyes flutter closed as she leans back against the pillows, ready and willing to surrender to whatever pleasures I have in store for her.

I claim her with the hunger of a beast, using my lips, tongue, teeth and fingers. I’m relentless, driving her to new heights of ecstasy.

She matches my intensity with fierce demands of her own.

“More, Lex.”

“Harder.”

“Don’t slow down.”

“Yes, just like that. It’s perfect.”

She shows no fear or hesitation in expressing exactly what she wants from me, and I fucking give it to her. Every sound that escapes her lips fuels my own lust, making my dick hard as a rock and weeping to get inside her. I’m on the brink of insanity but I want—no need—her to come first.

When her cries turn into desperate whimpers, I lash at her clit with my tongue, shove two fingers inside her tight channel and then feel the exquisite grip of her muscles as she orgasms with a scream. I lick her through it, relishing in every trembling muscle and sob from the pulses of pleasure, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been more satisfied in my entire sexual life than I am right now.

I pull away and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth with a wicked grin. She smiles at me with bleary eyes, still catching her breath as a beautiful flush spreads across her skin.

My eyes roam over the gorgeous, sated creature for a moment, memorizing the way I wrecked her. Then I’m slipping on a condom and flipping Posey onto her front. She gasps in surprise but without any urging from me, lifts to her hands and knees.

Sticks that ass out toward me in invitation and I don’t waste a single moment.

I position myself behind her, feeling the intense rush of need pooling low. My blood thunders through my veins as I take myself in hand, unable to resist the primal urge to claim her once and for all.

I know I could be gentler, but I enter her with a force that leaves us both gasping for air. I hold tight to her hips, afraid I might buckle from the intense sensation overload. But then Posey’s pushing back against me, gyrating her hips in a silent demand to get moving.

So I do.

I hunch over her, thrusting with long, hard strokes. Feels so fucking good and it’s raw, untamed and utterly perfect. The pleasure’s overwhelming and I find myself almost babbling to her. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her with sincere adoration, because it’s true. “So bloody addictive.”

She grunts in response as I slam into her.

“I won’t go easy on you now, love,” I warn her with a dark chuckle as I tunnel in and out of her body.

“You… better… not,” she gasps with each thrust.

My balls pulse with desperate need and I grit my teeth, trying to stave off that final rush to the finish line. I want it to last longer, all night, forever, but I’m so lost to the storm of sensations and the emotions they’re producing, I find myself balancing right on the edge of release.

Slow down. That’s what I’ll do.

Slow it all down.

But then Posey throws her head back, her spine arching deep and she comes so violently I’m not sure what’s happening. Then I feel the rippling grip of her pussy and realize she’s coming again.

It’s my undoing.

There’s no stopping it now as I plant deep and give in to the rush of ecstasy. I explode within her, my entire body spasming. It feels like a million electrical impulses over every inch of my skin and I groan like a man dying, but in fact, I know that this is real living.

I shudder, my entire body going weak after the expenditure of energy that orgasm produced and for self-preservation, I lower us gently to the mattress. I roll to my side, bringing Posey to spoon in front of me and I think to myself, If I died right now, I wouldn’t complain about it .

At first, I’m too exhausted to string words together but then I notice that as the silence has stretched, Posey hasn’t said a word either.

My arm tightens around her waist and I give her a squeeze. “You okay?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

I smile, kiss the back of her head. “Can you speak?”

She grunts and shakes her head.

“Did I break you?” I ask.

“In the best of ways,” she whispers.

She snuggles back into me and that slight move… her coming to me for warmth, comfort, tenderness… it makes me feel bloody awesome. I’ve never been a cuddler or spooned a woman after we fucked. But I admit, it’s a damn good place to be with Posey.

It also compels me to ask, “I’m going to visit my parents this weekend. Some relaxation before we leave for Bahrain. Would you like to come with me?”

She doesn’t answer me right away and I can practically hear the gears turning in her head. Does this take us out of fling territory or can she spin it off as research?

And finally, she says, “Yeah… I’d like that.”