“Would you? Would you have arrived at Demon’s Lair on Cole’s bike knowing what we were going to do? That you were going to leave the party with another man?” I shake my head at Alex’s penetrating gaze. “No, I didn’t think you would. Now, go take a bath while I order food.”
The bathroom is just as decadent as the bedroom with its gold trimmed black-and-white tiles. The tub, large and round. Before I can sink into the tub, there are several steps to climb. The aroma of lilies teases my nose and as I lean back against the tub, the heat of the water and the oils of the bubble bath soak into my skin. I’ve found heaven without Alex’s touch, and I close my eyes. Five minutes I promise myself. A knock on the bathroom door jerks me awake, causing me to blink several times at the closed door.
“Yes.”
“Food’s arrived.”
I nod as I climb out of the tub, grab one of the large towels, then glance at my jeans and tee-shirt thrown on the floor and grimace. My skin is warm and clean. I don’t fancy redressing in soiled clothes. A quick scan of the bathroom reveals a red hotel dressing gown on the hook of the door, and I grab it. In the bedroom, I find Alex slouched on the low green couch. his head resting on the long head rest with his eyes closed, and the air leaves my body as I walk over to him. In front of the couch is a serving trolley.
“You look comfy.” Alex doesn’t open his eyes as he holds his hand out to me, which I accept as he pulls me on to his lap. “I thought we were going to eat.”
His hand slips between the opening of the dressing gown. His fingers warm as he strokes my inner thigh. “We are. There’s no rush.”
“Are you tired?”
Alex thrusts his hips against me. “Does that feel like I’m tired?”
“No.”
“Feed me.”
“What.”
“I’m too comfy to move. Feed me.”
“I think you mean lazy.” I reach over for the steak, frowning when I see there’s only one plate. “Didn’t you order me any food?”
“I thought we’d share.”
The tormenting touch of Alex’s fingers against my flesh is driving me crazy, and I nearly drop the plate as I try to steady my fingers. The steak is moist and tender, and I slice a piece off and pop into my mouth. “This is good.” I pop another piece in and chew. “Oh, god. Alex, you’ve never tasted anything so divine.” My world tumbles and the plate balancing on my knee slides to the floor with a clatter. When I open my eyes, I’m on my back with Alex looming over me. The blue of his eyes, black as he watches my face. His grip firm on my wrists, and I clench the fork. “Shit, Alex. I could have choked.” I swallow the chewed-up meat.
“I’d have given you the kiss of life.”
“More like the kiss of death.”
Alex chuckles as he leans back. His fingers sure and swift as he parts the dressing gown. His gaze sweeps over my naked body. The pulse in my clit throbs and I stop breathing as I watch him. He slips his finger to my pussy lips, parting the swollen flesh. As he caresses the sensitive flesh, my toes curl. “I’ll be giving you the kiss of death soon.” As he leans forward, my legs fall open, giving him the access his needs. His mouth is above mine and I wet my lips. “I’m about to taste the purest divine honey.”
I blink as cream gathers at the top of my thighs. “I’m not sure I like my meat hard.”
Alex’s chuckle vibrates against my throat and I close my eyes as his fingers continue to stroke me. “You’ll find my meat is just right.”
His touch makes it difficult for me to think. In my fight to ease the growing coils in my lower stomach, I push my feet into the soft carpet and watch the fan spin.
“Who do you think I am. Goldilocks?”
Alex pulls back, his gaze steady. “No. Neither are you sleeping beauty waiting to be woken.”
“How about Snow White?”
Alex caresses the flesh over my hip. Although I’m still wearing the thick dressing gown a shiver slithers through me and I melt a little. “No. You’re only going to ever have one man, not seven.” Alex nips the flesh of my shoulder. “And especially not at the same time.”
“I could be a dancing princess.”
“And I’ll follow you every night. Never telling anyone your secret.” Alex’s lips are on mine. His tongue dancing with mine as he thrust against me.
The coarse material of his jeans heightened the rough tingle zipping through me. If he was to touch my clit, I’d come all over his hand without hesitation. Then he’s pulling back.
“But you’re no princess either.”
“What am I then?” Alex’s finger trails over my forehead, then down my nose. His touch soft as he swipes it over my lips. My breath is tight in my throat as his barely touch teases my flesh. My pulse throbs when his finger hovers over the slight dip at my throat. Then his touch slips lower. When he reaches my breasts, he traces circles around the quivering flesh, and my stomach clenches. My nipple grows hard, ridged and hurt as his finger circles closer and closer to the pink nub. The blood gathers, throbbing, engorging the flesh of the nib as it aches for his touch. When he finally reaches the crest, he
