“Holy mother of god, why do you always smell so good, Honor?” he asks softly after burying his nose in my hair for a moment.
“To repeat your own words, because I shower regularly,” I reply dryly.
He laughs. “I could spend the whole night like this, standing here with your scent in my nostrils.”
I sigh. “I’m not sure whether to find that sweet or sick.”
“Sweet, of course … no, wait. I’m not a sweet guy; I’m a tough rock’n’roller,” he says, laughing. “I just enjoy being close to you, and your scent lulling me. I feel amazing when you’re with me.”
I close my eyes. “Why do you always say nice things like that when you aren’t in asshole mode?”
“Because you’re special, Honor. You make me laugh when nobody else can. You make me think when I’m convinced there’s nothing worth thinking about. You let me be myself, help me be myself just by being around,” he murmurs, kissing my hair again.
I swallow. Oh god, that was so sweet and touching that tears start to form in my eyes.
“In you I’ve found someone who knows that I’m far from perfect, but still treats me as if I was.” He sighs. “Try finding someone who treats you like that. You are the first woman to make me feel like this, believe me, and I appreciate that so much.”
“Oh god, Lex, stop saying stuff like that,” I demand with a sniffle and pull away from him.
He puts his finger under my chin and forces me to look at him. “Why are you crying?”
“Because your words touched me,” I answer softly, cautiously wiping the tears away. Thank god for waterproof makeup.
“Geez,” he smirks and catches a single tear with his thumb. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I breathe deeply and fan myself. “The wind stung my eyes, okay? Otherwise, the others are going to strangle you for making me cry again.”
“Guys, are you coming?” Lane cries.
“Yep, just a second.” Alexis stubs out the cigarette and takes my hand again. We walk over to the car together, but I pull my hand from his grip before we’re in sight of the others. “Can’t we take two cabs? The van is kind of conspicuous.”
“We’re taking the van and get out at the club’s back door. It’s all been arranged,” Lane says.
Alexis gives her a skeptical look, but she merely shrugs her shoulders. “Don’t look at me like that. Joel said that’s the way we should do it.”
I get into the backseat of the van, and Alexis follows me, but I can see that his mood has been dampened. “Is everything okay?” I ask softly.
He leans over. “I’m just annoyed that we can never act like normal people. If we take a cab, Joel thinks everybody’s going to recognize us,” he whispers.
“What’s that top-secret conspiracy-whispering back there?” Azer asks as he turns around in his seat.
I merely look at him with a raised eyebrow, and he turns back around. “At least there’s only a driver now, not another security guy. So it’s practically a large cab for almost normal people,” I tell Alexis with a cheerful smile.
“Yeah, almost.”
“Just let yourself go with the music, honor. That’s what I do!” She calls when the music becomes faster.
“I’m trying!”
Lane comes over, puts her hands on my waist, and sets a pace that I don’t know I can keep up with. I feel as if I’m just hopping and flopping around. “And now use your arms, like this …” She raises her arms, folds her hands, and rotates her hips.
“I can’t do that!” I burst into laughter, even though at the same time it’s deeply embarrassing.
“Just try to do what I do!”
“Okay!” I raise my arms the way she did, shake my ass to the beat, and let my hands move in some vaguely oriental way. Back and forth, it’s only back and forth.
“That looks good!” She smiles at me and gives me a thumbs-up. I ought to call her ‘Miss Like’, because she keeps doing that.
Hands on my hips, and then Alexis’s voice in my ear: “I thought it was time to take over. It’s more fun if you have a partner.”
I turn around while his hands brush over my stomach first, and then my back. When I face him again, I put my arms around his neck. He hasn’t stopped moving, and now he pulls me close, but I don’t mind. When he’s dancing with me, I no longer feel like I’m making a fool of myself. Instead, it’s fun all of a sudden.
Alexis is wearing a skintight black t-shirt, light blue jeans, and mussed-up hair. Which must be a side effect of our dance, since they were gelled back only a few minutes ago. Now a few unruly strands are falling into his eyes. People often think that rockers needed to look unkempt and scruffy, but they’re wrong. I prefer those that look like gentlemen. Guys like Alexis and his friends. If you saw them on the street, you wouldn’t think they played rock music. Granted, they were becoming more and more of a boy band for a while, but now they’ve really gone back to their roots. It took a lot of talking and convincing before their management agreed that this was a good move. They did have the better arguments. Mike told me all about that when we went out to dinner one evening in Japan. We had sushi, and that spoiled my preference for fish forever. I can’t really say why, but I didn’t like it at all. The fish was very fresh, but the strange taste and texture in my mouth was horrible. I don’t even know if I can ever eat grilled or cooked fish again. Alexis pulls me closer, until my chest is pressed against his. Then he puts his hands on my ass.
I tilt my head back, gaze his eyes. “What are you up to, Kingston?”
He laughs. “Just a slow dance.”
“Oh, I see,” I reply in mock seriousness.
He puts his hand on my left leg, lifts it and wraps it around his hip. When he’s made sure that I still have my balance, he leans forward like a tango dancer, forcing me to lean back. I arch my back as far as possible, and he holds me by my waist and sways me back and forth, as if we’d suddenly caught the rockabilly bug, and were dancing old-fashioned rock’n’roll. When he pulls me back upright, I laugh out loud with joy and then wrap my arms around his neck. “See, you’re not even half bad at this, if you let me take the lead.”
“Since when are you such a master dancer?” I mock him.
“Since I gave him a few lessons,” Lane chimes in as she waltzes past us with Gavin. Not literally, of course, as their dance is anything but a waltz.
“Really?” I ask Alexis, genuinely curious.
His face is red. “Nope.”
I burst out laughing. “Why are you lying? You’re blushing all over.”
“Alright, yes, I took a few dance lessons with her; I wanted to be able to do more than just follow our choreographies on stage.”
“Uh-hu.”
“Stop making fun of me. You could use a few classes with Lane yourself, to get rid of that stiffness.”
“I know a few places where I’m much more lissome,” I counter, but then I clamp a hand over my mouth. It’s the damn alcohol talking!
“Ooh, tell me more,” he says in a husky voice, far too close to my ear. Then he turns his head so I can speak into his ear.
His scent envelops me, making me all but swoon. “Let’s just say I’m doing fine horizontally, sometimes even vertically, depending on the position.” Then I bite his earlobe. Dear god, what has gotten into me? I’ve only had three or four of these cocktails. Maybe it’s my pent-up lust, which I haven’t had a chance of releasing since the last time I slept with Alexis. Not counting several lonely nights alone with myself in my hotel room.
He growls low in his throat, and I can feel the reverberations of that through my entire body. When he presses against me, I can feel the bulge in his pants. We both drank alcohol, we’re both sexually frustrated – at least that’s what I assume – and I guess we’re also both pretty horny. “If we were at the hotel right now, you’d be naked and under me already, and I’d be fucking you now,” he whispers into my ear, barely audible over the music.
“Why wait so long?”
<
br /> “Do you want to feign tiredness, so we can get out of here?”
“Let’s dance for a little while longer, and then I will yawn theatrically,” I reply with a mischievous smile.
He laughs and then nods. He presses his crotch against me, and that is enough to arouse me. The sure knowledge that he wants me, acts like an aphrodisiac. I rub against him, wanting to feel him right through the thin fabric of my pants.
Alexis’s hands caress my sides, my back, my arms, making me feel as if he’s got tentacles that are everywhere at the same time. “I cannot wait any longer.”
I pretend that I’m yawning.
“Tired?” Gavin inquires.
“Terribly tired. I think I’m going back to the hotel.”
Lane puts a hand on my arm. “Do you want us to go with you?”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll take a cab.”
“I’ll go with her. I’m pretty exhausted and should catch some sleep, so I’ll be ready for the big show tomorrow,” Alexis chimes in.
Gavin raises an eyebrow. “Alright. You go to bed and get some sleep.” He winks at Alexis before shaking his head.
“Why are you being weird?” Lane asks him, but he merely shakes his head again. “Forget it, babe,” he dismisses it, pulls her close, and distracts her with a few wicked dance moves.
I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.”
“Don’t get lost in a strange city,” Gavin says, clearly amused.
Alexis turns to me. “I’ll get our jackets. Wait for me by the entrance?”
“By the back exit, right?”
“Right. You can tell the bouncer that we need a cab.”
I nod at him and we split up. I can feel a bubbling anticipation take hold of my body, and my heart starts to beat faster, but in a good way. No sign of hyperventilation or another collapse.
When I reach the back door, I ask one of the broad-shouldered guys to call a cab for two people. He nods, and only a few moments later Alexis is back. He helps me into my jacket and we say goodbye to the guy before leaving the club.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he murmurs impatiently when we are at the door to my room, but I’m still searching for my key card. He takes my purse from me, pulls out the card, and opens the door. He pushes me inside, kicks the door shut with his foot, and then pushes me back towards the bed. We drop most of our clothes on the way there. Then we tumble onto the mattress in our underwear. Alexis kisses me roughly, with a wild abandon that I haven’t seen in him before. He opens the front clasp of my bra and pulls it off me. If I hadn’t worn the tube top today, I would now be able to drive him a little crazy with the straps of my bra. My lips curve into a private smile at that thought, and my hands slide down his back until they reach his boxers. I pull them down a little, revealing his fabulous ass. He helps me by taking off his underwear. Then he pulls down my panties. Both items sail across the room. Alexis spreads my legs, leans over me and penetrates me without waiting. I moan loudly, clawing at his back, making him hiss with a mix of pleasure and pain, and wrap my legs around his hips. He pulls back, and then thrusts into me again. It’s fast and hard, and more arousing than ever, which might be due to the fact that we both haven’t had sex in a few weeks. I match his rhythm, grind my hips against his. I feel him inside me with an even greater intensity than I recall; he stretches and arouses me further with each thrust, while his kisses give me wings and make me soar. It feels ridiculously good, and I lift my head to finally taste his lips once again. He drowns my moans with a devouring kiss that ends in a passionate duel of tongues. Our sweating bodies rub against each other. Each brush of his chest across my nipples serves to drive me even wilder, sending strokes of electricity through my body and down into my crotch, where a massive orgasm is building up. I know that this round is only the beginning, but I still want to savor and delay it, since it seems as if this is our make-up sex, not just simple ‘We’re both drunk, so let’s fuck’-sex.
Alexis breaks the kiss and murmurs: “Look at me, honey, I want to see you come,” his final words drowned in a deep moan.
I look into his eyes, put my hands on his shoulders, then caress his neck, and finally lay my hands on his cheeks. I close my eyes.
“Please look at me,” he whispers, so I open my eyes again. Alexis’s thrusts become even harder, more erratic, until he suddenly presses himself against me with such a force that I burst in an explosion of colors.
“Oh my god!” I cry out as my entire body is wracked by spasms, before going limp with utter release. I feel him spending himself inside me, moaning loudly with the relief of his climax. When both of us have returned to earth, he kisses my forehead, then the spot between my eyebrows, and lastly the tip of my nose.
“Hey,” he whispers.
“Hi.” I smile at him, but in the dim light of the wall lamp, it must look more like a grimace.
Alexis strokes my cheek and rakes a hand through my hair. “How are you feeling?”
“Alive.” I lift my head, kiss the corner of his mouth, and slowly unwrap my legs from his hips.
We gaze into each other’s eyes in silence, remaining in this position for a long moment. “I’ve missed you.”
I utter an amused snort. “I’ve missed you, too, Lex.”
“I hope this isn’t just a result of all the alcohol we drank tonight,” he murmurs, sounding a little sad.
I take his face into my hands. “What counts is the here and now, not what happens tomorrow.”
“But I want to know what happens tomorrow, because I don’t want to live it if I know that it doesn’t count for you.”
I take a deep breath. “We’re going to wake up together, so stop worrying about the rest.” I offer him a reassuring smile.
“But there will still be a wall between us.”
“It’s slowly crumbling.”
He smiles a little, before rolling over with me in his arms, so I come out on top. “I hope I can tear it down someday.”
“Someday,” I promise softly and close my eyes to savor the intimacy we’re sharing. “Don’t dream of tomorrow when you can live in the now, Lex.”
“I dream of tomorrow and live in the now, honey.” He kisses my forehead, while his forefinger draws circles on my back. “Don’t you dare fall asleep on me now. I mean, literally.”
“I just want to enjoy the moment.” I turn my head and shower his chest with light, lazy kisses.
Alexis rolls over again so he is on top, which makes me giggle. “I’ll slip into the bathroom quickly, okay?”
“Sure.”
He pulls away from me and gets up, disappears into the bathroom. “Don’t fall asleep, Honor.”
“I won’t.” I throw back the covers and get up. Then I sit down again with the room service menu. I’m suddenly starving, not even sure what I’m in the mood for, but I know I need something to munch on. “Are you hungry?” I call out.
“Depends on what you want to eat.”
“I have no idea; that’s why I’m asking.”
“Strawberries.”
“And champagne?”
“If you’re in the mood.”
“I’ll take the strawberries, but I don’t need the champagne,” I reply with a laugh.
He returns, naked like a Greek god, and I take in the spectacle, wide-eyed and appreciative. “You know that they only serve small things at this time of night, don’t you?”
“Strawberries are small things. Wash them and put them in a bowl, easy as that,” I point out dryly.
Alexis stalks over to the bed, takes the menu from my hands, and flings it across the room. “I’m not going to give you time to eat, so you don’t need to order anything.” He pushes me backwards and looms over me.
I look into his toffee-colored eyes, smile up at him. “I hope you know that a hungry woman is a force to be reckoned with.”
“Not if a man can satisfy her hunger.”
“And you think you can?”
“I’m pretty sure.”
He cups my breast, and then his fingertips draw circles around my nipple, which pebbles expectantly. He smiles and moves downwards, putting his lips around the rose-colored bud, which strains against his touch. When he sucks on my nipple, I moan softly. His fingertips caress my other nipple, circling and gently teasing it. Then they move into the valley between my breasts, and further down, until they start to circle my belly button. I close my eyes. His lips leave my left nipple to take care of my right one, while his fingers move even lower.
“Oh,” I blurt when his fingertips touch my clit. “Lex.” It sounds like a sigh.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head since I’m barely able to speak.
He massages my clit while his teeth are grazing my nipple. The nerves in my thighs twitch. His lips caress my cleavage, my throat and my lower jaw, and then they reach mine, sealing my moan with another passionate kiss. Our tongues wrestle for the upper hand, leaving me breathless and ready to go again. I push my hands between us and wrap it around his cock. I move it up and down slowly, eliciting another deep moan from him.
Alexis pulls away from me and flips me over onto my stomach. He pulls my butt up higher, pushes a pillow under my belly. Expecting to feel him inside me any moment, I dig my fingers into the sheets. Then he enters me slowly from behind. Alexis moans as he stretches me inch by delicious inch, penetrating me deeply from that unfamiliar angle. He starts to move in a slow, but forceful rhythm. I remember that rhythm, which is what makes this so achingly perfect. With his hands on my hips, he pulls me down on his cock repeatedly. I try to match his rhythm, but it’s hard to do that in this position. His movements are fluid as he pumps into me, and I moan my pleasure into the sheets. Then I start to rotate my hips, which is the only way I can add to the action. Alexis moans again. I’d all but forgotten how good sex with him feels.
Then suddenly he thrusts harder, making his hips slap against my ass cheeks. I’m getting louder, because it feels so damn good. “Oh god, Lex, I’m coming!”
“Don’t hold back; I’m not holding back either.” His growl sends shivers through my entire body. It’s the last push I need to abandon all restraint. When he grabs my hair, and pulls my head back, my orgasm rushes through me like an erupting volcano.
Alexis: In love with a rockstar (The Hamptons Series Book 2) Page 22
