“What if I want more than a kiss?” I murmur against his lips.
“This is your night, Lexi,” he murmurs back. “You take the lead. We’ll do whatever you want.”
His words are freeing, and I slip my hands inside his coat and slip it down his arms, letting it drop on the table. I run my palms over his shirt, feeling the muscles of his chest as I work my way up to his neck. Grabbing his cheeks, I hold him close as my tongue darts into his mouth.
I wait for his hands to begin their own exploration, but they stay anchored on my waist. I pull back and look into his eyes.
“I told you—you take the lead,” he says, his gaze full of longing.
I let go of his face and grab his hands and push them down. He cups my ass and stays still, awaiting further instructions.
I plant my palm on his lower abdomen and slowly slide it down, moving it over the button of his jeans until it reaches the bulge in his pants. I press the heel of my hand against it and begin to rub.
A low moan rumbles in his chest. His hands slide down my thighs until his fingertips touch the bare skin of my legs. His hands grip the fabric of my dress, and he lifts it until his palms are pressing against my ass.
I keep rubbing his erection through his jeans until he shifts, uncomfortable. I reach for his belt and zipper, quickly undoing both and spreading the top of his jeans open. I reach into the opening and into his underwear, readjusting him, stroking him again in the process. He groans and leans down to kiss me, his tongue twining with mine as his teeth nibble my lower lip.
“What do you want me to do, Lexi?” he asks.
I grab his hand and pull it in front of me, sliding it between my legs. He rubs me over my underwear and I’m glad I wore a decent pair.
He brushes my hair behind my back and his mouth trails down my neck. We’re both panting with need.
“How far do you want to take this?” he whispers.
His words slow down my libido, but only slightly. I’m not a one-night-stand kind of girl. I’ve always been in a committed relationship before sleeping with someone—or attempting to. But I feel nothing but carnal need right now, no anxiety. No panic. I don’t want to question it. I just want to feel this.
“I need to warn you that I’m not a relationship kind of guy. I know you’ve been hurt before and the last thing I want to do is hurt you more.”
I cup his cheek and look into his eyes. “Perfect.”
There’s enough alcohol still flowing in my veins to give me the courage to kiss him as I wrap my fingers around him.
He continues to rub me through my panties until I can’t stand the ache growing there.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask. I want this but not enough to be risky.
He grins against my lips. “Yes.” He pushes off the table and continues to kiss me as he guides me backward, toward a prop sofa that’s pushed against the wall. He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and produces a foil wrapper. Before sitting, he pulls his jeans down and steps out of them. He stares up at me then, his amusement falling away. “Are you sure about this, Lexi?”
Lust fills his eyes and I look down at his erection, waiting for my fear to surface. It doesn’t. “Yes.”
He puts on the condom while I slide my panties to the floor. I straddle his legs, resting my thighs against his.
He grabs the back of my head and pulls me closer, his mouth covering mine. My heat rises as his tongue plunges into mine. I groan as his hand resumes its position between my legs, making me squirm with need. I reach around to unzip the top part of my dress, but he brushes my hand out of the way and tugs down the zipper himself, then pulls the front of my dress so that it puddles around my waist. His mouth lowers to my breast, licking and kissing around the edges of my lacy bra. Within seconds, he has undone my bra and tossed it to the side, his mouth covering my nipple.
My back arches and I grab the back of his head to hold him there.
His mouth drives me wild before he pulls back. “You’re setting the pace,” he says again. “You’re in control.”
His words burst open a flood gate of lust and I pull his head up to mine, my tongue plundering his mouth as I rise onto my knees and move closer toward him. I reach down and guide him to my entrance and then lower myself on top of him. I move slowly, waiting for the panic to hit, but it never comes. All I feel is the ache deep inside for something more.
I rest my hands on his shoulders and begin to undulate on top of him as I continue to claim his mouth with mine.
He lets me do the work, resting his hands on my hips to help guide me. I set the pace until I’m panting and desperate for release. He senses I’m close and says, “Come for me, Lexi.”
A dam of sensation bursts and my orgasm hits in waves. Rob grabs my hips and takes control, coming within half a minute of me.
I stay on top of him, astounded. I had sex with a man I barely knew and I didn’t freak out.
He grins up at me, then places a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Who knew you were a vixen just waiting to be released?”
He’s right. Who knew? Even when I had sex before my rape, I was never aggressive. Tonight I had the best sex of my life. Why?
“I guess you had to help let her out,” I say with a smile.
He kisses me again and then lifts me off of him. I stand, amazed that my legs are wobbly. I squat to pick up my panties and step into them, my inner thigh muscles screaming in protest.
Rob disappears into the bathroom and I look at myself in the makeup mirror as I fasten my bra.