“You look beautiful,” Lex said. His whiskey-scented breath brushed Noelle’s cheek and she shivered. “I thought about you last night.”
If she had any doubts about what he meant, the firm and possessive curve of his hand on her hip dismissed them all. She licked her lips, wanting to be reasonable and sane. This was the same man who’d had another woman hanging off him just a few minutes before. But this was also the same man who made her knees weak with just one look. His hand on her hip guided her back into the wall.
“No,” she said, although she wasn’t sure what she was saying no to.
“You didn’t think about me?” He stepped closer, like he was under a spell and couldn’t help himself, his eyes focused only on her.
“I didn’t,” she lied. Up until she’d fallen asleep, Lex had been wrapped firmly around her very thought. Wondering why she wanted him so much, wondering if she could have him, hoping...
He stopped a few breaths from her. “Kiss me,” he said.
“Kiss me. I can’t—”
His mouth was open when she did kiss him. Warm and wet. She groaned and heard him groan too, a beautiful noise that drew her belly tight and pulled heat into her lap. It was madness. He crowded her against the wall until their hips pressed together. He was already hard. She was already wet. It felt all too impossibly perfect.