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“You seem pretty keen to share his business,” I snap.
“I just wanted to warn you. He can get pretty touchy about his mother. It’s common knowledge. Don’t worry, Colt. I don’t share secrets.”
I turn away, opening my car door, pretending I don’t care. Pretending I don’t already wish I could take back what I told Luca.
Driving back to my apartment, I take a shower. A text is waiting for me when I grab my phone. It’s Lexi. Immediately, everything seems less dark and more manageable—the world, this war.
So what did you have planned later?
I lie back on the sheets, my mind filtering through all the possibilities. It’s not like I’ve got any experience with dates, though. I’ll do whatever men and women do on dates, Lexi, I text.
Whatever they do… Do you expect ME to know what that means?
I smile, thinking of her sitting at her desk, hot as hell in her work gear. I was so rock-solid this morning when I saw her walk out in that hip-hugging skirt, her tights showing the thickness of her juicy legs, her button-up making me want to tear it loose, pop the buttons.
Do you expect ME to? I reply, smiling to myself.
Well, you are Mr. Experienced. I’m Miss Not.
I’m just old, Lexi. That doesn’t mean anything.
I swear if you call yourself old one more time…
I should hide the screwdrivers.
Ha, ha, ha. Not. I bet you thought I was nuts.
I sit up, smiling as I remember her standing on the lawn, her wavy hair wild around her shoulders, her beautiful eyes gleaming green and blue.
I thought you looked capable. I didn’t stop you from going in to save YOU, Lexi. I stopped you to save them. They wouldn’t have stood a chance.
We both know that’s not true.
You were fierce. You were ready to do what’s right.
I didn’t think you even noticed me. Not enough to remember me.
I laugh, somehow feeling like I can let the truth go, even if I should know better. Maybe I need to stare at that photo, which I don’t even know why I keep. I’ve thought about getting rid of it so many times. It’s supposed to stop me from doing things like this and becoming soft. Clearly, it’s not working for me.
I noticed you right away—every single detail. I wanted you, Lexi. I stop writing the message, wondering if I should go this far, but this hunger doesn’t let me hesitate for long. I’ve wanted you ever since then. Your big ass. Your thick legs. Your perfect, round tits. I’ve wanted that fierce glint in your eye, but as I’m fucking your tight, horny slit. Fierce and trusting, I’ll treat you right.
…
I stare as the three dots appear, knowing I’m going too far, but I can’t help myself.
I don’t know how to do dirty talk, she replies.
Neither do I. I’m just saying what I want to do—what I need to do and what I’ve needed to do since I first saw you. I know you feel it, too.
How do you know?
Those sexy, mismatched eyes of yours don’t lie.
MISmatched, like it’s a bad thing?
Don’t change the subject on me.
I’m just saying…
I smirk. Not mismatched, then. Hit-matched. Better?
Um, sure… LOL. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I want you, but this is scary for me. Relationships, men, all that stuff… It’s new, if you know what I’m hinting at.
My heart pounds hard, sending more desire rushing to my body. My balls feel like they’re flooding with all the lust. My shaft is aching, throbbing. I could explode right now as I think about it.
Are you saying you’re a virgin?
I can’t help it. I reach down and start stroking my dick, getting lost in the fantasy. Now, Lexi is on her back in her work gear as I tear her shirt down the middle, revealing her plump tits. I bury my hands in her cleavage and then lean down, sucking her nipples, biting them softly, even. Letting her know I’m claiming her.
My phone vibrates.
Yeah, I am. Is that okay?
CHAPTER 15
Lexi
I bite my lip. Part of me is pissed at myself. I’m acting like I promised myself I never would, getting so nervous about whether or not a boy’s going to text me and what he’ll say. This isn’t high school, and Colt is no boy. As the three dots appear, it’s like the little shifting symbol is sending waves through me.
I close my legs stubbornly under the table, ignoring the inappropriate way tingles dance all over my body, my core, making me want to give into him completely. I can’t even think when I get like this.
It turns me on, he replies. Because it means nobody else has touched you. It’ll just be me.
But why does that turn you on?
My heart is pounding, my head rushing with all the possible things I could do, how I could melt into his embrace if he were here.
