Page 50 of Slapshot Summer
When she returned, she stood close enough for him to reach every part of her, and he gripped his bourbon while his free hand availed itself and roamed its way under the cover-up.Fuck, she felt so good!
Occasionally, she stepped back and sipped the bubbly in various poses so he could get a full frontal or back view of his “fantasy.”He was so fucking turned on he couldn’t even sip his drink.He was trying his damnedest to come across as one of those cool customers he’d seen in strip clubs, seemingly unaffected by a scantily clad dancer, but he was failingmiserablybecause the woman was Lexi, and something else was at play.
She sat beside him, partially facing him, and sipped her drink.His brain came on board, and he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small turquoise box.“I bought you something today.”
Her eyes went round.“Why?”
“So you’ll remember me.”He opened the box and held it out to her in his palm.
Her fingers flew to her mouth.“Oh, Josh!Th-that’s too generous.I can’t accept it.”
“Yes, you can.First, though, do you like it?”
Now her hand covered her heart, and tears welled in her eyes.“Iloveit.”
Satisfaction spread like warm molasses through him.“Then turn around, baby.Let me put it on you.”He extracted the necklace and pendant made of white gold while she turned away and swept her hair over her shoulder.The pendant was in the shape of a scallop shell and had a ruby mounted in it.
After he’d closed the clasp, she put down her flute and covered the pendant with her fingers.“What kind of stone is this?”
“It’s a ruby, for July.I wanted something that represented the month we met, and the shell … it reminded me of Destiny’s beaches.”
“When did you have time to get it?”
“Remember when I said I needed to check with the hostess about our table for tonight?I lied.I snuck over to the jewelry shop instead.”
She turned and buried her face in his neck, a soft sniffle escaping.“It’s so beautiful.Thank you so much, but you shouldn’t have done it.”
He wound his arms around her and held her close, stroking her hair.“Yeah, I should have.You’ve given me the most incredible week of my life.”It was true.He wanted to say more, but a wedge formed in his throat.
They held each other for long moments.Finally, Lexi pulled back, a half-smile curving her gorgeous mouth.“I think I need more champagne.”
His gaze scoured her thoroughly, and the blood drained from his head to his crotch once more.His priorities shifted right along with it.
She took a sip from her flute.“What’s next on the agenda?”
“I have another fantasy I want to try,” he choked.He took a big gulp of his bourbon, barely registering the burn on its way to his stomach.
She tipped back the flute and swallowed more of the champagne.He watched it move down the creamy column of her neck.“Does it involve me in this outfit?”She made a sweeping gesture with her hand.
He cleared his throat.“No.You’re naked, except for the necklace and the shoes.I’m naked too.”
She tapped her chin.“Oh, I like the sound ofthat.”
Thelightsinthesuite were all turned off, and the lanai where they sat was plunged into darkness.A midnight canopy stretched overhead, freckled with stars.No moon shone tonight, and the vault above was inky, foreboding.Around them, the air buzzed with insects and people still moving about the hotel.The fragrant smell of star jasmine wafted on a gentle breeze.
On the lounger, Josh lay on his back with Lexi straddling him.They were naked except for her heels, the pendant between her breasts, and a sheet she’d pulled from the linen closet which she held up like a cape.No one could see them beneath the sheet if they bothered to look, buthecould see her pale skin glowing in the dim light.He loved this view of Lexi, on full display for his eyes only, her tits right there where he could tease them with his hands or his mouth, and that landing strip beckoning from where her juncture snugged against his pelvis.If she tipped her body back or lifted it a few inches, he could slide in a finger and place his thumb in that sweet spot that made her tremble and fall apart.And the best part?He could see the pleasure he gave her play out on her beautiful face.Every time she squeezed her eyes shut, moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, or parted her mouth so her needy sighs and whimpers could escape—he had a front-row seat to it all.
God, he would miss this.The images had to last so he could keep them with him, pulling them up when his own need grew too strong and he had to release his frustration.Fuck.Would he be able to take hot showers in Russia?
Shut it.
Tonight it’s you and Lexi.Only Lexi.
Lexi.Lexi.Lexi.
Right now she was giddy and giggling, wriggling on top of him as she tried to keep the sheet in place.Whether it was the champagne or the excitement of being a very naughty girl or both, he hadn’t a clue.Didn’t care.He had compartmentalized the Russia question and let himself go, enjoying himself too much now to give a fuck.
“They’re going to see,” she hissed.
