The Matchmaker's Replacement - Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,64
and pissed that I had waited so damn long. Every part of us being together felt right, even if I knew it was wrong to go behind Ian’s back. This moment with her, this wasn’t just sex. What exploded between us was . . . magic. Hell, one sexual experience with Gabs was turning me into a sap.
Our eyes locked on each other, and a lifetime of conversations took place in the look she gave me. It wasn’t confusion, just pure want, desire.
When we slowly pulled apart, our noses still touched, and I still kissed her, didn’t push her away, didn’t even pull out.
Because she wasn’t just any girl.
She wasn’t a one-night stand.
She was the girl I’d wanted ever since she blinked her big green cat eyes up at me in defiance.
I love you, I wanted to say.
Instead I settled with “That was incredible.”
Leave it to Gabi to pat me on the back and retort with “You did okay . . .”
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Gabi
What does a girl do after experiencing the most amazing bliss humanly possible at the hand of her sworn enemy? Throw a party? Jump off a cliff? Do it again?
Lex made the decision for me, when he got up from the bed and sauntered over to the bathroom. The sound of water being turned on was my only cue that things were done. Cold air bit at my body, reminding me that I was naked, that I’d just been naked for who knew how long with Lex’s hands all over me. My body was still trembling with the realization that I wasn’t the same.
Did I want to be?
Would I do it again?
Yes. Even if he was technically excusing me from his fortress. With a sigh, I grabbed the cold sheet and wrapped it around me as best I could.
Lex poked his head out of the bathroom doorway and held out his hand. “Come here.”
“You gonna drown me, Lex?” I teased, teeth chattering with nervousness as adrenaline continued to settle across my body. I needed the joking to break the insane tension I felt after what had just happened. Holy crap, I’d just slept with Lex Luthor. Ian was going to kill us. I’d dated guys before, but I knew Lex was different; he was a certified whore, and I was in his bed. If Ian found out . . .
If he found out.
If.
“If” was my new favorite word. I was going to make a sign in big block letters and tape it to my door.
“Gabs, don’t get me wrong, my dick really appreciates all the staring you’re doing right now, but since it’s not up for another performance for at least another hour, you need to stop before I get depressed.”
“What?” Realizing my gaze had been glued below Lex’s waist, I snapped my head up and caught a playful smile spreading across his chiseled face. “Holy crap. Sorry, I think I blacked out.”
“Great.” Lex nodded, making his way toward me. “That speaks really highly for my manhood, causing you to black out and all. Now get your sweet ass over here.”
Slowly, I rose from the bed and walked toward him, so aware of my own nakedness that I almost dove back under the covers and hid. Maybe if I closed my eyes I’d disappear?
Chuckling, he grabbed my hand and tugged me the rest of the way into the bathroom. Now, normally, I’d be grossed out. Guys’ bathrooms? Not always the cleanest. But both Ian and Lex were neat freaks, so Lex’s bathroom was sparkling. He even had a separate soaker tub.
Being in Lex’s bathroom was almost like being in a high-end hotel.
Did that make me a hooker if I was naked in it twice in one day?
“Get in,” he urged. His large hands dwarfed my shoulders as he gently pushed me toward the tub. “I promise you won’t drown, but I’ll grab a life jacket just in case.”
“Ha-ha,” I fake laughed. “Was that a short-person joke?”
“No-o-o.” Lex chuckled. “I would never. The last time I made fun of your height, you threw a fork at my face.”
“You’re lucky I don’t do worse.” I dipped my toe into the tub; the water was deliciously hot. Suddenly chilled, I put my right foot in and then lifted my left.
“Okay.” Lex hefted me up into his arms and plunked me into the tub, sending water sloshing up the sides.
“Hey!”
“Welcome.” He smiled broadly, hands on hips, still gloriously naked and seeming not to care.