pulled back and rested her forehead against his, he went still.
Had he blown it? Fuck! He should have taken her to the bedroom.
“Second thoughts?” he whispered, hoping to hell that she said no. When she flashed him a devilish smile and shook her head, he felt his heart resume beating and his dick go harder—if that was even possible.
“I seem to have this problem with my neighbor.”
“Me too,” he said, sliding his hands down to her ass and pulling her against him so she could see exactly how bad his problem was. “Seems to grow bigger every time I see her.”
“Wow, that’s a hard problem to have,” she said against his ear, tracing a finger down one side of his erection and right back up the center. Holy Christ, her hands were magic. “Mine has to do with the window.”
“Forget the window,” he panted, dropping his head back as she tightened her fingers around his length and gently squeezed. He was willing to forget the window, the bed, anything if it meant she’d start moving her hand up and down.
“If I do that, your cleaning crew will get an eyeful I am sure they won’t ever forget.” He heard her words, but it was hard to process them when all of the blood was rushing south. She slowly moved up his length and tightened her grip before sliding back down.
“No one will see,” he mumbled, his eyes sliding closed.
“You did,” she whispered, her hands never slowing.
“I was looking” was all he managed to get out because she picked up the pace, squeezed to the point of pain, and he knew that he wasn’t going to make it—to the bed, to the touching, to the naked part. Hell, he wasn’t going to last two more seconds. Which meant he’d have to make up for it in round two, because there was no way he was going to stop her.
Two seconds, two hours, he wasn’t sure. Between breathing in her skin, her mouth on his neck, and her hands stroking him into oblivion, time seemed to disappear. So did everything else.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, a light clicked on. It was from across the alleyway. Marc bit back a curse and stilled her hands. Because the thought of someone watching them, watching Lexi like this? No fucking way. She was his.
“The curtains,” he said, more alert than he’d have liked. “I need to close the curtains.”
“I’ll get it.” Lexi crawled off his lap and pulled the blinds closed. “Better?”
“Thank yo—” was all he got out before she turned around and his breath caught.
God, she was beautiful. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in a mass of golden waves, her mouth was full and wet and so sexy he needed to have it back on him, and her dress was a mess of wrinkles from his hands. She looked like some kind of X-rated prom queen, and he ached to hold her.
“Come here.” He held out his arms.
Only she didn’t walk back over, instead stopping at the end of the coffee table to offer up a playful smile. He wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but that naughty look in her eye was enough for him to sit back and see what she was planning.
Kicking off his shoes, he leaned back, his hands folded behind his head, and relaxed while he let her decide what she wanted to do next.
Without warning, she reached behind her and slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress. He could hear the metal teeth as she lowered the fastening, inch by incredible inch. Not feeling so relaxed, he sat upright as she let go and the dress fell to the floor in one swoop, leaving her in those strappy heels, silk panties, and abso-fucking-lutely nothing else. “You’re welcome.”
Her panties were purple. No wait, lighter than purple. His breath caught…they were lavender.
Her panties were lavender silk, and he’d bet his hotel that they matched her frilly apron perfectly. A fact he filed away for later, because right then he needed to appreciate those breasts. The ones he’d fantasized about since he was fourteen. Not only were they fantasyworthy, they were bigger than he’d imagined, fuller and higher with rose-colored nipples that jutted out perfectly under his gaze.
Her hands hung at her sides, letting him have his look. But he could tell that she was trying not to cover herself.
“Jesus, Alexis,” he breathed. “The things I’m going to do to you.”