Rex (5 page)

“Oh, believe me, I want you sober.” My gaze sails down to her tits, then lower, to discover her thighs shifting on the chair. She’s affected by me.

Good to know.

I move my chair closer, our arms nearly touching. “So, how do you know Ryder?”

Her eyes rake over my face and land on my lips. They linger a beat before returning to my stare. “Um, we’ve been friends for several years. I’m a manager for an event company and we ended up meeting at a charity ball I organized years ago. Ryder has the warehouse also, so he supplies liquor for the events. He’s been a really good friend to me.”

“So, you’re from New York then?” I ask, and something shifts in her eyes again.

“No, I’m originally from Seattle but moved here eight years ago. What about you?” Her stare once again wanders to my mouth then slides back up.

“I’m from Harrison, a suburb just outside of New York City, but moved to Boston to go to college and ended up staying there until six months ago when I moved back.” My gaze drops to her full lips, and I can’t help wondering what she tastes like. I bet she’s so fucking sweet.

And now I’m done with the small talk.

“Do you want to dance?” I hold out my hand hoping she’ll take it, and I’ve won yet another battle when she does.

As she slips her hand into mine, my thumb involuntarily skims across the top of it, skin bristling at how smooth she is. I bet she’s smooth everywhere and my dick jumps at the thought. I’d love to see how smooth her thighs are as I’m spreading her open on my bed.

We plow through the crowd to the dance floor that’s packed with people gyrating, rubbing against one another shamelessly. I snake my arms around Vanessa’s waist and she loops hers around my neck, our faces only inches apart. Every part of our bodies connects as she melts into me, swaying to the slow, sultry rhythm. Lights are flashing, swarms of people grinding all around us. We get bumped from behind and I grasp her hips, my erection pressing into her. She raises her eyes to meet mine, piercing me with a stare that nearly has me carrying her to a back room and fucking her.

She leans in, her breath hot against my ear, shouting, “I like your ink!” And my skin tingles as she runs her nail along the lines of the tattoo on my neck. When she backs away and her eyes find mine again, they are dotted with heat. “It’s beautiful,” she says, staring at my mouth. The rum on her breath urges me closer and I want to taste it from her lips. I want to explore her mouth, flick my tongue against her warmth, drag it down her body until she’s writhing beneath me.

Her head comes to rest against my chin, my fingers inching up her flesh, massaging her in slow circles. She shivers, prompting me to splay my other hand across her lower back, pressing her tight against me. I know she feels my arousal, it’s practically bursting from my zipper.

We stay like this, song after song. The music continues to pound around us, the crowd falling away. Her scent is intoxicating, sweat and something fruity radiating from her skin, taunting me, until I can’t take it anymore.

I bring my lips to her ear, whispering, “I want you to come home with me tonight.”

She raises her head, awareness shading her eyes. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I think you want me as much as I want you.” I lean down, brushing my lips against hers. She’s so God damn soft. “Don’t you?”

She hesitates, and for a second I wonder if I’m wrong. “Yes,” she finally breathes out, before pulling my lips back down to hers, taking what she wants. And I fucking want to give it.

Her lips part and I slip inside her warm mouth, our tongues sliding against one another, the sweet taste of rum flowing between us. She tastes even better than I imagined and I can’t resist deepening the kiss, her fingers responding by cinching the fabric of my shirt as she rubs her firm tits across my chest. Desire rips through me, and she moans when I grip her ass, grinding against her. I break the kiss with a loud pop, both of us breathing hot and heavy.

“You ready?”

She nods, and I take her hand to lead her off the dance floor. “Wait.” She stops abruptly. “What about Olivia and Hunter? I need to let her know I’m leaving.”

“I’ll take care of it.” I yank my cell phone out and shoot Hunter a quick text. “All set. Now let’s go.”

We weave our way outside and wait by the curb to grab a taxi. When I glance over at Vanessa, she’s flipping her hair around her finger, lip caught between her teeth.

“You anxious, Blondie?” I whisper in her ear, grazing the shell with my tongue. She takes a hard swallow and nods her head.

“Good. I want you anxious.”

His breath in my ear makes me hot all over and he smells heavenly, like sandalwood and man. All man. God, he has absolutely no idea how anxious I am. I’m ready to rip his clothes off right here. That’s how badly I want him. He’s so ridiculously sexy. That dark brown hair. Those bourbon-colored eyes. Lips that felt perfect moving against mine. And his muscled body that I want to run my tongue over. I’m trying to shut my mind off, but it’s impossible. Even when he was pissing me off at the bar, there was no denying my attraction for him.

I don’t know why I told him anything about my mother, though. I’m usually very close-lipped about my personal life and my family history. Olivia has been witness to that over the past eight years. Although, she’s always been the only one who could pry it out of me. The fact that I was so transparent to him made me feel off-balance. But when I saw understanding in his eyes, it was the first time I felt like somebody really got me.

I’m pressing my legs together as we wait for the taxi. My panties are already wet and if his tongue comes anywhere near me again, they just might combust. Luckily, the taxi pulls up and we climb inside.

After giving the driver his address, he slides next to me, hooking an arm over my shoulder. His other hand finds its way to my leg, and I shiver when his finger lightly sketches patterns on my bare knee. I can’t think straight. My brain is short-circuiting, lost in a haze of lust, so turned on I’d be willing to have him take me right here. Yes, right in the back seat of this filthy taxi. The thought actually turns me on more.

I subtly open my legs, hoping he might take the hint and move his hand where I really need it. Instead, he continues to drive me crazy with his calloused finger circling just above my knee.

His warm breath fans my neck, and I bite back the noise that wants to escape when his tongue makes contact with that sensitive spot behind my ear. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, “and I bet you’re already wet for me.”

“Beyond wet,” I whisper back, not wanting the taxi driver to hear and think that I’m a sex-crazed freak, even though I feel like one.

Rex inhales a jagged breath, his hand finally wandering higher up my thigh. “I can’t wait until my tongue can find out just how much,” he says quietly. And when I glance up at him, his eyes denote a hunger that lights a flame inside of me. One that’s been buried for quite some time.

I press my lips together, staring out the window in an attempt to distract myself. My skin tingles with anticipation as I try to rein in my breathing that is currently out of control. But I don’t have to wait too long. Within minutes, the taxi pulls up in front of his building.

Rex pays the driver and practically jerks me from the seat, latching onto my hand as we fly into the building like two sex-starved lunatics. He hesitates the moment we enter the glass door, glancing up at the flight of stairs then back to me. With a devious grin, he scoops me up under my knees and I let out a yelp of surprise.

“Ahh! What on earth are you doing, Rex?” I laugh, my head dropping back.

He continues striding up the stairs with purpose. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Why are you carrying me? I can walk, you know.”

“Blondie, shut up and kiss me,” he demands. “I need motivation for climbing.”

My mouth lands on his, taking small nibbles before sliding my tongue across his bottom lip. He opens for me so I can lick at his tongue, his teeth. I tangle my hands in his hair, drawing him closer, wanting him deeper, until he abruptly breaks away.

“Whoa. That’s good. Any more of that and I’ll be taking you on the fucking stairway.” A sly smile forces one side of my lip to curl, thinking about how hot that would be.

He shakes his head, beginning his climb again. “Don’t even think about it. Not this time anyway.” And something flutters inside my belly at his insinuation that there might be a next time.

“Holy crap,” I utter as he continues up, flight after flight. “How many flights?”

“Twelve,” he replies, and he’s not even out of breath, nor is he breaking a sweat. The guy is in shape.

We finally make it up to his floor and he sets me down, looking over at me. “You ready?”

“I’m ready, but are you sure you have any stamina left?” I flirt, before he grins wickedly as he jams his key in the lock, nearly breaking the door down when it clicks into place.

He slams the door shut, throwing his keys onto a nearby table. When he misses and they hit the floor with a clank, he doesn’t give them a second glance. All of his attention is on me.

My purse falls to the carpet as he stalks toward me, backing me up until I’m flush against the wall. He places his arms on either side of my head.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?” he groans, his breath blowing strong against my cheek, his masculine scent and proximity making me dizzy. He removes my hand from the wall and guides me down to his crotch, a hard bulge beneath his jeans. “
That’s
how much.” I bite my lip when my palm rubs over the thick outline of his cock. His eyes flick to my chest and he licks his lips, voice lowering. “I want to see your tits.”

I grab the hem of my knit dress and slide it over my head, tossing it to the ground. All that’s left is a black satin bra covering my D-sized breasts, and matching panties. His pupils darken as I reach around, making quick work of the clasp until the straps fall away. My nipples are stiff peaks, my arousal glaringly obvious. He fixates on them approvingly, inhaling a sharp intake of air.

I’ve never been shy when it comes to my body. I may not have a perfect figure—my hips are a bit wider than I’d like and I’m somewhat top heavy—but I’ve always been comfortable in my own skin. I guess showing Jason Standish my budding breasts behind his backyard shed when we were in eighth grade and having him grin like he’d just entered the gates of heaven went a long way toward building confidence. But this is a far cry from eighth grade and Rex is a world away from lanky Jason Standish. And I certainly don’t mind being looked at with hooded eyes, just the way Rex is ogling me right now. Like he wants to eat me alive.

“Oh, fuck.” He drags in a heavy breath. “They’re just as perfect as I imagined they’d be.”

A satisfied smile simmers on my lips. “You thought about my tits?”

“Hell yeah. Ever since you walked into the shop.”

His words spur me on and I tip my head back against the wall, lips slightly parted. Hungry eyes move lower as I cup my breasts, letting my fingers roam to my taut nipples, massaging them in circles. My skin is hot all over.

“Fuck, I think I might come right now,” he says through gritted teeth, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

One of my hands drifts lower, floating down my belly until I reach the waistband of my panties. Slowly, I dip two fingers in, soaking them with my wetness. I watch him, watching me, and it looks like he’s barely holding on. Reaching down, he removes my hand and brings my fingers up, plunging them into his mouth. I moan when he sucks and licks them, his warm tongue increasing the ache between my legs.

He glides them out, then in, then out again, making me delirious with desire for him. “Your pussy tastes so good. I want more,” he says in a husky voice, and then he kisses me. It’s forceful, possessive, hungry. His tongue pushes deeper into my mouth, colliding with mine, his passion lighting a fire inside of me. My hands slide up his bare arms and dive into his hair as I grind against him, the feel of his erection intensifying the throb in my core. His lips break from mine and I whimper at the loss as he trails his tongue down my jawline, the hollow of my neck, my collarbone.

“Rex,” I pant, my body blazing, wanting his hot mouth all over me.

“Yes?” he answers, forging a trail of warmth down my flesh.

“Suck on my nipples.” My voice is pleading, but I don’t care.

He coasts lower, my breasts now heavy and aching for his mouth, and I cry out as he finally takes me between his lips, a shiver of pleasure rushing through my body. With a skilled mouth, he rotates between licking, sucking, and biting, sending another moan from my lips into the charged atmosphere. His head lifts and I glance at him from under my lashes.

“Do you know how much you turn me on? Your lips, your nipples, the way you taste? How hard my dick is, knowing I’m the one who made you this wet?”

“God, Rex,” I purr, lips unable to form any more words, my body doing all the talking for me. The spark in his eyes is undeniable, and I feel heady, knowing how much he wants me.

“Come on.” He grasps my hand. “I want you on my bed, so I can spread you open.”