We fall through the door, kissing and groping, fumbling to get undressed. Since we’re unable to keep our hands off of each other, I toss a leg out, kicking the door shut, and a second later my back hits the wall. Rex’s face is buried in my neck, his greedy hands roaming every inch of my body.
The sexual energy that’s been building around us explodes into a million beautiful colors, and I slide my hands down his back, pressing my breasts against his chest.
“I need you,” I murmur, tugging at the bottom of his shirt.
Rex lifts his head from my neck, and for the rest of my life, I’ll never forget the way he’s looking at me. His brown eyes are almost black, smoldering with so much more than lust, and before I get his shirt off, his mouth attacks mine.
Our tongues tangle as I drag the shirt up his chest. He lifts his arms and pulls back long enough for me to yank it off. Just when his sweet lips find mine again, the sound of the front door slamming stops me cold.
This is not happening.
“I don’t know about you, JJ, but this is not at all what I expected to find when we came home.”
At the sound of Erin’s voice, I drop my head back against the wall and roll it to the side. JJ and Erin are standing in front of the door. JJ’s watching me closely, and Erin is staring, her hands on her hips and a sly smile on her face, as though she’s just watched a scene out of the newest Fifty Shades movie.
Rex drops his arms, his hands landing on my waist, and he doesn’t even bother to look at our intruders. Instead, his head finds the crook of my neck. His body is still pressed tightly against mine, and I can feel his erection throbbing through his pants against my belly.
Fuck JJ and Erin for coming home when they told me they were going to stay out and have a few drinks.
I allow Rex the time he needs to compose himself because I’m sure the last thing he wants is to turn around and face my friends with a raging hard-on.
“Please, carry on,” Erin says. “Don’t let us interrupt you.”
Rex laughs against my neck and after a few moments stands straight.
Erin smiles playfully at him. “Hello, Rex.”
“Erin. So nice to see you again,” he says, reaching for his shirt. He tugs it over his head. “Where’s Jacob?”
“Probably at home, waiting for me.”
“Then maybe you should go,” I offer.
But she shakes her head. “No way. This is the hottest thing I’ve seen in days, and I’m still holding out hope that I can catch the ending. You’re going to give him a happy ending, right? Because clearly, you’ve left him hanging,” she says, dropping her eyes to his crotch.
“Erin!” I gasp, stepping in front of Rex. That’s my crotch to look at, not yours!
“What?”
JJ walks around her, holding his hand out to Rex. “We’ve never officially met. I’m Jonathan, but these two nutcases call me JJ.”
Rex takes JJ’s hand, eyeing him warily, and when JJ’s eyes meet mine, I give him a gentle smile.
Thank you.
He smiles back. Anything for you, baby girl.
Rex stuffs his hand in his pocket and looks at me. “We should go back to my place.”
“No!” Erin yells. “Don’t leave. You were just getting to the good part.”
“Erin…” I warn.
“Fine. Sorry.” She holds her hands up. “We wouldn’t have come back so early if we’d known you had company.”
“Why did you come back early? I just talked to JJ, and he said you were going to go out.”
“Yes, but then you told him you were going home. Did you really think we would let you sit at home by yourself on your birthday?”
Pinching my lips together I narrow my eyes at Erin.
“Birthday?” Rex asks, touching my arm. “Today is your birthday?”
Erin winces, and I shoot her one last look before answering Rex.
“It’s really not a big deal.”
“We had dinner plans, but she got held over at work, and then the schmuck was late and she had to cancel all together…” Erin’s words trail off as her eyes bounce between Rex and me, understanding slowly creeping in. “Ohhhh. You’re the schmuck, aren’t you?”
“Okay.” JJ grabs Erin’s arm. “Let’s go open a bottle of wine and leave these two alone for a second.”
Erin gives Rex an apologetic look as JJ drags her off to the kitchen.
“Shae,” Rex says, grabbing my hand.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Yes, it is.” His eyes soften. “That’s why you didn’t want to talk about your birthday, isn’t it?” I nod, and he shakes his head. “Why didn’t you tell me you had plans tonight? We could’ve rescheduled the meeting.”
“Well, for starters, when Josalyn asked me to stay late, I didn’t realize you were my client. And it’s not a big deal. I’d rather work than celebrate anyway.”
Face tight with apologies, Rex sighs. “I ruined your birthday dinner.”
“You didn’t ruin anything,” I say, hugging his waist. “You pushing me up against the wall was probably the hottest gift anyone’s ever given me. If anyone should be apologizing, it’s those two assholes in there for interrupting us.”
Rex’s eyes grow dark with lust. Lowering his head, his lips graze mine. “I want to make it up to you.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it. In fact, I think I’m going to let you make it up to me several times. This birthday is going to be epic.”
“We could go back to my place. Or I could walk you around the city to check out old buildings.”
My smile fades. His recollection of the first day we met reminds me why I came back to Chicago. I’ve spent hours on the internet searching for clues about the life my father lived, hoping to jog a memory or at the very least get an idea of who Isa is, but I keep coming up empty. I’m not sure what it’s going to take to pull things from the deep recesses of my brain, but I make a silent promise to myself that I’ll keep trying—I’ll make time to figure things out, although maybe not as quickly as I had hoped.
“Or not!” Erin interrupts.
I shoot her another look. Damn open floor plan.
She holds up a bottle of wine, waving it around. “I only meant you could stay here and celebrate with us first. You know, before going back to Rex’s where you’ll probably have crazy hot sex.”
With Rex’s hand in mine, we walk into the kitchen. I snatch the bottle of wine from Erin. “You need to get laid,” I whisper.
“I know,” she whines. She pulls a corkscrew from the drawer and hands it to Rex. “Jacob has this crazy idea that we should wait until the wedding to have sex.”
“What?” JJ scowls. “Why on Earth would he want that?”
Rex pops the top off the wine and pours us all a glass.
“I don’t know.” Lifting her shoulders, Erin lets them fall as she shakes her head like a damn bobblehead, leaving me to wonder how many glasses of wine she’s already had tonight. “Maybe I’m not a good lover.”
“Oh, come on, Erin. I’m sure that’s not it,” I say, secretly grateful we’ve turned the microscope to her love life.
“Then what? Why would he want to stop having sex? We’ve been having sex for years.”
“Maybe he wants it to be that much more special on your wedding night.” All three heads turn toward me. “What? Think about it. What makes a wedding special? Or a birthday party, for that matter? They don’t happen all the time. If you celebrated something every week, then eventually it would lose its magic. It wouldn’t be special or important anymore.”
“Shae, you’re comparing apples to oranges here, baby,” Rex says, bringing his glass to his lips.
“I’m going to have to agree with Rex on this one,” JJ says. “Sex is huge in a relationship, and it’s certainly not something that only happens once a year.”
I take a sip of my wine, shaking my head. “The other night,” I say to Rex, “you were talking about heightening the anticipation. This is the same thing. Erin, I bet you and Jacob have sex all the time.” She nods. “And I bet sometimes it’s not as exciting because you do it all the time.” She frowns. “Maybe Jacob is heightening your anticipation. No sex until the wedding means heated gazes from across the room, gentle caresses meant to arouse, and just think—by the time the wedding night rolls around, you two are going to be so hot for each other, you probably won’t even make it through the door.”
JJ tips his glass in my direction. “I hate to say this, but Shae might have a point.”
Erin still doesn’t look pleased. “So what am I supposed to do, just masturbate every night until the wedding?”
“No,” Rex says quickly. “You should spend the next couple of weeks driving poor Jacob out of his mind.”
“I’m listening,” Erin says, looking at Rex over the rim of her glass.
“Oh, don’t look at me. I don’t know how to go about doing it. It just sounds like a good idea.”
“You know that black dress of yours Jacob loves?” I ask. “The one you can never wear because you don’t even make it out of the house?”
She turns toward me. “Yes.”
“Wear that out to dinner, and then later that night, let him strip you out of it. You’ll be wearing a sexy, lacy little number underneath, and I bet just about anything he’ll want to break the rule he set, but you’re not going to let him.”
“Yes, she will,” JJ murmurs, taking a drink of his wine. “She has no willpower.” Erin shoots him a dirty look and he shrugs. “What? It’s true.”
“Okay, say I do make it past that night. What I do the rest of the time?”
“Come on, Erin. You’ve got some tricks up your sleeve. Remember that teddy you said he bought for you—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sakes,” JJ scoffs. “I don’t want to hear this shit. These two are like my sisters,” he says to Rex. “I’ve got a big screen out on the patio. I bet we could catch the rest of the game.”
Rex and JJ are out the door before I have time to blink.
“Okay, now that they’re gone, let’s come up with a plan that’s sure to drive Jacob crazy.”
By the time Erin and I are nearly finished plotting, our bottle of wine is gone, along with half of another bottle. Just as Erin is ready to pour us another glass, the bottle disappears from her hand.
“Heyyyy…” She spins around to glare at JJ. “I wasn’t done with that.”
“Yes, you were. And if you’re wanting to go back to Jacob’s, I need to take you now.”
“Why now?” I pout. “We were just getting to the good part.”
“What’s the good part?” Erin asks, as though she hasn’t heard a single word I’ve said.
“The wedding night! Specifically, sex on your wedding night!”
“I’ll show you a good part,” Rex whispers, his hands landing in front of me on the counter.
I spin around in his arms. God, he’s so sexy, and he looks great in my home with my friends. Relaxed and comfortable.
Natural.
Too natural.
“Is this where you hoist me up on the counter and show me how sorry you are for ruining my birthday?”
“Good Lord, woman. The least you could do is wait until Erin and I are out of the house,” JJ says, trying to get Erin to put her jacket on.
She swats him away. “I want to stay and watch these two. Shae, how do you feel about voyeurism?”
“Okay, you sex-crazed nut. Let’s get you out of here.” Giving up on the jacket, JJ grabs Erin’s arm and leads her toward the door.
She reluctantly follows. “Why are you in such a hurry? Huh? Got a hot date?”
“Something like that.” JJ stops at the front door and turns to Rex. His eyes issue a silent warning. “Be good to her.”
I raise an eyebrow, and Rex nods. “She’s in good hands.”
“I think you meant to say big hands. She’s in big, sexy, strong hands,” Erin says, ending with a hiccup.
“I’m going to have a talk with Jacob when I drop you off.”
Rex and I watch as the door shuts, and then I walk over, lock it, and turn around. “About that birthday present.”
With one hand over his head, Rex tugs his shirt off in that sexy way men do and stalks toward me.
“I think that’s about where we left off,” I say, ogling his gorgeous body.
“And I think we’ll pick back up right about here…” Head tilted, his warm lips slide over mine as his hands flick the button of my jeans.
Rex tugs my jeans and panties completely off, then hoists me up onto the counter. With a hand on each knee, he pushes my legs apart and tugs me until my ass is hanging off the counter.
“This seems like a great place to star—” All of the breath rushes from my lungs as Rex’s hot mouth connects with my pussy. Guiding my fingers into his hair, I watch as he fucks me with his tongue. I greedily grind against Rex’s face, searching for the pleasure my body craves. Sensing my need, he adds two fingers, and I throw my head back, moaning in pleasure as he licks me clean.
“Happy birthday, Shae.”
I grin, pulling his face to mine, tasting my arousal on his tongue. I suck his bottom lip between my teeth and slowly release it.
“My turn.”
With two hands on his chest, I nudge him back and slide off the counter. Fisting the bottom of my shirt, I tug it over my head, enjoying Rex’s heated gaze as it travels the length of my naked body. My breasts are heavy, my nipples puckered tight, begging for his mouth, but first things first.
Dropping to my knees, I look up at Rex as I open the button of his jeans, lower the zipper, and tug his pants and boxer briefs down his legs to his feet. His cock bobs heavily in front of my face, and my mouth waters. I’m dying to know what he tastes like, and because Rex would never let me take the lead, he grips the back of my head, winding my hair around his fist to prevent me from leaning forward and taking his cock into my mouth.
Groaning, I lick my lips.
He grins. “You want to suck my cock, Shae?”
I nod, and he tugs my hair, causing a tremor to slice through my body. I never thought I’d be so turned on by a dominating man, but with Rex, I want it.
I need it.
I crave it.
“Yes.”
“Open up, baby.”
Fisting his cock in his other hand, Rex guides it to my mouth, controlling how fast and deep I take him in. Once he’s seated at the back of my throat, I press my tongue toward the roof of my mouth and suck as he slowly pulls back out.
“Fuck,” he hisses, clenching his fingers in my hair.
Rex fists his cock, stroking the base as he pumps his hips in and out of my mouth. Cupping his balls in my hand, I roll them around, enraptured with the sexy grunts this elicits.
“You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he says, holding my head in place. His hips move faster, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and I peek up at him under my lashes, wanting to see the almighty Rex Ambrosi lose control.
His grip on my hair loosens, and I take what little controls he’s giving me, using my newfound freedom to suck and lick his cock with every bit of the desire running through my body. His abs tighten, along with his thigh muscles, and I know he’s getting close.
He brushes a hand along my cheek, pushing the hair out of my face so he can watch himself sliding in and out of my mouth. I run my tongue up the giant vein along the base of his cock, and when I get to the head, I suck, swirling my tongue around before dipping it into the slit, and Rex comes undone.
His body tightens, his hands finding my hair as I lower my mouth around his cock, swallowing when the head hits the back of my throat and a stream of cum releases into my mouth. He tries to pull my head back, but I fight him, tightening my hold on his thighs, keeping his cock deep in my mouth. I’m determined to take every last drop his body will give me.
Because I want it.
I want every drop.
Every lick.
Every kiss.
I want every piece of Rex.