Teasing Lexi (Letting Go Series)

Teasing Lexi

An Erotic Romance

By

J. Wilde

This book is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual evens, locales or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Copyright 2013 by J. Wilde. 

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute or transmit in any form or by any means.  For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

Edited by:  Wilde Romance Publishing

Cover by:  Samantha Holt

A large, rough tanned hand extended over her shoulder just as Lexi picked up her glass of champagne.  The fingers brushed against the skin on her bare shoulder and Lexi felt prickly energy course over her skin.  She turned her head and smelled the expensive cologne before looking up to see the strikingly handsome man the hand belonged to.
Dante. 

Lexi felt heat rise to her cheeks as she gazed in to his deep brown eyes.  Ever since he’d first caught h
er eye, whenever he looked at her, his eyes were predatory.  He was confident and casual, but there was a heat in those eyes that made her whole body tremble.  It was almost as if he could reach inside of her soul and spark a fire that had died long ago.  Tonight, that look was there.  Knees trembling, heat pooling in her belly, Lexi tried to mask her desire by taking a deep breath and breaking the intense hold his eyes had on her.

“Hello, Lex.” His smile was warm and sexy.

“Call me Lexi.” 
She preferred adding the “i” at the end of her nickname.  Other than Lacey saying it, when anyone else called her Lex she felt like the bald-headed villain in Superman and that was definitely not the image she wanted to portray.

Lexi’s heart skipped a beat as his deep voice washed over her.  She had been avoiding him the entire day, doing her best to focus on her best friend’s wedding.  Now, sitting at the table all alone, she left herself wide open for his approach.  Truth be told, she had hoped, yet feared he would come to her.

Clearing her throat, Lexi stood up and accepted the hand in front of her.  Dante’s large hand easily dwarfed hers and the warmth of his touch sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body.  Very few men ever caused such a reaction with her.  She’d enjoyed the pleasures of enough men to know what she wanted and how she wanted it, but too often, Lexi felt she had to do far too much work to enjoy it.

As Dante lead her to the dance floor, Lexi pulled back slightly on his hand, her whole body tensed.

“Um, Dante, I’m not much of a dancer.”

Dante
turned to her and leaned over whispering in her ear, “Just follow my lead.”

Before pulling away
, he nipped at her ear lobe and Lexi felt her knees wobble.

Dante
pulled Lexi close and swayed with her to the slow music playing over the speakers.  She laid her head against his chest and breathed in the crisp cologne and listened to the steady beat of his heart.  Neither said a word as they moved slowly across the floor.  Relaxing in his arms, Lexi enjoyed their dance and before long, it was over.

Breaking apart as the dancers clapped
, Lexi looked up in to Dante’s face.  His jet black hair was nicely combed back.  His face was tanned and smooth, with a strong jaw line and slightly wide nose.  Lexi brought her hand up to his face and traced his cheek with her finger, bring it down to his full, dark lips all the while staring in to his chocolate brown eyes. 

Dante
leaned closer in to her and kissed her forehead, lingering a moment longer than necessary.

“Thank you for the dance, tesoro.”  With that,
Dante walked away.

Lexi
stood on the edge of the dance floor, body needy and trembling after their contact.  She watched the direction he went in, but no longer could see him as the other guests crowded around the dance floor.  He was over six feet tall with broad shoulders, in the only other white tux at the wedding, yet he completely disappeared. 
Damn, that was anticlimactic
. 

“Having a good time
, Lex?” Lacey wrapped an arm around her best friend.

“It’s wonderful
, Lacey.”  Lexi slung her arm around the bride’s waist.

The two stood in silence for a moment and watched the crowd laughing, drinking, dancing and enjoying themselves.

“I saw you dancing with Dante,” Lacey broke the silence.

“Yeah
.” Lexi glanced down at her periwinkle satin shoes.

“That’s it?  Just ‘yeah’?  Come on
, Lex.  What is with you and this guy?”

“I don’t know, Lacey.  Whenever I am near him, my body reacts like crazy.  He doesn’t even have to say anything.  He just looks at me with those deep brown eyes and I want to drop my panties and jump him.”

Lacey laughed.  “That’s my girl.  Go get ‘em.”

Lexi laughed in turn, but her laughter died in her throat.  “Speak of the devil.”

“Congrats again
, Lacey.  You look amazing.”  Dante kissed Lacey on her cheek.

Lacey smiled and murmured her thanks, slipping away from them as quickly as she could.

Lexi felt her heart racing and her body quiver.  This was ridiculous.   She’d never been the type to gush over a guy.  They were just tools for her pleasure.  Not once did she ever want to throw all caution to the wind, strip down naked and allow a man to consume her.  She was the one with the control and that was how she liked it.  But, every time Dante looked at her, she sensed that he would be the one in control.

“
Lexi, take a walk with me.”  It was not a request, but a command.  Dante held out his large hand.

Struck dumb and mute in his presence again, she simply nodded and placed her hand in his.  He escorted her through the wedding reception out to the
empty balcony.  Tugging on her hand, he brought her body flush against his.  Pulling her with him, he backed up slowly, bringing them in to the shadows just beyond the balcony windows.  No one could see them here.

A gentle breeze swept over then and t
he cool night air gave Lexi some relief from the heat that was building up in her body.  Dante leaned forward and gently kissed her lips.  Without thinking, her hands came up to his head, her fingers tangling in his soft hair.

“You are so beautiful,” Dante whispered against her mouth.

With a small moan, Lexi opened her mouth to his.  Dante took the invitation and plundered her mouth.  One hand came up her side, brushing against her breast as the other firmly gripped the back of her neck, holding her head from moving away as his kisses went deeper.

Lexi brought her hands down and immediately started to unbutton his dress shirt.  At some point earlier, he must have removed the bow tie and unbuttoned a top button, which now allowed her easier access.  Once his shirt spread open, Lexi’s hands explored his chest.  Dragging her nails lightly, she traced the muscles of his six-pack and then brought her one hand up to squeeze his nipple, as the other hand undid the button on his slacks.

As if in a silent agreement, Dante’s hand followed a similar course, unzipping
Lexi’s maid-of-honor dress enough for the bodice to drop below her breasts.  He scratched his rough hand along her collarbone and down to her breast, palming it and squeezing the fullness in his hand.  Dante took his own turn twisting and squeezing her nipple and Lexi’s knees almost gave out.  The only thing that muffled the small scream of ecstasy was Dante mouth hard on hers.

“Quiet
!” Dante commanded.

Lexi
nodded, submitting to his command without hesitation.  She chastised herself for letting herself go like that but before she could think any more on it, he spoke again.

“Take it out,” Dante was pushing his erection in to
Lexi’s belly.  As she did what he asked, she felt her panties become soaked.  His dominance was starting to show and although it scared her, it thrilled her at the same time.  “Stroke my cock now, Lexi.”  She kept a firm grip on his erection and began to stroke, running her thumb over the wet tip and down the thick vein.  She licked her lips, the desire strong to take him in to her mouth.  It was something she usually avoided, an act she usually detested, but with Dante, she found that she only wanted to please him.

Dante’s eyes were dark as he watched
Lexi’s face.  When she licked her lips, he grinned wickedly at her.

“Do you want to suck me
off?”  Dante’s voice was deep and husky.

Lexi
looked up at him, unsure of what to say.  The simple thought of his rigid shaft in her mouth, tasting his salty cream made her lick her lips again and stroke him faster.  His eyes never left hers and he didn’t ask her a second time.  He merely waited until she nodded.

Dante
shifted his grip from the back of her neck to her hair.  Tightening his hold, he pushed her down until Lexi kneeled before him, her mouth just inches away from his throbbing cock.  He pulled her mouth closer to him, directing her to take him in.  Lexi kept her eyes on his as she slowly licked the tip, tasting his precum as it hung in a drop on his tip.  She licked around the head, darting her tongue in to the small opening.  Dante’s head dipped back and a deep growl rolled in his chest.  Lexi moved her mouth over his length, taking him to the hilt, his thick shaft almost causing her to gag.  She moved her hand and mouth simultaneously, sucking hard and stroking the satiny skin. 

Dante’s muscular thighs started to tighten and he slowly brought himself out of her mouth.  Grabbing her hand and keeping it away from his dick, his eyes
were shut tight.  He stood quietly until his breath slowed.  His shaft was still rock hard and Lexi stared at him, confused and slightly bereft. 

Dante, still gripping her hair tightly, urged
Lexi to her feet.  Letting go of her hair, he grabbed both of her wrists and held them above her head, pushing her body against the stone wall of the inn.  The noises of the wedding reception occasionally crept outside as people came out to the balcony.  Lexi wondered if that was why he had stopped her, but as he bent down to suck her exposed breast, she realized he was not concerned with spectators.  Lexi bit her lip, stifling a moan.  Dante teased her nipple, flicking it with his tongue, tugging on it with his teeth and then sucking hard.

Lexi
started to squirm and writhe under the intense pain…and pleasure…his mouth was causing her.

“Do not move.” Dante again gave her a command.

She tried hard not to react, not to move her body or pull her hands, but Dante had moved to her other breast and was repeating the sweet torture to her already aching body. As she pulled her hands in reaction, Dante gripped them harder, as if to punish her.