Page 84 of Get Lost

The back of her knees hit one of the double beds.

He shrugged one shoulder, then his arm shot out and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her against his body.

“There’s plenty I want todo, Kelsey.” He dragged his gaze down to her mouth, then lower to her chest. “But you don’twantme.”

Kelsey shook her head. “I don’t want you.” The lie was thick with desire. “I don’t evenlikeyou.”

Alexander's smirk pulled into a wicked grin.“I don’t like you either.”

She pressed her hips against his and his eyes tightened. His cock was firm between their bodies. “I think you’re a liar,” she whispered. “I think you want me.”

He raised one eyebrow, then challenged, “Should I prove it? How much I don’t want you?”

Kelsey narrowed her eyes. Her heart pinched on his words even though she was ninety-nine percent sure he was just playing with her. But he’d walked away from her a few times now, and the idea caused a twinge of pain in her chest. “What are you going to do, walk away from me again?”

He flinched, then sobered as he looked into her eyes. “Never.”

The force of the word and the blunt honesty behind it sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t one for relationships, and monogamy terrified her, but why couldn’t she justseewhere things went with Alexander? Like a little test? They didn’t have to commit their lives to one another, they could just… let their bodies do the talking.

A lot. Maybe even all the time.

Their chemistry was undeniable.

Okay, fine, it was off the fucking charts.

He dipped his head down to nip at her lip. “I thought you didn’t want me.”

“I don’t. I loathe you.”

He trailed his mouth further down, nibbling her chin, then her throat. Kelsey arched her back, giving him more access to her body. He bit her breast through her black shirt, and she gasped.

“You loathethis?”

“Very much,” she said breathlessly.

He lowered her onto the bed, stepped between her legs, then reached down to unzip her work pants. He pulled them down to mid-thigh, then slid his hand between her legs. Kelsey moaned from the contact.

“You loathe this?”

She nodded.

He pulled her shoes off, then tugged her pants down and lifted her more fully onto the bed. Then he began to unbutton his chef’s coat and Kelsey’s chest ached with disappointment. She almost told him to keep it on, but when he stripped out of it, exposing his bare, carved-from-steel torso, she changed her mind. A sexy chef was one thing, but anakedAlexander was something else entirely.

“Such a horrible view,” she teased.

Alexander smirked as he unbuttoned his black chef’s pants. “Almost as bad as mine. Take off your shirt.”

“Why would I do that?”

He bent over her so fast she gasped from surprise. He clamped down on her breast again, eliciting a moan from her lips, then slid his hand up beneath her shirt, into her bra, and teased her other nipple until both breasts ached for him.

“Okay, okay,” she gasped.

He stood, smiling self-righteously.

“You’re a smug asshole, you know that?”

Alexander nodded. “What can I say? You bring out the best in me.”

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