Page 40 of The Rival in South Africa
My stomach fluttered, and I tipped my hips against his erection. Alex reached further down, palming his hand just below my knee and lifting up, spreading me open and hooking my leg on his waist.
I broke the kiss and moaned while Alex trailed kisses down the column of my neck.
“Don’t we have a reservation to get to?” I gasped. He was doing something with his fingers now, sliding around from behind and running it up and down the entire thong.
“Yes, but I also bought condoms. And you look too fucking good in this dress. I think you should take it off.”
I pushed him away as his fingers tried to climb up my back and find the zipper. “Call the restaurant and cancel, and I’ll take this off.”
Alex leaned back against the door and closed his eyes, tipping his head back and taking deep breaths.
“You can call them, even with an erection.”
His lips screwed up. “No, I can’t.”
“They won’t know, you know.”
He looked at me, appalled. “I’ll know!”
I pressed up against him, and he chuffed out a laugh before pushing me away. “You said you were going to take that off.”
Pointedly, I looked down at his tented trousers. “That’s not going to help your situation.”
Alex closed his eyes again, and I leaned on my couch, waiting. After a minute or two, with noticeable tented trouser reduction, Alex pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed.
“Yes, hello, I have a reservation in”—he checked his watch— “fifteen minutes and I’m not going to make it.”
I raised my right hand to the opposite side of my body and raised my left arm to expose the zipper. Alex’s eyes zoned in on my fingers, and I gripped the zipper and tugged downward.
His eyes widened the further down I got.
“Yes. Boyd.”
Reaching the bottom, I let both hands fall to my hem and crossed my arms.
“Yes, for two people.” His eyes narrowed.
I raised the hem of my dress, wiggling my hips as I brought the material up and over my head, letting my hair fall in a mess around my face. I shook my hair out and dropped the dress beside me. I stood in front of Alex, naked save for that thong he’d felt under my dress.
The phone fell away from Alex’s ear, and I heard the tinny voice talking to him. He blinked, taking me in from my messy hair to my toes.
“No-sorry-I-can’t-reschedule-must-go-now-bye.” Clicking off, Alex tossed the phone on the couch behind me. “You,” he said, tracing a palm over my hip, “look like you need a very good fucking.”
And with that, he bent down and threw me over his shoulder. “Which way’s your room?”
I squealed. “Alex! Put me down.”
“Nope, can’t. I’m choosing a door.”
Alex stomped through the house in search of my bedroom, and as he made for one of the doors, I giggled. “Not that one.”
He tilted his head to lightly gnaw on my ass cheek. “Cheeky. This one?”
I didn’t answer and instead slid my hand down the back of his trousers.
Next thing I knew, I was being tossed onto my bed. The sheets were already a mess—I never managed to be one of those people who made their own bed every day, but I suspected Alex was—and I bounced gently before Alex was on me.
We kissed, deep and hot, before Alex started to trail his way down my body.
