Page 14 of The Rules Of Attraction
Chapter 3
Summer
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There were two things that I was aware of as I entered Alex’s apartment.
The first was that the man was definitely incredibly rich.
The next was that he was a damn good kisser.
Really. Damn. Good.
Jesus, my body felt like it was on fire with every kiss and touch. It made me wonder what else he was good at.
The kissing eclipsed the myriad of thoughts and fears that zoomed through my mind.
On the way here I must have thought about everything under the sun, while he’d remained calm driving me in his Lamborghini.
Lamborghini.
I nearly fainted when I first saw it. The only other time I’d seen one was on TV.
I couldn’t help the skip in my step as I hopped inside thinking I was actually going to be driven around in a fancy, fast car. That temporarily dimmed my worries and my decision to go home with this man to his penthouse apartment .
I must have lost my mind because this couldn’t be me.
But this was living, because the way he touched me made me feel alive.
Alex picked me up, sweeping me up weightlessly, as if I weighed nothing.
I’d always been slim built but admittedly felt I’d gained a few pounds from stress eating in the last few weeks. His lips never left mine and he touched me as if I was indeed perfect.
Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist, but slid back down him as he pressed me up against the smooth surface of the wall nearest the sliding doors.
I settled against it as he pulled back and rested his strong arms either side of me.
“You’re scared.” He observed, looking at me with assessing eyes, but with a flicker of excitement. “Still worried something could happen to you?”
I didn’t think I showed my fear, or rather concerns, but maybe I was wrong.
“I’m not scared.” I tried to sound confident but I may have sounded more convincing if I didn’t have that quiver in my voice.
“What are your limits, angel?” A sinful smile flashed across his face and there was that flicker of excitement that I saw before in his eyes.
My limits, what were they?
I didn’t know. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had sex.
Again, I thought of Tom. We knew each other and I was used to him.
How did I explain without looking like a loser that I’d spent my life with exactly one man and with my nose buried in law books? So, I didn’t really have time to explore my limits.
I was aware that the beautiful man was waiting for my answer, but I was lost in my mind and lost in him, still trying to work out the best thing to say.
“I don’t have any.” At least it sounded like I was daring and the adventurous type.
The buzz from the drink that remained in me must have thought it was a good idea to give that answer, because the minute I spoke the words, the lawyer in me screamed.
