Page 70 of Hollywood Undercover
If he’s touching me like this, then he knows,right?
Her epiphany flitted away as quickly as it had arrived, and her thighs spilled open wider to revel in his penetrating touch. Whimpering with need, she clasped the back of his head while he excitably ran his expert tongue from one nipple to the next, causing her body to instinctively move up and down his thrusting fingers. The most exquisite ecstasy accompanied each stroke. The building tension expanded and filled her up to where combustible pleasure was ready to ignite. Faster and faster, he beckoned for her to come. She cried out, ready torelease.
“All you have to do,” he groaned against her chest, “is let yourself befree.”
There was no holding back. It was now ornever.
“Bash, I’m not who youthink—”
An explosion of euphoric pleasure snatched the admission from her lips. The rest of the words never made it out. Her body erupted in vivid gold and violet flames of rapture, and the fire instantly engulfed all of her in an explosiveorgasm.
“Fuck…yes,” she cried out, amazed after the fact that it was probably loud enough to wake thedead.
Alexandra’s eyelids popped open and she jerked awake in a panic. Praying she didn’t actually scream out loud in the midst of the erotic dream that had the covers kicked to the floor and her body dripping with sweat, she sat up and looked around. No one came running, and that was a damned good sign in herbooks.
She hurriedly patted down her chest, confirming she was still wearing the dark blue pajamas she had on when she went to bed. Looking over at the full length mirror at the corner of the room, she saw her reflection. Her face was flushed with embarrassment at what justhappened.
“What am I, back to living like a teenager?” shemuttered.
She quietly climbed out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. A cold shower was definitely inorder.
The water hit the tiles of the shower with a soothing whisper as she undressed. After double checking to make sure the door was locked, she slipped beneath thespray.
“Ugh! When did this become mylife?”
Well, that’s simple. This became my life the minute I lost track of who exactly Iam.
Groaning, she yanked down a washcloth from the shelf next to the shower, and washed away herfrustration.
Or am I washing away my self-satisfaction?
Whatever.
She allowed her mind to make the connections, and spoke into the spray of the shower, “It all began when I cut off my hair after deciding the best way to avoid the notoriety of being Lexxi Rock, world famous rock star, was to dress up and pretend to be someone else. What the fuck was Ithinking?”
The tepid water cascaded over the crown of her head, plastering her dark raven locks of hair to her scalp. The longer tendrils dripped water into her face, and she sputtered, blinking her eyes to clear them. It was hard to believe that only a month ago, having showers was a thirty-minute ordeal that involved shampooing and detangling her purple, knee-length hair. That might’ve been her signature look as Lexxi Rock, but boy was it a hassle. Looking back, she wasn’t sure it was worth the extra upkeep, just for the privilege of swirling the mass of purple waves around and around while rocking out on her guitar whenever she performed inconcert.
With her career on hold, she had no regrets about cutting it all off so she could hide in plain sight and be close to her father during his initial bout of pneumonia. Now that her father was back to square one after the house fire, she had even fewer regrets about cutting off her tresses and dying her hair black to adopt the persona of Alex Roberts,nephewof Maxwell Storme. It was the only way she could think of to be close to him without bringing the media baggage of celebrity life along with her. In retrospect, her only misstep was she could have been anyone—definitely a female anyone. She wished she hadn’t settled on the first idea that came tomind.
It was a dumb idea, thinking it would be easier to throw the paparazzi off her scent by playing the role of aguy.
Just a matter of changing mywardrobe.
Yeahright.
It was too bad she didn’t figure on meeting her father’s neighbor, Sebastian Sullivan, the sexy firefighter next door who, in an ironic twist, turned out to be gay, and had the hots for Alex Roberts. Still, she couldn’t even regret that part. Bash saved her and Dad last night from what could have been disaster, and now she was staying in his house to avoid a hotel stay that would surely bring her presence in Tucson tolight.
There was only one downside to her charade. Coming clean would also mean she was sure to break Bash’s heart and lose the trust of someone who had become a goodfriend.
Well, maybe two downsides, because she had fallen for Bash, and Alexandra Storme almost definitely wasn’t histype.
