As it turns out, the man Andy fell in love with is more of a mystery than she first thought. When they give their relationship another chance, it's not long before Lex's secrets begin to unravel, threatening their happily ever after.
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For the first time in weeks, I was alive.
It was as if Lex's lips on mine were waking me up from a deep, numbing slumber, and I could finally breathe, live, feel. His kiss was making me the woman I used to be, the one I'd only been the shadow of lately. As if I'd lost a part of myself, and had found it back, making me whole again.
I had been suffocating, and he was oxygen.
At first, I didn't dare to move, worried it would shake him out of it, remind him he didn't want to be doing that. We stayed absolutely immobile, his hands holding me in place, our mouths pressed together.
But as much as I tried, I wanted more. I needed so much more. I tilted my head to the side, adjusting our angles, and pushed myself further up to kiss him harder. When he didn't recoil, it gave me more confidence, thinking he might not fight it as much as I thought.
Feeling bold, I shifted my arms, so I had one hand on his nape, and a hold on his middle, pulling him closer. At the same time, I parted my lips, my tongue darting out timidly to caress the stiff line of his sealed lips. That was all it took, and the second time, when I more confidently dared demand for more, his tongue met mine, needing the same thing.
Our kiss started slow, languid, amorous. We took our time, getting reacquainted, remembering what it felt like, what it tasted like. One of Lex's hands moved away from my temple, and I soon felt his fingers dig into my hip, pulling me closer.
My heart was hammering in my chest, making it feel like it was swelling, expanding to make room for all the emotions I was having. I was kissing Lex again. He was holding me in his arms, eagerly keeping me there. I'd forgotten how good he was at kissing, how perfectly we aligned, despite him being so much taller. I had missed the way the light stubble of his chin grazed my skin. I'd missed the thickness of his hair between my fingers, the way his strong body felt against my soft curves...
I wasn't sure when it started, but our kiss slowly became hungrier, needier, sloppier. We were pulling and tugging, trying to get more than could be physically given. I accidentally bit on his lips, the passion making me forget my manners, and he groaned, the primal sound making my insides palpitate. With each second that passed, it got more intense, and we were soon struggling to keep up, my whimpers meeting his low grunts.
I slipped my hands under his shirt, passing my palms over the powerful shapes of his back, sending an adventurous hand to his front, enjoying the defined muscles of his abdomen, enjoying the light patch of hair on his chest, reminding myself of how his body felt.
One of Lex's hands traveled lower, his large palm molding to the curve of my behind, his fingers clawing into the flesh as he pulled me closer, pressing my lower front against his. My light dress and the fabric of his shorts formed a ridiculously thin layer between us, and I could feel with accuracy the hard shape of his shaft digging into my lower stomach.
Arousal pierced through me, a wave of lust making my knees weak. I didn't even try to hold back the moan that came out of me to end into his demanding mouth. Fuck, I wanted this. I wanted him to make love to me, to fuck me, to take me and never stop.
