Free Lexie by Kimberly Dean

mind-numbing meetings. Right now, her defenses were down. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t , but he wanted to know…
    He reached for her.
    Ever so gently, he ran his fingertips down her bare arm, all the way from shoulder to elbow. As he watched, goose bumps popped up on the warm flesh. She shivered and her breath caught. When she looked at him, her gaze was a little wild.
    “You make me uncomfortable too,” he said gruffly.
    They stared at each other, the music throbbing and the air hazy around them.
    “Really uncomfortable,” he muttered.
    Closing the distance, he sank into her. He watched her closely as their bodies pressed from chest to knee. The heat was intimate, the contact electric. For a moment, she was stunned still. Then all those emotions she’d kept tempered for so long rushed forward to meet him. Her anger. Her heat. Her sweetness. He felt it in the way her body melted. He heard it in the catch in the back of her throat.
    “Lexie.” He kissed her. Firmly, fully, mouth locked on mouth. He sealed their lips tight, and the sensation was so good, it damn near made him groan aloud.
    Her lips were soft, velvety and they clung. The kiss deepened, their mouths opening wider for more contact. For a woman who was as strapped in and lashed down as she was, she knew how to kiss.
    And then some.
    That hard-on he’d gotten when he’d seen her dancing atop the bar came roaring back to life. He kissed her harder, letting his tongue slide over hers. A sound left her throat, and her fingers bit into his shoulders. He did it again, loving her heat, loving the way she responded. She moved restlessly, her body grinding against his. Softness against hardness. Heat against heat.
    Cam wanted to pick her up and carry her right out to his car. He could feel her nipples poking him and her hips rolling sexily. Her arousal was like every other emotion the alcohol had freed. Hot, immediate and right on the surface.
    What had started as an exploratory kiss was quickly turning into a blistering-hot make-out session. They were hidden together in the corner. Music pounded around them and bodies shifted nearby. They were in public. Anyone could see them.
    And he didn’t care.
    He moved closer, rocking his hips into her. She let out a soft whimper as her hands glided from his shoulders to lock around his neck. Their bodies fit together like yin and yang. Her breasts pressed tighter against his chest, and he settled his growing erection right where it wanted to be, in the warm nook at the top of her legs.
    He tangled his fingers in her hair as he nuzzled the feminine curve of her jawline. God, her hair… He clenched his fist in the dark curls. If the rest of her was this silky, he’d never last. Hungry for more, he sent his other hand down her side. His blood thundered hard when he found the not-so-professional slit in her oh-so-professional skirt.
    “You want the truth?” he whispered into her ear. “The billboard wasn’t pretty enough.”
    “Cam,” she gasped as he slid his hand around to the back of her thigh.
    But her knee bent. And she arched back against the jukebox.
    It took their weight as he caressed smooth, warm flesh, until the tips of his fingers brushed against panties.
    “Ahem.”
    The sound barely registered. Lexie rubbed the tip of her tongue against his, and Cam’s reaction was immediate. He was hard and ready.
    “Maybe I should make that ‘ Hey! ’” The word was accompanied with a none-too-gentle shove to the shoulder.
    Cam’s first instinct was to protect Lexie. His grip tightened on her as he turned, yet he was met with the sight of a woman identical to the one in his arms.
    “Should I get you two a room?” Roxie asked, her eyes narrowing.
    Lexie hissed. Even in the dim lighting of the bar, Cam could see the red creeping into her cheeks. She lifted her hand to cover her eyes, and he swore. It had taken him months to get close enough to talk to her. He’d leapfrogged quickly to get her into his arms, but