Chapter 42 Lola

• He kissed me once again, and this time I heard a soft moan escape up through my mouth as it pressed to his, and through his lips, I felt the excitement and wonder I stirred in Alex. Slowly, as I grasped at his sides, at the shirt he wore, the shirt which smelled of smoke and ruin and sweet cologne, he bore down on me, until I lay on my back.
• Alex reached down, his hands sending a pleasurable tingle of lust through me as they explored my breasts, my hips, and finally my waist. I felt like a woman with him. It was as if the last few hours had stripped away every mask I wore—waitress, mom, former singer—until I was just me, was just the essence of who I was. And a smile played on my lips and I sighed contentedly as he reached beneath the folds of my wedding dress, and his hands rested on my thighs. One of his arms reached up my skirts, and before I knew it, he’d rested his palm against my panties, and I began to grind my hips against his hand in response. I wanted him to know how much I desired him. I had to have him.
• I sat up, in the firelight, as though shocked out of a dream. My hands reached instinctively for the buttons on his shirt. I wanted to peel down his defenses too, let him feel just like a man, with me, just a woman.