Jagger's Moves(8)

"I'll take those," he said, slipping the disgruntled man a tip. With suitcases in one hand and Lexa in the other, Jagger made his way to the airport exit.

"Ty, really this isn't necessary," Lexa protested as she fruitlessly tugged her hand. "I'm perfectly capable of making my own way to my hotel."

"Oh, we're headed to your hotel, Lexa," he assured her while visions of their naked bodies danced through his head. "I've already got all the info thanks to the moms."

Instead of answering him, she merely huffed out a breath and grumbled. Fine with him. The less she talked, the less reaction his body would have or so he hoped. Once they reached the hotel he'd have her bags delivered to her room, take her out to dinner and do his damndest to woo her into his bed. Not that he had a shot of seeing the inside of her room tonight, but maybe before his leave was up Jagger would be able to convince his childhood pal long distance relationships could work. Sure as shit he'd make it worth it giving her so many orgasms she'd be addicted to him. So addicted she wouldn't notice or care as he moved them into a more permanent relationship.

Fuck, the guys would give him hell over this, but all the hazing and pussy whipped jokes in the world wouldn't stop him from claiming the stubborn woman at his side. One look was all it had taken to lose his heart.

He would accept nothing less than Alexa loving him back. Like the good sailor he was Jagger mentally planned out the most important mission of his life. Getting her to fall in love with him before his leave was up.

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Subtly, Lexa slid her free hand down to her thigh and pinched the skin hard. She bit back a yelp of pain, assuring herself this was not a dream. Tyler was here. He'd been at the airport to pick her up and the erection he sported during their panty-drenching kiss had been real as well.

The drive to her hotel took place mostly in silence. She kept her eyes glued out the window but didn't really see the pristine beaches or azure waters. All her attention and focus tuned to the man driving easily and confidently through thick traffic.

What would happen once they reached her hotel? Would he drop her off with a brotherly kiss to the forehead and wish her well? Damn it, she didn't want to go back to the little sister spot in his mind. For the first time in her life, Tyler had seen her as a woman and she didn't care to shift back to the asexual being he'd always seen her as.

So what to do? Take the easy way and let him go without protest? Everything inside her screamed a resounding no. Tyler was the man she'd compared all others to and they'd all fallen short. Oh, yes, it was time to take back her life and sexuality. The only way to accomplish that? Lexa needed to seduce him into her bed.

A nice boring round of sex would put to rest her silly crush and she could get on with finding a man to settle down with it.

And if he blows your mind and turns out to be the best sexual experience of your life?

She ignored the inner voice. No reason to believe he would be any different than the few other men she'd slept with. As far as Lexa was concerned the G-spot was a myth made up by men to keep women coming back in hopes one of the idiots would finally discover the mysterious instant orgasm spot.

Her door opened, jolting Lexa out of her thoughts as she looked into the smiling tanned face of the valet parking attendant.

"Welcome, madam." He gave a small nod as he waited for her to slid out of the large SUV.

"Thank you. My bags are in the back. If you could—"

Too late. Ty was already unloading her bags. The thin cotton shirt strained under the fluid motion of his muscles as he lifted each suitcase from the cargo area. Did it make her a bad woman just because she wanted to lick and bite that firm skin and leave her mark on him?

A flip of his wrist sent his keys soaring to the young valet who caught them with ease. "I'll take it from here. Thanks." In a smooth gesture, he palmed the other guy's hand and the tip passed without anyone being aware. Why he acted so secretive over a lousy gratuity she'd never understand. If she got the opportunity, Lexa knew she'd ask him.

"Let's go," he said as one callused palm cupped her elbow, gently leading her into the air-conditioned coolness of the wide, white lobby.

"Ty, this really isn't necessary," she protested even as she wallowed in his proprietary attention. "I'm perfectly capable of getting to my room."

Abruptly, he stopped a few feet from the shining pale pine registration desk and turned to face her. He released her suitcase handles to shove his sunglasses on top of his head while keeping his other hand firmly wrapped around her arm.

"Look, Lex, I know you're an adult. I'm sure you have no problems getting things done without me here. However, I am here, and I thought we'd grab some dinner before you called it a night. Your mom said you didn't have plans until tomorrow night, right?" The sincere look in his bedroom eyes melted her protests before they even formed.