Hot as Hell by Helenkay Dimon Page A

His whole body shook from the force of the plunge, as the orgasm sped through him.
    A shout still echoed in her ears moments later as she roused her satisfied body enough to slip off him and lay across his chest.
    With her ear pressed against him, heavy breaths bounced around his lungs and vibrated against her ear. She fell asleep wondering how she would ever go another two hours, let alone two months, without him.

Chapter Eleven
    H ours later Noah rolled over to check the time. After five and still dark. The world outside their door remained quiet except for the rustling of shrubs from the night breeze.
    “Makeup sex is amazing,” he said to the quiet room.
    Lexy stiffened in his arms at the comment just as Noah mentally predicted she would. After three rounds of swallow-your-tongue fantastic sex started off by one of the best blow jobs in the history of oral sex, Lexy held on to this bizarre idea that their relationship ceased to exist.
    “Problem?” he asked as if he didn’t know.
    “We are not back together.”
    He slid his hand down and pinched her bottom. “Feels like it.”
    She got her revenge by digging her nails into his chest.
    “Ow!”
    “That was just sex.”
    “You sound like a…”
    “Man?”
    “Maybe we do better when we don’t talk.”
    “The sex was about burning off extra adrenaline,” she insisted.
    “Which time?”
    When her hand hovered in chest-hair-attack mode, he covered it with his. Best to keep her palm flattened against his chest and out of jabbing range.
    “Everything caught up with me. Being scared and surprised. The detective’s accusations.” Lexy’s voice picked up speed with each phrase. “That’s it.”
    “Even when you were going down on me?”
    “Do you have to be so crude?”
    She seduced him and insisted he was the one out of control with lust. Uh-huh. Talk about denial. “What should I call it?”
    “It’s…you could say…” She sighed. “Okay, going down is fine.”
    “You sure? I have some other naughty terms we could use.”
    “Are you twelve?”
    “Let’s just say it had been awhile.”
    Too damn long. So long that he got light-headed when she had hit her knees in front of him. When his zipper came down, he had to grab on to the mattress to keep from throwing her on the bed and stripping her naked. And was he happy he did. Being on the receiving end of all that pent-up sexual need was a damn fine thing.
    “You can stop acting like a boy who’s just touched his first breast now,” she said.
    “You brought it up.”
    “And I am infinitely sorry for that.” She laid her head back down on his chest. The move sent her silky hair falling over his bare skin.
    “My original point was—”
    “You had one?”
    He tapped his fingers against her head and talked louder. “My point was that what I just experienced was not the lovemaking of a woman who just needed to get some.”
    “Sex.” She batted his hand away from her hair. “And, stop doing that.”
    “Use whatever word you want, but I’m not wrong.”
    “It’s about what you said earlier. About the time that’s gone by. It had been awhile for both of us.”
    Thinking about her having sex made him think about William. And that made him furious. Noah forced his body to relax. “You better mean it had been awhile since the last day we made love which, unless my memory is fading, and it isn’t, was the same day you gave the ring back and stormed out of my office.”
    “I walked.”
    “You mentioned something about Karen and staged a dramatic exit.”
    “I left the room.”
    “The office talked about it, and our screwed-up sex life, for weeks.”
    “Do you really want to have a discussion about your wife now?”
    “Ex and never.” He swallowed what little bit of his pride was left and asked the question that played in his head without end. “Speaking of other partners, how is William going to handle us getting back together?”
    “We’re not.”
    Focusing on the ceiling kept Noah