Mostly.
Somewhat.
Not even.
Ugh!I went out of my way to pack it. I want to say it’s to remind me how I triumphed over the bad times and that I’m stronger than I remember, but that’s a crock of shit. I keep it with me because Alex’s scent conjures up more good memories than bad.
He let me go at Substanz.
He kept my name out of every report, even though I was a stranger to him.
He even went as far as doctoring the files to make it appear as if there was never a second shooter.
And that was before we officially met.
Now his scent reminds me of his roguish grin when I squirmed beneath him, the extra beat his heart gained when I smiled at him, and how he looked at me as though he couldn’t breathe without me in his life. Our time together was short, but I amassed enough memories to last me a lifetime.
With my lower lip caught between my teeth, I pad across my room to gather his aftershave in my hands. The lid has never been cracked, but the smell embedded in its black box assures it doesn’t need to be opened to fill me with memories both bitter and sweet.
The thick duvet on my bed clouds me when I flop my back onto the mattress, dumping Alex’s bottle of cologne next to my head in the process. While my fingers skate across my fluttering stomach, I recall the last time I smelled his scent in person. Although it was from a distance, nothing could impede his manly smell.
My eyes snap shut as my memories jump back to when we bumped heads in the elevator. My recollections of that afternoon are still a little groggy, but nothing can dampen the concern I saw in Alex’s eyes when he scooped me into his arms.
That’s when my obsession with him started. I’ll always maintain that I’m a strong and independent woman, but having a man literally sweep me off my feet was an occurrence I never saw coming but secretly craved.
As my hand lowers to the dampness my sheer panties are struggling to conceal, my mind drifts to our first kiss. It was vicious and fueled with jealousy, and I loved every fucking minute of it. It assured my mind that I wasn’t going crazy; I had just gone a little senseless over a man who stole more than just my mojo.
A grin graces my lips. I thought one taste of Alex would be enough. I had no idea. He was so addictive, one contact demanded another and another and another until we finally surrendered to the desires swarming us with hungry, insatiable electricity.
My back arches from my bed in the same manner it did in the field all those months ago when my fingertip rolls over the aching bud between my legs. My clit is throbbing, the movie rolling through my head compelling its aroused state.
After toying with my clit enough times it stirs up jitters in my stomach, I slip two fingers inside myself. I move them in and out of my snug canal at the speed Alex fucked me in the field. It is leisurely and devoted, while also hungry and needy.
The heat between my legs jumps to a scorching level when I recall how his beard always scraped my chest when he sucked my nipples into his mouth. The bedding entangles my feet when I thrust upward, giving myself to him wholly and without restraint as I wish I had done all those months ago. I can see his rugged grin, smell his sweat-slicked skin.
I grow wetter, slicker. “Please. Oh, god, please,” I pant through the stars blistering in front of my eyes, not caring who hears my whimpers. “I need more. I’m desperate, so very desperate. . .”For you.
My breathing skids to a stop when my memories fast forward to the night Alex slathered me with frosting. I lick my lips, tasting the sweetness of my earlier splurge as my fingers increase their speed. My treat tonight was deliciously sweet, but it didn’t come close to how it tasted when mixed with Alex’s skin.
A throaty garble rolls up my chest as I recall the glint in his eyes when I climbed up his thick, enticing body to help myself to his stupendous cock. I never understood the saying “morning glory” until that morning. Let me tell you, it is a spectacular way to start your day.
My fingers grind in and out of my pussy more steadily as I take on the pace of that morning, a slower and more cherished speed since it wasn’t just my pussy Alex was consuming. He took his time with me, devouring every inch of me, from my slicked sex to my heart.
A familiar wave curls low in my stomach when I recall the emotions he handed me that day. The lazy smiles. The silent promises.His pledge of love.
I still as desire races through my veins. My last memory has me achieving something I haven’t accomplished on my own in over eighteen months. I’ve brought myself to climax.
As a blistering smile stretches across my face, my body relents to the glorious sensation roaring through it. Every fine hair on my body bristles as Alex’s name quivers from my lips in a breathless moan. My climax soaks my panties with heat as my body fills with desire. It also loosens the rope that’s been lassoed around my throat the past twelve months, allowing my lungs to finally rejuvenate with oxygen.
It is sensational and long. . . until I’m interrupted by a giant with a rugged grin and overly tattooed body.
“Regan, are you alright?”
Thirty-One
Regan
“Hey, you guys came home earlier than I had expected last night,” I say to Isabelle as she saunters into the kitchen.
