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Missie glances around, looking at the furnishings, but eventually her gaze comes back to me, her eyes lighting up as I close the distance between us.
“I’ve thought about nothing else except this since we parted,” I murmur, putting my hands on her hips and backing her up to the wall. She meets it with a bump, and looks up at me with big eyes as I move close to her.
I cup her face and study her mouth. “You’re trembling,” I observe. “Are you cold?” I’d be surprised—the air con is on and it’s a pleasant temperature in the room.
She shakes her head.
“Frightened?”
She shakes again.
“Nervous?”
Another shake.
I frown.
“I’m excited, Alex,” she whispers. “I want you so badly. I’ve watched you all morning, with my family, with Damon’s, with your friends, and everyone thinks you’re grumpy, but you’re not. You’re so warm and friendly with everyone, and you’re gentle and kind, but you’re so fucking sexy you make me ache…”
I lower my head until my lips are just brushing hers. “I haven’t forgotten that nice thing you said in front of my friends. I know it was a joke, but—”
“It wasn’t a joke. You are really, really good in the sack, and I’ll tell everyone who cares to listen.”
I touch my tongue to her bottom lip, and her lips part with a sigh. I stifle a groan. I’m already hard as a rock, and I could easily toss her on the bed and thrust us both to a climax in minutes. But she deserves more than that. She deserves as much pleasure as a woman can stand. And I’m determined to spend a lifetime showing her what she means to me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Missie
Is this man for real? He holds my face and kisses me with agonizing slowness, tenderly and yet with passion, as if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen, and he’s worshiping me with his mouth.
I meant what I said to him—I’ve been watching him all morning, and I just love the way he is with people. He’s the perfect best man—he’s been introducing himself to everyone, telling them to come and see him if they need anything, getting old aunties cushions and drinks and the kids treats, and always keeping the conversation flowing, so nobody feels uncomfortable. We work quite well together in that way, as that’s what I’m like, too. Lee hated social gatherings like this and would hang around out on the outskirts being sulky and monosyllabic until he was able to join his friends, and it’s been nice to have someone by my side who’s so similar.
Oh my God, I’m more than half in love with him, and falling more and more with each minute we spend together. I wanted to play this cool, to take my time, but it’s impossible with the way he treats me.
Like right now—he could have torn off my clothes, tossed me on the bed, and screwed me all the way to heaven in minutes, and I wouldn’t have complained. But he doesn’t. Instead, his tongue teases mine, giving slow, sensual thrusts, while he sinks his hands into my hair, stroking with his thumbs and sending shivers all the way through me. He presses up against me, using his height and weight to pin me to the wall, and leaving me in no doubt that he’s turned on. He’s showing me that he wants me, but that he’s not going to give into his desires, not yet anyway.
Still kissing me, he begins unbuttoning his shirt. “I want to feel you,” he murmurs. “Your skin against mine.”
“Okay.” I know better than to complain that it’s broad daylight. I’m going to have to get over my nerves about being naked with this guy. My stretch marks don’t seem to affect how much he wants me at all.
I take off my top while he removes his shirt, and then, still kissing, we unbutton our trousers and remove them, too. He takes a moment to admire me in my lacy cream bra and knickers, and then he unclips my bra and slides the straps down my arms. He hooks his fingers in the elastic of my knickers and draws them down my legs until I step out of them. Finally, he removes his boxers, and now we’re both naked, and I sigh at the sight of all that taut, tanned skin. He’s young, fit, and healthy, muscular, and toned, like an underwear model. I’m still shy of my body—I don’t exercise as much as I should, plus I’ve always had big boobs, and after having a child, nothing’s as tight and high as it used to be.
But he cups my breasts with a sigh, and strokes me as if I’m a perfect Aphrodite, worshiping me with his hands. I love the way he touches me, skimming his fingers over my ribs and back, and I can feel my body reacting to him, goose bumps popping out on my skin, my nipples tightening, and down below I’m swelling and growing moist, ready for when he slides inside me.
He’s still kissing me, but as I tremble again, his lips curve up against mine, and he gives a short laugh. “Come here,” he scolds, taking my hand and leading me over to the bed. “It’s like trying to make love to a girl in the Arctic.” He draws back the thick duvet in its brilliant-white cover, and we both climb on the mattress. He falls back, bringing me with him so I tumble on top of him, then draws the duvet over us, and we snuggle down beneath it.
“There,” he says, tucking the duvet around me. “Better?”
“I wasn’t cold.” I’m still trembling. “It’s you, Alex. It’s all you. Just looking at you turns me to caramel.” I wish I could explain how I feel about him. How seeing him makes me catch my breath. How I can’t think about anything else when we’re not together.
We look into each other’s eyes for a moment, and the affection I see in his makes me catch my breath. I think he feels the same way about me.
Something shifts between us, an understanding, maybe, a realization. It’s as if we’ve reached a checkpoint in our relationship, a moment when both of us can feel this turning into something deeper. Officially it’s only our second date, but of course it’s been going on much longer than that. He’s been seducing me since day one, when he took me for a walk in Hagley Park. I’m sure he doesn’t take all his clients out for a romantic walk through the park. Now I know him better, it wouldn’t surprise me if he’d planned it. But we’d never met—I’d literally just walked into his office—so he couldn’t have had any idea that we’d be attracted to one another. He must have just found me attractive right away, even though I was a mess, my brain scrambled with thoughts of Finn’s treatment.
He looks to the side, and I follow his gaze to the colorful bird-of-paradise plants in their pots on the patio. It’s a beautiful day, the sunshine pouring through the sliding doors, bringing with it the smell of the mown grass and flowers in the gardens, and in the distance the faint sound of music and laughter from the terrace way above us.
Alex tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, and I look back at him to see him watching me. Softly, he starts singingYou Are My Sunshine, and he smiles as he tells me that I make him happy. Then he slides his hand to the back of my head and brings it down so he can kiss me.
