Take a Bow (The Perfect Plans Series Book 2) (12 page)

“Are you ready, baby?” his sinful expression holds me captive, unprepared as he suddenly plunges downwards, submerging underwater before me.

I gasp as he spreads my thighs around his neck, my legs dangling over his shoulders as he buries his face between them to rub his mouth against my core. The eroticism of his suggestive act draws my wanting moan, my fingers finding their way into his hair, tugging and pulling for more.

Expecting him to come up for air, I startle and yelp in surprise as he moves to stand, emerging from the water with my core still at his mercy, his fingers spread on my ass, holding me securely in place around his neck. The strength of his maneuver excites me as much as his face, still buried, between my legs.

Moaning, I absently tighten my grip in his soaked hair to gain measure in my balancing act atop his strong shoulders.

Water sluices off our bodies in the motion; mine held high in the air as he straightens fully, nipping and biting along my bikini bottoms, along the insides of my thighs. His hands glide up my spine, his fingers splaying wide on my back, guiding me, gently laying me down on the side of the pool.

“Alex…” I quake at the sheer magnitude of his power, his ability to hold me, maneuver me as he wants. Mold me any way he wishes.

My legs relax over his shoulders as he leans up, avidly tugging the strings of my bottoms undone, pulling them out of the way to expose my saturated sex to his wanting gaze. His eyes meet mine in a moment of sensual warning.

“Oh, God,” I moan with a shriek of pleasure as his tongue plunges inside. My head falls back from the sensual onslaught, the depths of his devouring strokes, the feel of his hot breath on me, inside me.

His returned groan sends a spike of desire up my spine, drawing my returned gaze. My needy hands tug and pull on his wet hair, urging him closer to assuage the desperate ache in my pussy. I can’t bring myself to look away, the act so erotic, so incredibly sexy, I can barely breathe through my lust-filled euphoria.

Opening his cerulean eyes to me, he laps at my slick folds, holding my gaze hostage as his tongue circles my clit. His stare is penetrating, searing me with each devouring lick and suck; the incessant sensual motions my undoing.

My core clenches in desperate need to be filled, and,
oh God
, the sexy, knowing smirk he flashes through his sinful assault is enough to make me willing to beg. “Alex…please…” I plead, panting in absolute want.

I gasp in instant release as he thrusts his fingers inside me, curled magically to hit the perfect spot he knows so well. The effect pushes me so quickly over the edge that I scream out loud, my body bowing uncontrollably in his grip, holding my knee in place over his shoulder.

His magician tongue and thrusting fingers don’t wane as my orgasm rushes through me. My body is on fire, burning within the grip of his steady rhythm.

Pulling his lips from my pulsing clit, he kisses along the inside of my thighs, slowing removing his fingers from my throbbing core as I shutter and quake, not wanting to let them go. A whimper of defeat escapes me at the loss, and he chuckles, gently removing my legs from his shoulders, laying them to dangle over the pool’s edge into the water.

I’m utterly spent. Satiated in euphoric bliss. And since I’m more akin to a floppy noodle, it doesn’t surprise me when he reaches for my hands, limp and lifeless at my sides, linking his fingers in mine to assist me in sitting up.

Despite my floating euphoria, however, my body feels as though it weighs a thousand pounds, and I rest my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Mmmm, Alex, that was…wow,” I mumble incoherently into the warmth of his flesh.

He chuckles again, and I want to playfully smack him for teasing me, but I don’t have the strength. Instead, I relish in the glide of his fingers along the abraded skin of my back from the coarse concrete.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he states in rebuttal to my blissful moans, curling me in his arms to carry me through the water.

I melt, taking in his stunning face, the sweet, loving smile that fills it, the heart stopping way he looks into my eyes. And for a moment, as he wades us towards the steps, I’m unable to break his gaze - that is until my attention is caught briefly by my discarded bikini bottoms floating aimlessly in the water. It’s an instant delicious reminder that beneath that beautiful, gentlemanly exterior lies a sinfully sexy man that owns me. Naked or otherwise.

Resting me on my feet before the opened glass doors of our suite, he flashes me another deviously delicious grin, slowly pulling the strings of my bikini top, my nipples puckering as it glides from my flesh.

Impatient for him, I nip my lip invitingly, plunging my fingers inside his board shorts to push them down his hips; he steps back to assist, kicking them to the side.

Every nerve ending is alight, burning with my renewed desire; the warm breeze like an aphrodisiac seeping into my pores as we stand, staring into each other’s eyes. The intense love and longing I see reflected in Alex’s gaze consumes me, my lips parting on a breathless moan from the assault.

“You have no idea how fast my heart races when I look at you,” his breathless words steal mine, his perfect eyes penetrating my soul, before he bends to lift me in his arms.

Carrying me to the bed, he lays me down gently on the white linen sheets, crawling over top of me, my hands gliding along his thick, corded muscles, savoring every rippling ridge.

His gaze steals my breath once more, his lips inches from my wanting mouth. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Aby,” he whispers huskily, taking me in an earth-shattering kiss, his tongue insinuating his desperate need. “I can’t wait…I need to be inside you,” he manages against my lips.

“Yes, Alex. Take me. Now,” I beg, moaning in anticipation as he settles his hips between my spread legs. “God…”

Our groans collide in unison as he slides his cock along my wetness, teasing back and forth along my clit, lining up to thrust deep in one long fluid motion. My fingers curl and flex at his back, my head leaned back, eyes closed in absolute abandon. I love the way he feels inside me, the way he makes me feel. He makes me whole. Complete.

His thrusts quicken, pushing us to the edge, plunging inside me over and over, hitting each and every sensitive nerve. Our bodies shake from crazed desire, lust; sweat coating our flesh, my nails scratching down his sinewy back.

Savage in our need, primal in our frenzy, his lips nip and lick along my collarbone, the sensitive skin at the curve of my neck, his hands holding my head in place, gripped tight in my hair.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans. “Mine...”

“God, yes! Alex, I’m coming!” I scream, my feet digging into the mattress, my hips gyrating to meet his thrusts measure for measure.

“Yes, baby, come. Come for me…” he demands, and I fall, plummeting into oblivion; my gaze blackened in the rush that spirals into a white haze of ecstasy.

I scream his name over and over, matching his incessant plunges into my greedy, soaked core, my legs shaky and quivering as I flood him with my orgasm. “I love you…” my screams dwindle into a whisper of euphoria.

His thrusts slow, his body bowing and tightening above me, before he stills, careening through my haze with every bucking ridge of his cock filling me with his come. “I love you more,” he replies on a husky whisper.

“GOOD MORNING, SLEEPY head.”

I open my eyes to find a playful Alex staring down at me. “The only thing good about it is waking up to you,” I stretch, turning into his warmth. “Was that the door bell I heard?” I question just as it chimes a second time.

“That it was.” He smiles, hopping out of bed in his naked glory, grabbing his pajama bottoms to pull them on. “I ordered an early breakfast. We have to leave for the airport by noon.”

I can’t help but pout as his glorious manhood disappears beneath the white fabric, then I smirk at his knowing grin. “Don’t give me that cheeky smile, it’s your fault I’m so sleepy this morning.”

“And it’s your fault,” he bends to lift my chin for a chaste kiss, “…that I’m so in love with you, I can’t help but keep you up all night long. What would Stacey, say? Suck it up, buttercup?” His crooked grin is the end of me.

He leaves to answer the door and I decide to freshen up quickly while he’s dealing with room service; donning my white boy shorts and matching tank before exiting the washroom. Upon my return, he’s sitting up in bed, waiting for me.

“Breakfast is on the veranda, it can wait. Come here,” he orders in that tone I can’t ignore.

I walk obediently towards him, only to purse my lips at a second showing of his knowing simper. “You’re the devil,” I turn away, but he grabs my arm, pulling me down into his lap.

“If I’m the devil, Aby, you are the angel that will save me,” he tips my head with the touch of his finger, taking me in a sensual kiss.

I’m breathless, spinning in a loving haze, by the time he releases me.

“I wanted to keep you here, hidden away with me for just a little longer,” his eyes reflect the truth of his sentiment.

“I wish you could have,” I smile. I really do, but at the same time, I need to get back and face reality with Alex. Learn to exist in his world, without ever wanting to run from it again. “Being alone with you was never part of my fears, Alex.” I sit up, facing him; he shifts to make room for me at his side. “When I’m alone with you, the rest of the world doesn’t exist. And, as it turns out,” I shrug, grimacing playfully, though half-heartedly, “…we won’t always be alone. I want to face the real world -
yours
- by your side. No more running.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me, Aby. I trust in your love. Our love. But this little getaway of ours, it was about more than just romance - though that played a very large role.”

“A role you could win an Oscar for pulling off, seamlessly, I might add.”

His humble smile always takes my breath away. “I’m glad to hear you think so,” he brushes my cheek. “The other part of my plan in whisking you off alone was because I needed you to trust in
my
love for you, too. To make you see that no reality can ever change the way I feel about you.”

It takes a moment for my lungs to fill with air. “That was the most romantic thing I think anyone in the entire world has ever said to…anyone,” I grasp for words, still awestruck by his.

His eyes search mine, and I realize he’s waiting for an answer to a question he never actually asked. But I heard it, and it’s lingering now in its continued silence. “I do, Alex. I trust the love you feel for me. I think I trust it even more because you made sure to show me, made sure I actually saw it, felt it, even before you said the words. Thank you for that gift.” I reach out to cup his face in my hands, leaning in to kiss him with as much gentle passion as his actions and words speak to me.

Covering my hands with his as we break our beautifully perfect kiss, he holds me in place to look into my eyes. “I love you more than I ever imagined possible, Aby. I’m bound to you, sweetheart. Irrevocably yours.”

“As I am to you. I love you.”

“I love you more.” His playful smile pulls at mine, and I can’t help but play back.

“Bound, huh? Like, wrapped around my little finger?” I tease, holding it up, flashing him a smile.

“Oh, absolutely,” he nods, his eyebrow shifting in sexy agreement.

My eyes flicker to the ribbon holding the netting canopy to the bedpost, a delicious idea popping into my mind. Reaching for the long, hanging strands on one side, I take his hand, biting my lip as I prepare to tie them around his wrist.

“Bondage, Miss Ryan?” There’s a hint of humor mixed with his enticing tone. “Ideas from your latest romance novel?”

“Possibly…” I tease flirtatiously, bowing the ribbon to secure him with a loose knot. “I think it’s time for a little pay back.”

His brow repeats its devilish shift, his lips curling into that sinful grin as I mount him to make my way to the other side. “Payback?”

For a moment I just stare, lost in his incredibly hot, challenging gaze. It really isn’t fair, the effect he has on me. The memory of his lips and tongue devouring my chocolate covered flesh squeezes down my core, and I grind reflexively atop him.
Who knew frozen yogurt could be so much fun?

Releasing a breathless groan, he reaches for my ass with his free hand, rocking me against him with his firm grip. The effect is thrilling, but I’m not relenting control.

“Hungry?” I ask playfully, grinding a second time, watching the desire twist in his gaze.

His eyes close on an openmouthed release of breath before his lips curl into another slow grin, his hips undulating beneath me.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I smile, removing his hand from my thigh to secure it on the other side of the bed.

“You can take anything you want.” His eyes watch mine as I sit back down in place atop him. “I’m just not sure your little plan is going to keep me from taking what’s
mine
in return,” he adds, pulling lightly on his bindings in warning.

“Patience, stallion,” I grin wickedly, bending to kiss him, my hips matching the teasing efforts of my tongue as I work my fingers through the tousled curls at his nape. The feel of his arousal beneath me is exhilarating.