Take a Bow (The Perfect Plans Series Book 2) (39 page)

“You know that high horse you’re riding is going to be a bitch of a fall.”

‘Ohhh,” she flashes a sincere, beaming smile, “Look at you, talking all
Stace-i-fied
. I’m so proud. Besides, I know I have flaws too, but my boobs usually distract people from them.”

I continue, ignoring her, “Alex and I came with our own baggage…Issues with trust, insecurity, bad communication…”

“Assumptions,” she adds. “Although that being said, I too would have made the same assumption you made last night. But the difference between you and I, princess, is that I wouldn’t have left without seeing what was behind door number one. Just saying.”

“Thanks for the clarification. My point
is
Alex and I have to learn to deal with our issues. There’s no other alternative. He loves me as much as I love him, Stace.”

“I know he does, poodle. You’re like two peas in a fucked up pod. AND,” she blurts to hush me, “…that’s okay. We all are. You can take the easy road and walk away, or you stay and fight for what you have - if it’s worth fighting for.”

“It’s
so
worth fighting for.”

“Then I couldn’t be more happy for you, Abs.”

“Thanks, Stace,” I take her hand, giving it a loving squeeze.

“So are we, like, at the intermission of your drama now? Cause I have to pee.”

Laughing, I shake my head, “You’re awful, my sarcastic trucker-mouth, pain in the ass, best friend.”

“Hey, I may be a pain in the ass, but I bring a lot to the table - and I’ll make no exception tonight, sista. Once I change into sexy dress number two, I’ll be dancing
on
the table,” her devious smile makes me laugh. “Come on,” she pulls my held hand, “It’s time to fulfill the most important duty of the Maid of Honor - holding my dress while I pee.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to pee once you get out of the dress to change?” I question the obvious as she drags me along.

“Oh absolutely, but where’s the fun in that? We’re making memories, toilet duty and all.”

“SO, TRADITIONALLY, THE man that catches the garter has the privilege of adorning it on the beautiful leg of the woman that catches the bouquet?” Alex asks from over my shoulder, wrapping me in his arms as we watch a loving Thomas bent before his seated bride.

“That’s how it works,” I mutter through a wide smile, leaning back into his delicious hold.

“Should we make a game plan?” he kisses my neck, his lips a shock of sensual therapy.

“You do realize that,
traditionally
, the man and woman that do the catching are said to be bitten by the wedding bug in return, don’t you?” I bite my lip at the thought. “Although that doesn’t necessarily mean to
each other
,” I add quickly, feeling suddenly nervous at the idea of Alex sliding the garter up another woman’s leg.

“Semantics,” he objects, kissing my bare shoulder. Stacey’s choice of a strapless dress for me was brilliant, and Alex has been taking advantage of the exposed flesh all evening. “That garter is
mine
,” he adds in a husky whisper.

Oh God
, I close my eyes, my body’s building and impending eruption to the constant attention of his words and touch reaching a point of no return. Combined with our evening-long consumption of alcoholic aphrodisiacs and suggestive glances, I’m not sure how much longer I can resist before imploding.

“We don’t have to participate…” I trail off in a haze of lust. I need to get my hands on him. Soon.

“What? And miss being bitten by that wedding bug?” his words are inviting in their suggestiveness.

The entire idea of the ritual highlighting a path to our possible future is incredibly tempting. But at the same time, I want to experience our journey uninfluenced by wedding folktales. And more prominently, at this very moment, I want to experience
him
. Alone. Every perfect inch.

“Well, we could just bail on the games and go for the gold upstairs,” I offer suggestively, unable to resist the urge to grind my ass back against him inconspicuously.

The hint of the arousal of his erection at my behind erupts my desperate needy core. Squeezing the want away before I attack him right here, I fumble in my clutch for the key card to my room, spinning in his hold to dangle it invitingly. “Stacey and Thomas thought it would be safer for some of the guests to have a room to retreat to.”

Momentarily eyeing the access card, his molten stare darts back to mine. The desire that hits me in the motion of his sinful gaze is enough to blow the roof off my impending orgasm right here among the crowd.
Holy Shit
.

Grabbing my hand, he tugs me in the direction of the exit doors. My head spins as we rush through the lobby in our tornado of desire, his tongue taking ownership in lustful warning of what’s to come before the closing of the elevator doors.

“BABY, I NEED you to hurry,” Alex groans against the back of my neck.

He’s driving me crazy with want, his finger grazing along my bare shoulder sending bolts of heat along my core. I need him. Now.

“Oh god, Alex…I can’t…” I manage in needy frustration, my hands shaking uncontrollably in anticipation.

Chuckling, he reaches around to pull the keycard from my grip, seamlessly unlocking the door before pushing it open and dragging me inside.

Our lips crash feverishly as he pulls me into his arms, the door slamming closed behind us barely a pinprick in the lustful hazed silence, filled only by our restless moans.

Desperate to feel him, I slide my fingers inside the lapels of his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms until it falls to the floor. I reach for the buttons of his shirt without hesitation, blindly releasing them one by one until his heated skin is at the mercy of my greedy fingertips.

“Alex…” I moan into his kiss, running my hands along his chest, clawing my nails through his chest hair as I slide his shirt off his shoulders. A whimper of pleasure escapes my lips as it falls to the floor, his perfect body bared to my touch. I can barely breath I’m so overcome, my need for him so great, I could combust from its heat, if not melt to the floor in a puddle of lust first.

“Mmmm, I know, baby,” he murmurs, brushing his lips along my jaw, his hands splayed along my back, wrenching me flush against his strong body. “God, I need you too,” he admits with a husky groan, squeezing me tight. “You’re mine, Aby.
Mine
...”

“Ye-es, Alex. Yours. Always…” my breathless whisper escapes as my head falls back in absolute abandon, his fingers gliding seductively through my hair, securing the tresses firmly in his grip.

“There was no stopping what we started, Aby…” he trails off, tugging my hair to angle my neck to his lips and tongue, the onslaught singeing my sensitive flesh.

Mumbling incoherently in agreement, my hands devour his back, my fingers begging for him. My breasts are swollen and heaving, my nipples puckering, pushing against the constricting tightness of my dress - my body’s affirmation of his ownership. He’s owned me from the beginning; I could never stop loving him, never stop wanting him.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“You. I just need you, Alex. I want you all over me. Do anything you want with me…” I plead, desperate for him. Needy. Crazed. Madly and irrevocably in love.

“Sweetheart, I’ll give you
everything
you need,” he growls. “I want you dripping wet, baby. I want the taste of you all over me.”

I gasp as he lifts me in his arms, grateful for the speed with which he makes his way to the bed.
God, I’ve missed him
…I lick and nip along his corded neck, my arms wrapped tightly around his strong shoulders as I luxuriate in his masculine scent
.

Setting me on my feet, he turns me, brushing aside my hair to reach for the zipper of my dress. Moans of need escape my lips as his heated breath dances across my flesh, eliciting delicious shivers as pulsing spikes of lust shoot along my core, my pussy throbbing in desperation. My body is aching for him, and as my dress sashays to the floor, I tremble in the anticipation of his touch and gaze.

Turning to face him, I’m stunned by the sheer desire flashing in his baby-blue eyes - eyes filled with animalistic hunger, devouring me in his stare, his fists clenched at his sides as though he’s trying to restrain the beast inside.

“Make love to me, Alex,” I whisper, cupping his jaw. “Don’t hold back. It’s what I need…” I sigh seductively, reaching back to undo my bra, aimlessly discarding it to the floor.

His jaw clenches in his show of restraint as he swallows me with his gaze, drowning me in his desire.

It’s my undoing - his fight for control releasing mine as I reach for his pants to quickly unfasten his belt. Taking measures into my own hands, I tug on the button and zipper, pushing his pants and boxers down his legs. I’m desperate to feel him, to have his cock in my hand…my mouth…my pussy. Desperate to have him lose control, to take me. Make me his again.

I lose myself in the glorious sight of him, biting my lip as my needy stare caresses his arousal. His perfection is mouth wateringly inviting, and I can’t help stealing a sensual stroke of his shaft.

Growling, he grabs my waist, stepping out of his pants, walking me back towards the bed.

I gasp as he pushes me down on the mattress, it’s a breathless thrill as he steals control, and I love it. Crave it.

Wrapping his arm around my hips, he shifts me upwards, coming over top of me, his sheer size taking dominant ownership atop my fragile form. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, baby.”

“Show me,” I sigh, spreading my legs wide, feeling his hardness where I need it most.

“I can’t wait, baby. I need to be inside you. Now.”

“God, yes!” my fingernails abrade his sculpted back, his cock tantalizing my saturated core through a whisper of lace.

Frantically gripping my thong, he tugs hard, tearing it from my trembling body. He groans, grabbing my thigh, wrenching me back into position with nothing between our explosive heat but a desperate sexual burning fire.

“Now, Alex!”

“Fuck, baby…” his husky growl shatters me, his cock sluicing along my wetness, lining up to slide the tip inside.

Oh, God
, I moan, quivering as each succulent inch takes me, fills me, deeper and deeper until I’m his. Only his. Always his.

My body bows, arching in the sensation of fullness, completion; my eyes closing in abandon as I settle around his depth. He feels incredible, and my pussy squeezes in hunger for more, desperate for his pounding thrusts.

His patient pause through wanton breaths lures my returned gaze to his; a look of love and longing reflected in his lingering sparkling blue stare. “Alex?”

“I just need to look at you, baby…just let me look at you,” he whispers, gliding his fingers along my jaw, brushing his thumb across my lips. “You are so fucking beautiful,” his gaze, words lost to me as I’m held hostage in the depth and intensity of his blue eyes, entrances me.

Overcome with happiness to have him in my arms again, inside me again, tears threaten to fall. I feel whole after what feels like a lifetime without him. All of our mistakes - my mistakes, his mistakes - begging to drift away into oblivion. I’m reeling amid the slowly passing storm of regret, desperate to welcome renewed thankfulness. “Alex, I can’t…I-I’m so sorry…”

“Shhh, baby. No more words. No regrets,” he lulls me, his sweet hushes carrying me through the tempest, attune to my every thought and need. “Let it go, sweetheart. Let it all go,” he brushes a wandering tear from my eye, enveloping me in his loving smile. “Nothing will ever tear us apart again.” His vow grabs me in its vehemence, and I watch his expression morph into one of sheer will, pulling me in its strong hold.

I believe him. I know without a doubt that everything up to this point has been the culmination of our future, only strengthening our bond, our ability to survive the darkest of storms. I surrender to it all, my breath releasing on a whispered sigh of relief, closing my eyes once more in submission. I’m a slave to my love for him.

Delicious shivers wash through me as he slowly slides his cock out, every hard ridge tantalizing my delicate, sensitive nerves. Moans of pleasure fall from my lips at the sheer decadence of the sensation, before he plunges deeply back inside, eliciting my breathless gasp.