Take a Bow (The Perfect Plans Series Book 2) (9 page)

He watches me - my gaze torn between his and the delicious path of my touch on his perfect flesh. Touching him is like touching heaven, and I don’t ever want to stop. I couldn’t if I tried. My hands have a mind of their own, and I’m enraptured by their trail of desire. Electric currents squeeze through my core as my palm snakes down his happy trail, gliding over his belt to brush down along his khakis. Reaching his groin I steal a sensual swipe back up along his covered erection, captivated by the effect I have on him, his eyes closing, his head leaning back on a groan.

The return of his lustful gaze catapults my pulse; the desire emanating from his stare so intense, my body jolts from their sinful blaze. His breathy parted lips pull my attention, and I whimper in longing as he grabs my ass, wrenching me roughly against him, lifting me to my toes, his pant-covered cock ramming against my needy sex.

“Jesus, Aby,” he moans through an assault of my neck, his squeezing hold of my ass rocking me against him in a sensual lure that leaves me panting with desire.

His lips and tongue scorch a trail of heat along my shoulder, his hands gliding up my back, making quick measure of unclasping my bra before reaching between us to grab it, swiftly tugging it off. Tossing it aside, he takes possession of one nipple with his lips and tongue, the other with his hand, both teasing and devouring, my head falling back from the pleasure.

He drops leisurely to his knees, pulling me from my euphoric trance, his perfect lips and tongue leaving a quivering trail of puckered flesh down my stomach along the way. I watch through bated breaths as he slowly and sensually glides my skirt down my legs, the onslaught of his tantalizing mouth below my belly button luring my fingers in his tousled curls.

Leaving my skirt in a pool at my feet, his hands glide up the back of my legs, his fingers massaging the cheeks of my behind before gripping my thong. “Fuck, I want to taste you,” he whispers huskily, his lips lingering at the small patch of material shielding my pulsing mound.

“Oh God, Alex,” I moan as he jerks my thong down my legs, his tongue taking teasing ownership of my wet folds, his hands back on my ass, squeezing, spreading me for his pleasure from behind. It’s incredibly sexy to witness his loss of control, on his knees before me, his hand sliding around to work alongside his sinful tongue.

I gasp as he plunges two fingers inside me, sucking my clit into his mouth. I can’t take my eyes off what he’s doing to me, and as his eyes find mine, I loose my breath completely. His beautiful baby-blues mesmerize me with their sparkling desire, his tongue teasing my engorged bud, his lips curled sinfully up at the corners as he watches me.

“Do you like that, baby?” he whispers, the warmth of his breath like fire on my throbbing sex.

I bite my lip, barely managing a nod through my moans, my frantic agreement inaudible in my lust filled haze, glued to his sinful stare.

He closes his eyes on a groan of his own, the break of his gaze sending my head falling back in abandon as his lips recapture my bud, his tongue lapping in perfect rhythm with his fingers, driving me wild with a slow sensual thrusting.

I grind into his onslaught, riding his delicious mouth and the quickened thrusting of his digits as my orgasm builds. The loss of his lips pulls my gaze once more, and I watch as he licks the finger of his free hand, returning it to my behind, to tease the opening there. My body relaxes, welcoming the temptation of his wickedly delicious assault. The combination of his double penetration, the workings of his lips and tongue, sends me plummeting over the edge, screaming his name as I grip and pull at his hair, desperate to hang on for dear life.

“Fuck, Aby,” he whispers, his hands working ravenously up my body, capturing me firmly in his hold as my legs give out beneath me.

I reply with a string of indecipherable breathless moans, curling into his embrace, his sexy chuckle drawing me back to earth. “That…” I gasp a few extra breaths, “…was incredible.”

“
You
are incredible,” he strokes my back lovingly, allowing me to come down from my high. “And beautiful…” he whispers, his lips brushing a soft kiss across my forehead.

“I feel beautiful…in your arms,” I mutter through a trembling grin. I’ve never felt more alive, more myself, than when I’m in Alex’s arms. It’s incredibly rewarding and frightening at the same time. He consumes me in every way. And that still scares me.

Finding the strength to lift my head to look up into his eyes, the hunger I find there fuels the quick return of my own. My body is like kindling to his desire, a simple glance holding the power to set me ablaze.

“If you only knew how beautiful you really are,” he shakes his head, his stare burning through my system like wildfire. Consuming me.

Grabbing his face in my hands, I pull his lips to mine, teeth crashing, tongues tasting in desperate longing through his deep sexy growl. My pussy clenches in longing anticipation of his fill, and I reach down, frantically maneuvering the removal of his pants, struggling with the belt buckle in my wanton craze.

“Hold on, baby,” he warns through our kiss, lifting me to stand, my arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively as he carries me to the bed. Its height is inviting as he lays me gently down on my back, my legs spread at his sides as he stands before me, the bed’s high platform aligning my core perfectly for his taking.

Leaning up, I bite my lip in eager yearning, watching him unfasten his belt and pants before bending to discard them with his boxers, his hungry eyes never leaving me. The sight of his ready cock as he stands upright, its tip glistening with pre cum, makes me lick my lips in anticipation, followed by my needy whimper at his sensual stroke of his shaft. My eyes dart to his, sapphire passion staring back at me atop his breathtakingly parted lips.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he reaches out to stroke my check, brushing his thumb along my lips, staring into my eyes.

I’m insatiable for this man, as he is for me. Yet every time feels like the first. The best. Our undeniable chemical connection too strong to ever fade.

I swallow hard, trying to remember to breathe, watching his gaze leave mine to follow the teasing touch of his fingers down my quivering tummy, his cock still gripped in his hand amid slow, sensuous pumps. My pussy clenches at the sight, begging for his fill. His hand pauses at my pelvis, his thumb finding my sensitive bud, rubbing in perfect teasing circles that rocket the burning heat in my core.

My body arches into his touch, pleading, enticing, desperate for him. Sensual arousal consumes me as I move to massage my breasts for his perusal. Taunting him as he taunted me. “Take me,” I bite my lip, staring into his eyes before glancing down to his held cock.

His chest rises and falls in his breathless, silent stare, his tongue lingering at his perfect bottom lip. “God, what you do to me,” he groans, brushing his hardness along my wet folds, lining up, teasing my entrance with the tip of his glorious cock.

Oh, God.
My core pulses around the engorged head, our gazes locked in the delicious moment. I’m on fire for him, his tantalizing measured pace driving me wild. “Fuck me,” the words fall off my tongue, the order laced with a sensual craving echoed in my body’s bucking for urgency.

He plunges inside, our gasps swallowed in the silence as my body settles around his deep girth. Reaching up, he brushes his thumb along my lip, gently pulling it down and I take it in my mouth, sucking greedily as he pulls his cock back for another forceful thrust.

My lips part on a gasp, his thumb, dampened from my suckling, moving to tantalize my clit amid his incredible pounding thrusts. Over and over, I meet him measure for measure, gripping the bed linen at my sides for momentum, my body tensing from the impending eruption. “Alex,” I scream his name, closing my eyes to euphoric white light as I explode around him.

Grabbing my legs, he holds them wider, his perfect cock pumping into me with abandon, his breaths ragged amid his grunts of desire. “Look at me, baby,” he orders breathlessly, pounding through the wildest orgasm of my life.

Our eyes lock, his face twisting in his passionate completion, stilling as my pussy milks the delicious pulsing ridges of his explosion.

“Fuck,” he mutters, flopping down on top of me, our chests heaving, gasping for breaths. “You will be the death of me, Aby Ryan,” he whispers roughly, his parted lips smiling against my breast as he struggles for air. “Every perfect part of you.”

MMMM
, I MOAN in contentment, stretching in peaceful wakening before opening my eyes to the most beautiful man staring back at me. “What are you doing?” I whisper sleepily, not ready to lose the serenity of the moment.

“I’m enjoying you. Appreciating you.” The slow, perfect pull of his lips into a smile is breathtaking.

“You’re watching me sleep,” I laugh lightly, reaching to touch his perfect face. “How long
did
I sleep?” I jolt up, looking around for signs of dusk, panicked at the idea of sleeping our first afternoon away.

“Just an hour. You needed it, baby.”

“What I need is to spend every waking moment of this amazing vacation appreciating
you
. And, perhaps, a shower,” I grimace playfully, lying back down on my side to face him. “We need this time together. I don’t want to sleep it away.”

“No rest for the wicked,” he winks, the gleam in his eyes hitting me straight between the legs.

“Do you plan on keeping me in this bed for the duration of our stay, Mr. Tate?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he traces his finger down my arm, across my bare chest, his eyes devouring the trail of goose bumps in their wake. “I actually plan on doing many things with you while we’re here. And, no,” he looks into my eyes, “…a bed is not a necessary requirement.”

“Warning heeded,” I smile devilishly. “So, what’s on the agenda first?”

“I believe
you
were on the agenda first,” he teases with a sinful simper, my core clenching at the memory of his touch. “How would you like a romantic dinner on the beach?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“It does, doesn’t it? I thought we could investigate the island first.” The grin of excitement plastered across his face is a joy to witness. His love of adventure and the outdoors is one of the very many things I’ve come to admire about him.

“That sounds perfect too,” I smile. “Everything with you sounds perfect.”

“Everything?” his brow skyrockets, and I just want to lean up and lick the damn thing. “I’m not sure the flashing cameras and invasive microphones thrust in our faces at the airport could be classified as perfect,” he adds somberly, averting my gaze, his eyes tracing his finger down my arm.

“Au contraire, my love,” I attempt to ease his obvious worry about my fears - though, at the time, I absolutely was a bundle of nerves and sweat at the hands of the vultures. “Your brilliant answers to their asinine questions were perfectly perfect.”

He doesn’t look up, his lips pulling into a bashful, crooked grin, “You handled them perfectly, yourself.”

“I
ignored
them,” I laugh. “And gladly faded into your background.”

His gaze darts to mine. “You could never fade into the background. And it was wonderful to have you by my side,” he adds softly, cupping my cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing lovingly along my jaw.

I swallow hard, reeling from the sincerity in his eyes. The man the world fantasizes about, the man the paparazzi hunt shamelessly, is so much more than the beautiful British heartthrob actor they see. I know him for who he truly is. The real Alexander Tate. For that, I feel truly blessed. I owe it to him to draw from his strength - the poise he’s demonstrated so many times at the hands of the prying eyes of the world. “I’ll always be by your side,” I kiss his lips. “Or hiding behind you,” I add playfully with a shrug. “They’re like bloody vultures,” I scrunch my nose dramatically.

“Bloody vultures?” his thick British drawl makes me laugh out loud, and he laughs with me. “I don’t particularly like the idea of you hiding behind me, Miss Ryan. I want to show you off to the world. I want everyone to know you’re
mine
,” he annunciates the word, staring into my eyes, stealing my breath away. “Besides,” he adds, his lips curling devilishly, “…I much prefer the idea of you on
top
of me, or under me,” his eyebrow quirks as turns me on my back, his rock hard, delectable body coming over me.

I giggle through the motion, my pulse picking up pace. “Mr. Tate, we will never make it out of this bed at this rate,” I manage, my breaths fluttering in a pant of stirred arousal.

“You want that romantic dinner on the beach,” he sighs playfully in defeat, his inner struggle for control pinching his lips into an undecided pout of his own.

Nibbling my lip at the tempting idea of never leaving this guesthouse, I nod, eyes bright with the equally inviting thought of romance.

“I want it too,” he smiles sincerely, moving to stand in his deliciously naked glory, his jaw dropping erection pulling my gaze. “I’m looking forward to wining and dining my beautiful lady. Right after we take that shower you suggested,” he adds with a wickedly suggestive grin, offering me his hand.