Touched by a Phoenix (24 page)

She could no longer breathe under his crushing hold. Their kiss was deep and passionate for the entire world to witness, as he whispered, “I love you more than you will ever know.”

They danced slowly and quietly on the pier, neither knowing how long until she leaned up and whispered against his ear, “Take me home, love.”

Catherine had grown concerned about how long Alexis had been away from the party. She knew that Alexis would be in the gardens somewhere and set off to find her wayward daughter. As she reached the far side of the tent, she saw Alexis in Brad’s arms on the pier. She watched them dance, their love radiating across the lawn.

She gazed towards the heavens as she whispered, “My dear Ellen, it looks as though our little girl has finally met the man of her dreams.”

“Catherine honey is everything all right?” Phillip asked as he took her hand.

“Yes my dear, everything is perfect,” as she nodded towards Brad and Alexis. “Don’t be too hard on him dear. He will be our son before long.”

Before Phillip could speak, Brad swept Alexis into his arms.

With a powerful stride, Brad whisked his daughter away. He knew Alexis well enough to know that she had fallen in love with Brad beyond measure, for she had guarded her heart much too carefully over the years. He could not imagine what had happened to bring them together but he was sure that in a single heartbeat…her world had changed.

“Yes, dear.”

Alexis awoke to the sound of rain.

She stretched lazily, Brad’s arm draped protectively over her. She slipped out of bed and, in the dim light, found his shirt from last night and slipped into the living room. His home was so modern compared to hers, yet stunning in the blacks, whites, and grays. She opened the patio door leading to the balcony and stepped out to watch the rain.

Brad stirred, hearing the sound of the rain pitter-pattering against the windows. Realizing that Alexis was no longer beside him, a smile skirted his lips—she would be watching the rain. He climbed out of bed and found his boxers. As he suspected…he found her on the balcony. She leaned against the railing; thunder boomed in the distance. The lightning presented just enough illumination for him to see her bare legs exposed under his shirt. He cocked his head…
damn…
that was his tuxedo shirt. He fondly remembered the last time she wore his shirt….

That had led to a fantastic morning—
well, except for the burning omelets,
he thought.

He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. The redhead leaned back against him, placing her hands against his. Kissing her neck, he remembered the first time they were caught in the rain. He had held her like this, hoping for something yet not knowing what. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined what lay just below the surface with Alexis.

“I’m sorry if I disturbed you,” she murmured.

“No worries, I just got lonely without you. Coffee should be ready, would you like a cup?”

“You didn’t have to make coffee.”

He smiled, “I didn’t.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve made a few modifications to the gadgets in the house. I suppose they will need a little tweaking now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I built a few sensors that automatically recognize certain task, such as turning on the coffeemaker when I get out of bed. If you’re going to continue rising before dawn, I think I should make some adjustments.”

“How imaginative. However, I do think adjustments are in order because the coffee can wait,” as she turned in his arms and began to kiss his chest. Rain, peace, and Brad standing before her…nothing else mattered. Brad had made the sweetest love to her just a few hours ago, yet she still needed him, no, she simply
wanted
him.

Her fingers roamed his chest, his abs, and his waist. His cologne still lingered; he was intoxicating. His arousal was evident as his hard shaft pressed against her. She slipped her hands to the waistband of his boxers and slid them off his hips as her lips continued to caress his chest. She knelt in front of him and stroked his hardness until he moaned with pleasure at her tender touch. When she took his manhood into her mouth, a crippling anxiety began in the pit of his stomach. He reached for the railing as his legs trembled under her gentle persuasion. Ever so gently, she teased him in the same way he teased her. He groaned with intense pleasure at her touch as she removed his boxers altogether before standing. She backed him up towards the lounge chair…until he had no choice but to lie back and await her next move.

He was losing his mind. This ravishing vixen could not be real, or his. The rain fell, lightning flashed across the sky, and she wanted to make love on the balcony. He drew in a breath of air at the sight of her standing before him.

Alexis’s gaze simmered with desire—the look that said…
I want your body and I’m going to take
it.

She began his torture by drawing her hand from the base of her throat and gently running it down between her cleavage…until she reached the first button. His only thought…Oh my God, she would never strip in front of him.

All other thoughts fled as she undid the first button and then…ever so slowly…the second. He thought he must be dreaming, but no, she was unbelievably real and intended to give him full pleasure in the predawn morning. Both hands stretched above her head, in true dancer form, she slowly traced her fingertips down her arm and across her breast pulling his shirt open. Her hands slipped down to her hips and raised the shirttail…giving him a peek of bare skin as she swayed those luscious hips before him.

His mind began to reel. This was every man’s fantasy, to have an exotically beautiful woman perform a striptease for him. He was getting the best of all worlds—fantasy mixed with reality and both with the woman he loved. His eyes followed her every sensuous move. Lord, he wanted to touch her but he couldn’t move.

The third button came loose and she slipped her bare shoulders out revealing a little more cleavage as she continued to dance for his pleasure. The thunder became intense and the lightning streaked across the sky as if to say they were at her beckon call. Resounding thunderous booms rumbled across the sky in sync with her as she double tapped that hip. The brief flashes of light allowed him to view her taut nipples pressing against his shirt as she danced. He licked his lips, wishing her firm breast were in his mouth. His groan mixed with a soft moan of anticipation from Alexis. The next button was the last, revealing her garden to him as she continued to dance towards him, she allowed the shirt to slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor.

He prayed…if he was dreaming, he would never awake. The most tantalizing vision he had ever seen was coming for him as she slowly danced her way to him. She taunted him with her hips…her body. Showing him just what she was about to do to him. Her hands were on her thighs as she moved, drawing them up to her ribs. Past the sides of her breast and through her hair, all the while, she rocked her hips gently, swaying from side-to-side in front of him.

When he let loose a long hard groan, she flipped a long leg over the chair, straddling him. His Goddess was in control as he laid beneath her…completely vulnerable and uncaring.

Slowly she placed a hand on each arm of the chair and lowered herself down—hovering just above his lap. She continued her sensual hip movements, grazing his thighs with her lovely bottom. Inching her way closer and closer to his manhood until…good God, fire radiated from her as she let her secret garden slide against his stiff shaft, allowing him to feel her desire against his skin. He rumbled like the storm above…low and sultry. He was sure he would never be able to hold back with Alexis at his side. Alexis teased his head with her entrance until he thought he would explode. He gasped for air and thrust his hips upwards as she took the full-length of him in one sweet torturous motion.

Her plan…take possession of his body the way he possessed hers. To take complete control with one rhythmic motion after another. His hands cupped her breast as she made the most exquisite love to him. Her long hair hung down her back and her head fell backwards as she reached her climax. He released a long, exhausting climax of his own as she collapsed on top of him, both panting for every breath.

The sun was beginning to rise and as their breathing calmed, he asked, “Alexis, where did you learn that move?” the deep huskiness of passion still infiltrating his voice.

“Research baby, research,” she smiled devilishly.

“My God, you are amazing,” as he kissed the top of her head.

“Whatever it takes to please you, my love.”

“Alexis, as long as you are true to yourself, you will always please me.”

He sat up with her still in his lap…still inside her. “Perhaps we should take this inside,” he grinned as he nuzzled her neck.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as his powerful legs lifted them both off the lounge chair. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the house. As they walked through the living room, "Ride" by Chase Rice played on the stereo. Still in his arms, he placed her on the bed. His manhood remained erect from his overheated state. My God, he wanted her again. She had tortured him with her sweet bliss earlier. It was predestined; he must return the favor.

He slid his body down to until he lay between her legs. “I love the way your body responds to my touch,” he murmured.

A joyful little gasp broke free when his lips captured the other taut little peak between his lips. Using his tongue to flick her bud while his expert fingers occupied the other nipple with a gentle rolling between his thumb and finger. He planted feather soft kisses across every part of her, admiring her body as he did. His gentle hands glided along her sides while he kissed her belly, making sure no part of her was left untouched. She moaned again and stretched like a kitten as he continued to slide his body further down the bed working his way down her stomach and to her secret garden. No, this was his garden…his forever. He realized somewhere deep in his mind, it sounded a bit barbaric as he would never own Alexis, but she was his and he would never give her up.

He knelt on the side of the bed, his hands reaching for her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed as he kissed his garden. She opened to the soft caress of his hand, his fingers brushing the insides of her thighs, making her shiver in anticipation. His mouth found her womanhood and with his tongue, he sent uncontrollable erotic tremors through her body. He licked her petals gently, tasting her warm silky juice, now mixed with his from earlier. She was so sweet, so wet, and so inconceivably hot. He did not hesitate to bury his face between her legs and make love to her with his tongue. She exhaled a rush of air as her body reacted to his touch.

Her luscious scent assaulted his senses. She tasted so sweet…like a perfect ripe strawberry, which further fueled his own fire, driving him into a heated frenzy. He wanted nothing more than to taste every part of her, to know every inch of her.

He would walk to the ends of the earth with nothing but the touch of her lips to sustain him. Her tight body reminded him of her inner strength, and her scent told him that for the first time in his life, he was not simply living…he was truly alive. He could think of no greater pleasure than knowing the love of this wonderful woman. The woman who loved him just as much—if not more—in return.

Brad’s tongue examined her swollen folds, his skilled fingers nimbly taunting her insides until waves of convulsions racked her body. He wanted nothing left between them as he gently removed his finger from insider of her and began to play at the entrance of her forbidden zone. A rush of air escaped her as she cried out with both shock and pleasure.

The inferno raged as he kissed the insides of her thighs before making his way back to her clit. As she began to relax her muscles, he slid the tip of his finger gently inside her and with small, gentle stokes he made love to her thoroughly and completely. He continued his slow, easy, but erotic pace within her forbidden zone until her back arched, and then thrust his finger deeper inside.