Chosen Heart (17 page)

“Well, that guy rubbed me the
wrong way.  He couldn’t give us any privacy and just leave us be? 
Nooo, he had to hang around like a vulture.  Creepy, if you ask me!” 
I’m sure Alex feels the same way and had to ensure he cock-blocked to
his
fullest ability.

Not able to focus while Alex
remains part of the conversation, I change the subject to talk about Rachel,
work, and his schooling.  Now that the initial irritation of today’s
events has passed, my mood has lightened and I’m starving.  I’ve missed
Cole and tend to forget how great he can be.

At the end of dinner, we walk to
my car and unfortunately have to rush our goodbyes because water is sprinkling
down from the heavens.

“Happy Birthday, Ely.”  He
opens his arms and gives me a big bear hug that lifts me off the ground. 
I giggle with laughter.  In moments like this, it’s hard to not remember
why I fell for him in the first place.  Cole is so carefree and eager to
enjoy life.  I’ve always been in awe of his ability to forget life’s
responsibilities and just enjoy the moment, but at the same time, these are the
same reasons why I couldn’t see myself being with him. 

“I don’t know why I always let
you get away with all your shit, but thank you for being stubborn and not
listening to me.  You’re a good friend, Cole.”

“Good night.”  Cole bends
down and kisses me on the cheek.  Getting in my car, I can’t help my
smile, thinking about old times on the drive home. 

Saying goodbye to Cole in the
rain seemed somehow symbolic of our changing relationship.  Pulling into
my parking spot, I brace myself for not only the rain pouring down, but a fresh
beginning.  Regardless of how Cole and I turn out, I know
I
will be
okay.  The rain on the other hand, has its own idea for me.  Setting
out towards my apartment, less than twenty five feet away, I’m quickly drenched
with the showers beating from the heavens. 

Sprinting to my door, I’m
startled by the sight of Alex, sitting perched on the two lonely steps. 
Standing as I approach, I watch him wipe the beaded water off his anxious face
with the back of his hand.  He’s soaked.  Reactively I gasp, bringing
my hands up to my mouth, my eyes reaching his translucent white dress shirt,
showing every contour of his defined chest, and arms.

“What are you doing here,
Alex?”  Shocked frozen in the moment, I ignore the stream of water pouring
over my eyes.  The sight of him erases the anger from our earlier
argument, and all I can focus on is him…his body, his lips, that
face.  

“I had to know you got home ok,”
he confesses, with genuine concern.  Obviously, his concern is
misplaced.  Alex’s knowledge of Cole consists of a handful of
conversations and one stare down in the office.  Cole would never hurt
me.  Part of me wonders if his mistaken concern is more out of jealousy;
did he really think I would bring Cole home with me, to what, romp around in
bed for hours?

“I’m fine,” I sigh and walk past
him, brushing against his shoulder.  The slight contact instantly sends a
shiver throughout my body, as I try to put the key in the lock.  Reaching
around to ease my shaking hand, the feel of his warmth against my back forces
my eyes to flutter shut.  I stiffen when I feel his hand travel from my fingertips,
up my forearm, finally resting on my elbow.  I can feel his breath on my
neck as I turn to meet his gaze.

Exasperation from our fight,
worry from my dinner with Cole, those emotions I can place in his beautifully
pained face, but what I wasn’t ready for was the desire lighting his eyes on
fire.  Reaching up, he brushes away the droplets of rain from the apples
of my cheek, slowly grazing my bottom lip with his thumb, focusing only on my
parted mouth.  Knocking the wind out of me with his caress, I lean into
him, close my eyes and give in.  Running my hand down the length of his
chest, I can feel the moisture dripping off his shirt.  Turning, I nod
towards the door, “Come inside, you’re soaked.”

Walking through the now open
door, Alex follows closely as I drop my purse and keys on the end table,
rushing to get a towel from the linen closet.  Alex approaches, taking the
necessary two steps to bridge the distance between us, dropping the plush towel
on the floor.  Gripping my forearm, he pulls me close, wrapping his gentle
arms around me.  Even through his drenched clothes, I feel his warmth
radiating off his body.  Giving in, I nuzzle against his chest, inhaling
the now familiar musky scent of citrus and spice, appreciating his heated grip.

Slightly pushing me away, he
searches my resigned face.  With his hand under my chin, he continues to
graze my lips with his fingers, seeking answers to questions he seems too
anxious to ask.  Droplets of water fall from his tussled hair, running down
the curvature of his high cheeks onto his chiseled jaw line.  “Did he kiss
you?”  The pressure of his fingers against my lips intensifies, his eyes
fixated on my mouth he feels betrayed him.

His touch has silenced me; my
only recourse is to shake my head.  Secure in the fact that I can’t move
when he touches me like that, he takes full advantage of my weakness for
him.  Standing completely still, Alex leans down grazing his lips against
mine, lingering only as long as his breath will allow.  His heated kisses
continue past my lips, traipsing up and along my jaw line, ending on my ear
lobe.  A dull ache builds as his lips continue their exploration.

Raising my hands, I knot them
behind his neck, forcing his lips to mine.  With each movement of his
nimble tongue, the frustration from earlier evaporates, along with my
inhibitions.  Breaking our kiss, Alex pulls away.  Gripping the back
of my neck, his hand slowly travels down the curvature of my neck, past my
clavicle, grazing my breast, resting on my waist.  His eyes follow the
same path, my rain soaked clothes leaving little to the imagination. 

Reaching down past my hips, he
grabs my thigh, forcing my leg around him.  Pushing into me, my body
reacts instinctively, jumping into his arms.  Lifting both legs to wrap
around his waist, our lips never part as Alex walks forward, painstakingly
slow.  Settling down onto the sofa, he deftly positions me so that I’m
straddling him, giving me full access to his rock hard erection.

His lips break free from mine,
again moving slowly along my jaw line to my neck, on the way to my
shoulder.  Hands caressing my thighs, moving up my body he reaches the hem
of my shirt.  Ordering me to lift my arms, I willingly comply. 
Carefully, he lifts my soaked shirt and discards it on the floor, leaving his
wide eyes to sweep over my breasts. 
Thank God, I wore my pink lace
bra.
  Nuzzling my breasts, his mouth feels tantalizingly warm against
my cold, damp skin. 

Not wasting any time, Alex
reaches behind me and with one quick movement swiftly unclasps my bra,
seductively tearing it off my shoulders.  Running his tongue over my
clavicle to the edge of my shoulder, his mouth follows the path of my strap
before exposing my breasts.  With his mouth on mine again, his hands cup both
of my breasts tenderly.  

Moaning against his lips, my hand
reaches down, running over his growing erection.  “God, Elyssa,” he moans
through gritted teeth.  I can’t help the escaped whimper as he begins to
increase the pressure, massaging my nipples between his thumb and pointer
finger.  He stops and smiles at my response, only to lower his head as he
takes my left nipple into his mouth, gently sucking.  I gasp and find my
hands on the back of his head, cradling him against my chest for support.

Biting my lower lip, I’m unable
to fight the urge to move against his body.  Placing my hands on his
shoulders to steady myself, I begin to move provocatively against his
arousal.  I can feel his erection beneath me, feel it rubbing against my
clit.  Alex groans against my breast, bringing his hand to my thighs,
slowly lifting my skirt to bunch at my waist.  His fingers continue to
travel up and down my thighs teasing my already suffering body, making me want
him even more.

“I want you….please, Elyssa,” he
begs, his eyes searching for approval.

“Yes,” I whisper, kissing his
neck, feeling alive at the mere touch of his hands rubbing over my body. 
This is such a new feeling, a freeness I’ve never felt.  I don’t feel
awkward or bashful.  I’m addicted to how uninhibited I feel with him and I
don’t want it to stop.  Unable to resist, I unbutton his rain soaked
shirt, and follow my hands as they travel across his chest.  I continue my
downward descent, as my hand tenderly skims across his stomach, his muscles
tensing against my touch.  My journey ends as I reach his navel. 

Suddenly, his fingers wrap around
my wrist, halting my efforts.  I look up into his intense blue eyes with
confusion. 
Is he really rejecting me…right now?!

“I don’t have any
protection.”  Shaking his head ever so slightly, Alex rests his forehead
against mine, his breathing ragged.  “I really wasn’t expecting
this.”  The fact he came over to check on me, not anticipating sex, makes
me want him even more.

“I’m on the shot,” I pant. 
Please
Alex, I want you!
 Testing his willpower, I try to move my hand again,
but am met with resistance.  Looking in his eyes, “I trust you,
Alex.”  With my declaration, he sees green and takes me into his mouth,
ripping my panties as he reaches to pull down his own pants, freeing his
erection.

Forcefully he grabs my hips,
positioning me, as he thrusts forward plunging himself deep inside. 
Staring into my eyes, he watches me wince during the initial contact, and
instant concern replaces his desire.  “Are you okay?” Alex’s sweet voice
rumbles against my lips as he halts his movement.  “I’m not hurting you,
am I?”

I brace myself against his chest,
nestling myself in his neck.  “No…please…keep going.”  It’s been a
long time since I’ve been intimate, and Alex is well endowed.  It takes a
bit of getting used to, but soon my body adapts, taking in everything he has to
give.  He feels so excruciatingly good.  I move up and down matching
his pace, feeling every inch, deep inside.  I grab a hold of his shoulders
and move with an eagerness that’s hard to hide.

“Slow,” he whispers, holding my
hips, restraining my movements.  “I want to savor you.”  Kissing my
shoulder, Alex’s lips feel like a branding iron, setting fire to every inch of
my skin.  “You taste as good as I imagined you would.”  His mouth
finds mine again and our kiss deepens.

Taking the time to explore each
other’s bodies, we relish in our closeness.  Just moments ago, I was
mystified with this fickle man and now, now he’s deep inside me.  And, as
our now joined bodies move in unison, all of my previous irritations and doubts
have been quietly erased.  His reaction to Cole’s visit is a foreign
memory for both of us; his arms no longer tense with anger.  Instead they
are tight around my body, holding me steadily against him as our climax builds
with the slightest movements.

Pulling away, his voice is deep,
raspy, and sexy as hell.  “Elyssa, you’re going to make me come…” 
His declaration does something inexplicable to my body, and all I want is to
make him unravel beneath me.  I pick up my rhythm, grinding harder and
harder against him, as he begins to massage my clit with his thumb, making me
even more needy.

“Alex…” I beg for him to
continue.  He reaches up behind me, grasping my shoulders with both hands,
restraining my body against him.

“Fuck!” he breaths as he comes,
thrusting once more, even deeper than before.

“Alex!” I scream, climaxing just
seconds later.  Ripples of orgasmic shockwaves race through my body, as I
cling to him for dear life. 

Alex holds me, as we both attempt
to slow our breathing.  His lips find mine, kissing me softly.  “That
was incredible,” his cheeks dimple and the corners of his eyes wrinkle as I
rest my head against his chest.  Time seems endless in this moment,
allowing me to bask in his tenderness.  I’ve never had this and I don’t
want it to end.  I feel at ease when I’m with him.  He makes me
feel…different. 

Glancing at the clock on my cable
box, his arms tighten around me.  Unsuccessful at hiding my
disappointment, I pout.  “Do you have to go?”

“Not yet,” he nuzzles me close,
skimming his fingers up and down my arm.  “Delores will call if I’m
needed.”

Even though I don’t want to break
our connection, I know if I don’t, I really won’t be able to walk later. 
Wincing, I gently release his hold on me and grab the light blue throw that
lies off the side of the couch.  Draping it over both of us, I sit aside
him and study his face, wanting to remember this moment forever. 

“Alex, will you tell me more
about you,” I blurt out, unconsciously.  Having just relinquished my body
to him, I know it seems silly to try and get to know him better.  But,
being so close to him physically makes me crave more of him.  Physically
and emotionally.  Tonight has been so unexpected, and I can’t let him go. 
Not when I just got him. 

Lifting his hips, he chuckles, as
he shimmies up his slacks leaving his button unfastened.  “I think you
know enough.”  Looking over at me through laughing eyes, he must see my
disappointment.  Exhaling deeply, “Alright…what do you want to know?” 
Anything and everything.