He's Captured My Soul (Captured Series Book 3) (9 page)

I SLOWLY CLOSE THE DOOR
, after saying goodnight to my concerned mum. She does tend to worry about us all. I tried to tell her I was fine, but she’s having none of it. She insists I go and see the doctor. Locking the door, I sigh heavily. Alex stand’s, stares and frowns. I’m tired, no let me rephrase that I’m bloody shattered. Today has been an amazing day to end the last few hard weeks. I take steps in the direction of the living room. I know my mum and Sarah have already moved most of the glasses and dishes into the kitchen, they even put the dish washer on. But I don’t want to get up and start cleaning tomorrow.

“No you don’t,” says Alex stopping me. “You are going straight up the stairs.”

“But . . .”

“No but’s, Miss Stewart. It will all be done before you get up tomorrow. Now bed.”

“Are you joining me?” My voice is almost a whisper, suddenly I don’t feel so tired anymore. I know I shouldn’t, but he’s here, he’s mine and I really want to. But then, that’s nothing new. I always want what’s on offer and so much more. And right now I want more than just falling into bed with his arms wrapped around me. I watch the expression change on his face. He’s really thinking hard about this. Fighting with his emotions. Because I know from experience, he struggles saying no to me.

“Let’s get the lights off, down here and yes then I will join you.” My smile slowly spreads and Alex smiles in return. Although I get the impression he is far from happy about my triumph. Or maybe he is hoping I will head on upstairs and fall asleep before he comes up.

I wait at the foot of the stairs, as Alex goes round and switches everything off. He takes my hand as we climb the stairs stroking my hand with the pad of his thumb. This small touch has awakened all my senses, igniting the flames within.

When we get to our bedroom, I make my way straight into the bathroom. Keen to get out of my clothes. The same clothes I had on all day in work. I wash, change quickly without even looking in the mirror. I really don’t need to see how tired I look.

I find Alex in the bedroom, in only his boxers. Now that is a sight I’ll never tire of seeing. He has his back to me, pulling down the bedcovers. The muscles in his back tense with the movement. I stand in the bathroom doorway, in only my underwear, enjoying the view. He stops and slowly turns toward me, sensing me watching him. His eyes tell me everything I need to now. I see worry. But that really isn’t that unusual for the last few weeks. But that’s all going to change. Some time off to spend with Alex and our family, then when I do go back to work, sit down with Karl and sort out staffing.

I walk the short distance to meet him. He reaches out and pulls me tight toward him. I rest my head on his bare chest. Snuggling into him. My breathing quickens. I hear him chuckle softly. His hands feel warm and soothing, against the flesh on my back, as he strokes it. His fingers trace lightly against my scar, but it’s no longer delicate. I’m told, by Alex of course, that it’s healing nicely now. He would get so angry seeing it, now he deals with it better.

“Libby, I think you should get a check-up with the doctor. There has to be more than you just being tired.”

“Alex, if I’m still like this after a few days off, I promise I will,” I say. “But to be honest, I think it’s what I’m needing. A rest.”

“Do you like your ring?” he asks, taking hold of my hand.

“I love it, not as much as you though. You have spoiled me today.” I sigh, thinking about our relationship and the obstacles we may face. “Alex is there really nothing standing in our way of getting married?” I lift my head to look directly into his eyes.

“No, Libby, there’s not. We can get married anywhere, anytime. I already have my visa for working here. But I have the feeling that’s not what you’re thinking about.” I shake my head. “Okay, I suppose the worst thing that can happen, is that we will have to split our time equally between here and the States. But we will cross that bridge when and if it comes to it.”

“Alright. If that’s what it takes, that’s fine with me.” He moves me in his arms, holding me at arm’s length,

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course. My life is wherever you are. Yes I want that to be here, but if it means we need to spend some time in New York, then I’m fine with that too.”

“Libby, you always manage to surprise me. But what about the hotel?”

“As you have just said, we will cross that bridge when and if it comes.”

“Right Miss, into bed.”

His words have the same effect on me, as they always do. I’m hungry for him. It’s more than just sex. Way more. Although, it does play a huge part in our lives. I need him. Without him in my life, well just doesn’t bear thinking about. He’s my drug, my addiction.

Everything about Alex, has a way of affecting me; setting off a chain reaction. His dark brown eyes draw me in, capturing me. They’re mesmerising. The softness of his hair, as my fingers run through it. How sexy he looks, in either his suits or jeans and t-shirt, takes my breath away. The sound of his voice, it caresses me. When we make love, because that’s what it is, I don’t think it’s ever just been sex with us. He worships me, that’s the only way I can describe it. My needs are always put before his.

I climb into the bed, turning so that I face him when he lies down. He takes his time climbing into bed. I know he thinks there’s more to this than me being tired, I get the feeling he’s desperately holding back on me. Well if that’s what he’s doing it’s up to me to make the first move.

I ease myself closer to him. Closing the distance between us, I cup his cheeks with my hands. I start off slow, capturing his mouth with mine. Teasing. It takes him a few seconds to respond. But when he does, it’s not a slow, dreamy kiss that I started off with. No this is one of desire, hunger. A kiss that sends my pulse racing and a rush of heat all through my veins. His arms hold onto me tightly, not wanting to let me go, as his tongue slides in. Exploring and taking what he wants. Nothing in this moment is gentle, but it’s still love.

This is what I need. What we both need.

His stubbled jaw is rough, against my face, but I don’t care. I pull him against me tighter, feeling his erection, hard against me. Our kiss is hard and furious and just what we both want. I rub myself against him. He groans against my mouth before pulling back and breaking our kiss.

“Libby, this isn’t what I had in mind for tonight.”

“What did you have in mind, then?” I rub against him again.

“Ah, Libby stop.” He sighs heavily against my neck. “I wanted it to be loving and tender, not fast and furious. You deserve so much more than that.”

“Now, who is overthinking things?” He pulls back further, so he can see clearly. Watching and waiting. “Alex, I want this. Please don’t overthink and don’t make me beg. But I will do what it takes. I want you.” I whisper the last words.

“I want you too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” His fingers trace my ring finger, pausing on the stunning diamond that now graces my finger. “I love you, the soon-to-be Mrs. Mathews, with all my heart.”

“And I you. And I look forward to becoming Mrs. Mathews.” I lean toward him and place a soft lingering kiss on his lips. I’m rewarded with his beautiful smile. We both stare for a few minutes, drawing the other in. “Now, I think I know what we both need, Mr. Mathews.”

I push him until he is on his back and straddle him. “Now, this is interesting. What exactly are you going to do in this position?”

“Just wait and see.” I lower my face to his, and kiss him greedily. Always looking for more. The fire flares through my body. His hands settle on my hips tightly, but not for long. I push them away, back toward the bed, pinning them in place.

Pulling away, I see the pool of desire in those eyes. My lips trail soft kisses down his neck, and I hear a small moan of appreciation. Slowly, I place a kiss on his chest, close to his heart. The sound he makes is more like a hiss as my lips travel across his broad chest and then working my way downward. My intention is very clear. I’m not seeking his approval. I’m giving him what I know he wants. I slide my body down, at the same time I peel his boxers down and off. The sight of him, free, sends sparks igniting the fire deep within my core. Who says this is just for him? I get just as much from this, knowing that it’s me giving him so much pleasure.

I grip him in my hand, squeezing the base, just how I know he likes it. This part of his body, I’m very well acquainted with. I tease him slowly with my tongue. Swirling my tongue over the tip. I hear soft sexy moans, as I move licking the length, up and down. I try to keep him still, he’s already wanting to move. I just want him to enjoy and take what’s on offer.

I tease for a few more minutes, until I sense his restlessness. I stop, looking up at him. Eyes closed, head back. Before taking him all the way in.

“Holy fuck!”

I glance at him, unable to answer him. Seeing the enjoyment in his face. I continue stroking him with my tongue. Tasting him. Enjoying this as much as he is.

Grabbing my hair, he holds it tightly, almost pulling but not painful. There’s no room left between us, no air to breath. I try to control the pace, but who was I trying to kid? The minute his hands made their way to my hair, all control I had was gone. He starts thrusting against me, as I continue.

I feel him tighten, as his climax starts to build. Stroking harder with my hand, and taking him as deep as I can, before drawing back and repeating. I steal another glance; he’s too far gone in the moment. The grip on my hair gets tighter as his climax tears through him and I swallow his release.

I release him from the hold, my lips had on him, crawling slowly back up and resting my head on his chest. I take comfort in hearing, his much laboured breathing return to something that resembles normal.

We lie for what seems an eternity. I stroke his chest, and his fingers twirl round my hair. I’m sure in the morning it will be full of knots.

“Tonight wasn’t meant to be like this,” he says when he has recovered his voice. “Tonight was meant to be all about you.”

“Was that so?”

“Yes. I take it from your performance, you are feeling better.”

“Of course. I was just a little dizzy downstairs. I blame you for that.” I tease.

“How so?”

“Because with all the excitement of today’s events. The main one being, this stunning ring that now graces my finger.”

I lift my head and I’m met with those piercing brown eyes. “You deserve so much more than a ring, my beautiful girl.”

“You know all I want is you,” I tell him as I place a kiss on his lips. “Oh and the hotel.”

He smiles. He knows how I feel about Stewart House. Anyone that knows me, knows how I feel. The hotel and the loch has drawn me in over the years and I never want to have to give either of them up. That being said if I have to spend some time in New York in the future, I’m sure I’ll manage somehow.

“This I know. We can talk shop tomorrow.” His words have me a little curious. Why would we need to talk shop? “But right now, let’s get back to the current situation. Let me love you.”

His lips meet mine, soft and sweet, with love and so much more. It’s true, we both feel love is not a strong enough word for the depth of our feelings. He pulls away, almost reluctantly and moves me from him. I feel lost, from the loss of contact, even though I know it’s not for long.

Alex quickly traded places, I’m now on my back. Just as quick he’s removed my underwear. His eyes taking in what he sees. Savouring.

I need him.

I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more in my life.

His kiss distracts my thoughts. Slow and sweetly, as his hands dance delicately against my body. My arms wrap around, his neck, tugging him closer deepening our kiss, I feel a change in desire flood through my veins. Sliding his tongue over mine, I moan.

As we continue kissing, his hands start exploring. His hands slide over my breasts, squeezing each. I try to stifle the gasp, by biting on his lip.

“You’re fooling no one. You do know, you can’t hide it from me. I know all too well, how turned on you are. This is why we are alone tonight. Moan all you want. By the end of this you will be screaming my name. Begging me to stop.” His words are a whisper. “I’m taking you all the way to the edge, watch you crumble beneath me. Then I’m going to start again.”

I can’t hide the gasp that escapes me, this time.

Kisses trail softly down my torso. My ever too-sensitive skin, already betrays me, as he continues with precise care and attention. I shiver, although not from coldness. No, from the burning desire. His eyes meet mine, as he spreads my legs. Wide open. He buries his face between my legs and I cry out. ‘Alex’ even the sound of his name doesn’t distract him, from the task in hand. He holds my legs in place, as with his first touch, they want to close voluntarily. Working me up and down, with his tongue, his lips, his mouth I try to savour every touch.

He could do this all night, but me on the other hand, I was already struggling from his first touch. Where Alex is concerned, I seem to have no self-control.

My senses have gone into overdrive. I’m struggling. My breathing is erratic. I’m dizzy. I moan signaling how close I am. I want to draw this out, but my body has other ideas. He drives his tongue deep inside me, the result another earth shattering moan. My hands run through his hair, tugging it, pulling him closer to me. My hips start to rock against him.

Licking, sucking and nipping. Back and forth.

It won’t be much longer. I can feel it building deep within.

He stops.

Shit!

I open my eyes, drawing in a deep breath. Alex smiles and dips his head back between my legs. I should've known from his words what his plans for me were.

“Please,” I whimper.

His tongue slides, back and forth. Teasing me. Licking and sucking slowly. This is not what I need. I pull harder on his hair. I swear I hear a small laugh. His tongue dances over me as I press against him. I try to hold back the moan that escapes through fear. Fear that he will stop again. This time he needs to take me all the way over. My body moves in time with him. Thrusting against him.