Never Forget (Memories) (23 page)

''Won't your mum be home soon?''

He shakes his head. ''She's spending the day with her friends in Barnstaple, so I'll see her around lunchtime tomorrow.''

''Oh.'' I ignore his flirtatious look and turn back to the pictures. He sweeps hair from the left side of my neck away and wraps his arms around my waist from behind. His lips touch my skin, red hot, branding him to me. I squirm and wriggle in his hold.

''Is that all you ever think about?'' I tease.

''No...'' He nips my ear. ''Right now, I'm thinking about what you bought today.''

''Is that so? Well, you won't find it by nibbling on my neck.'' I laugh.

He sighs dramatically and presses one last kiss to my shoulder before letting me go. ''There goes today's fantasy.''

I poke his side. ''You're such a sex pest.''

''A sex pest?'' His stormy eyes twinkle from beneath his hair and his lips curl up at each side. ''A sex pest?''

''Yes.'' I hold in my giggle. ''One time, and you just want more.'' I remember Jen's words. ''You do have a right hand, you know.''

He laughs. ''But when I have a stupidly sexy girlfriend like you, why would I want to use my right hand? I mean, Princess, come on. You've seen yourself in the mirror.'' He grabs my waist and pulls my hips towards his. ''You've seen this body, the curves that fit in my hands perfectly, right?''

My nails graze his front as I run my hands up his chest. ''Funnily enough I see it every day.'' I turn my head and whisper into his ear. My hand holds his neck so his ear stays by my lips. ''But what about me, Alec, hm? What do I do when I have you?''

''You just want my dimples,'' he breathes in my ear.

''You caught me out.'' I press my lips against his ear. ''But what about if it's not the dimples on your face I'm after?''

''Who are you, and what have you done with my girlfriend?'' he whispers, running a hand through my hair. My head tilts back and he kisses down the middle of it to my collarbones. He sucks lightly.

''Alec,'' I say softly. ''You're insatiable.''

He chuckles and I right my head as he steps away, kicking off his shoes. ''And you still have to show me what you bought. You're probably still sore from yesterday so I want to give you a chance to settle before I show you what sex really is. Before I make love to you the way I want to.''

My breathing hitches and I nod once. ''It might be a good idea if I don't show you what I bought then..''

''Why?'' He looks back up. ''What did you buy, Princess?''

ALEC

She turns her back to me and slides the shoulder of her top down. She peels away some of a dressing, revealing a heart shaped tattoo with lines through it, dots on the side. She glances over her shoulder and one side of her mouth curls up slightly. I can feel my lids get heavy as they take in the tattoo.

I steps towards her slowly and she breathes in.

"Princess," I growl, pinching her top with my finger and thumb. "It's a good idea if you pull that up, because that's seriously testing my resolve."

I pat down the dressing and slide the material over her shoulder and my fingertip grazes her skin. She swallows and I can see her pulse racing in her neck.

ALEXIS

My eyes are fixed on his as they become a swirling mass of molten blue and grey, a moment frozen in time.

Alec spins me round and my back pushes against the wall. His lips meet mine, his kiss hot and desperate. His hands slide down my arms, my waist, cupping my hips. I grip his arms, pulling his body against mine as I return the kiss.

Hands slip down to my bare thighs and grip them. He lifts me, my legs wrap around his waist, his hands cup me behind pushing my body against his.

My hands slide down his back and tug his top up and I break the kiss to lift it over his head. My lips claim his again, my fingers wrap themselves in his hair.

My top rises up my stomach and my bare skin touches his for a second igniting red hot need between us.

"Get it off. I want to kiss every last inch of your beautiful skin," Alec orders in a husky voice. "All of it, Princess. Off. Now."

I slide it over my head and my skin sticks to his. I can feel every muscle in his body as one of his hands spread across my back sending tingles to hidden places. He pulls me from the wall and drops me on the bed next to us.

His lips leave mine and trace a gentle line down my jaw, leaving the fiery kisses for my neck and collarbone.

I gasp as he slides his hand down my front, his fingertips barely grazing my skin yet still sending electricity to every part of my body, his lips never leaving me.

I move my legs and hook my toes into the waistband of his jeans, pushing them down his legs. Alec steps out of them and looks down at me through heavy eyes. He's panting slightly and I wanna grab him, grab him, rip off any material separating us and pull him right into me.

"You," he kisses my neck, "are," collarbone, "so," chest, "beautiful," stomach. I close my eyes.

He slides my skirt and undies off in one smooth motion. I feel his weight on top of me a minute later and I grip his back, pushing my heels into his ass as he moves inside me.

"Alec," I gasp, need filling me in a sweaty, hot burst.

He kisses me, his tongue tracing gentle circles in my mouth. One arm wraps around my back pushing my hips closer to him, him further into me. I hold his back tighter as we move together and I arch my body.

"Mine," he whispers heavily in my ear.

"Yours," I breathe back and mumble out a moan.

"Always." He nips my earlobe, a direct line to my lower stomach. My muscles clench.

I press my mouth to his neck, my breathing a crazy rhythm that matches the movement of our bodies.

And I know.

I know a part of me will always be his.

"Yours. Always."

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ALEXIS

I never imagined the first time I woke in a guy's bed would feel how it does. I pull the covers tighter under my chin and snuggle back into Alec's chest. His hand spreads out on my stomach and he kisses my shoulder blade.

''Good morning, beautiful,'' he says in a deeper, huskier voice.

''Good morning.'' I smile and roll over, my head tucking into his neck. Our legs tangle.

''Did you sleep well?''

''Hmm.. I'd say so,'' I joke.

''Good.'' He kisses my forehead. ''I told you if you got a tattoo you wouldn't be leaving my room for a while.''

I smile into his neck and kiss him gently. ''You were right.''

He sighs and runs a hand down my back. ''It's raining.''

''Is it?'' I tilt my head up and look at him.

''You sound surprised about that.'' He smirks.

''I wanted some rain.'' I shrug. ''There's only so much sun a person can take.''

''You take it pretty well though.'' He lifts the covers and runs his eyes over my body. ''Fuck, I forgot you were still naked.''

He drops the cover and rolls onto his back. ''Wrap yourself in that quilt tightly, Princess, or there isn't a chance in hell of us seeing anything than the other side of these sheets today.''

My mouth opens and closes before I do as I'm told. ''Where are you going?''

''For a cold shower.'' He gets up, still naked himself. And, um.. I understand the term 'morning glory' now, cause damn, it definitely
is
glorious.

''Lexy,'' he growls. I snap my eyes back up to his face.

''Sorry.''

He looks at the door then back at me. He jumps back onto the bed and grabs the quilt, unravelling me. He straddles me and I raise a questioning eyebrow.

''I'm pretty sure the shower will still be there in half an hour.''

~

''It was nice of Alec to stop by and pick you up some clothes,'' Grammy says across the table. ''You must have got caught in that rain last night pretty bad if they still weren't dry this morning.''

''Something like that.'' I smile at her and I know she's caught me out.

''I sure hope he looked after you.'' Grammy goes on. ''I'd hate for you to get a cold.''

I hand her the packet of seeds and fight my smile. ''He's pretty good at looking after me.''

''Oh.'' She waggles her eyebrows once. ''I bet he's really good at looking after you.''

I stick my tongue out the side of my mouth and smile. ''He heats a mean can of tomato soup.''

''Did he get it hot enough?'' she enquires innocently.

''Yep.'' I look at her seriously. ''And he got just the right amount of butter on my bread.''

Grammy's eyes widen and she half-gasps, half-laughs at me. ''Alexis Mae Edwards!'' she manages, her hand to her chest.

''What?'' I twirl my hair around my finger and pass her another pack of seeds. ''You asked, Grammy. I was just letting you know he looked after me fine. You know I like butter on my bread.''

She studies me for a second before her pale pink lips break into a grin.

''I bet he really rocks it in the bedroom, huh? Fred Flintstone, move on over. Hubba hubba!'' Grammy wiggles her body in the seat and I do a double-take.

''Well, just come right on out with it, Grammy,'' I sputter. ''It's a good job Mum's not around. She'd go into cardiac arrest. She thinks I was at Jen's.''

''No, Lexy girl. She thinks you think she thinks you were at Jen's. Really, she doesn't want you to know that she knows that you were practising for the creation of the next generation at Alec's. But now you know she knows we can all live peacefully.''

''There were way too many thinks and knows in that, Gram.'' I shake my head. ''But I'm not creating anything.''

''Oh, I bet you are, darling.'' Grammy carries on potting absently. ''I might be sixty-eight, but I can tell you when a guy is a looker and on a scale of one to ten, Alec has broken the chart. Phew.'' She fans her face. ''And that's just when he walks into a room. He's like a walking radiator he's so damn hot.''

''I don't know if I should be agreeing with you, or smiling and nodding while pretending I'm not incredibly disturbed by this conversation,'' I state.

''Probably both,'' Grammy admits.

''Yeah, that's kinda what I was thinking.''

Grammy holds her hand out for more seeds. ''Anyway, as I was saying..''

''I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves meeeee!'' Bing sings at the top of his voice, walking into the kitchen.

''Shut up, boy!'' Gram throws a winter flower bulb at the back of his head and it bounces off.

''What was that for?'' My brother turns with an indignant look. ''You, Grammy, dearest, are looking at next year's Xfactor winner.''

''The only thing you're likely to win is a trip to the dump wi' my broken windows!'' She cackles. ''You might be a looker, my boy, but you sure as hell ain't a singer.''

''You know, some people might take offence to your words, Gram.'' He pours a glass of orange juice.

I get up and cross the kitchen. ''Yeah, but since you know it's true, you won't.'' I smirk and grab the glass before he can. ''Thanks for the juice, by the way.''

Bing glares at me and I smile sweetly.

''I hear a certain little lady didn't come home last night.'' He pours another glass.

''What's it to you? I'm an adult now.'' I retort.

''I just wanna know if I need to kick ass.''

''Why?'' I sit back at the table. ''Are you not getting any?'' I look at Gram. ''It was the boxers. Good shout, Grammy.''

She holds her hand up and I high-five her.

''I'm still getting some,'' Bing grumbles.

''Yeah, but how far are you travelling for it?'' I raise my eyebrows.

''You know, Bing, you could do with finding yourself a nice young girl to settle down with. Would it kill you, really? You can't live the 'wham, bam thank you ma'am' lifestyle forever. I know you might fancy yourself it, but you ain't no Hugh Hefner,'' Gram mentions. I snort and look at my brother's shocked face.

''Any idea when the men in white coats are coming?'' he asks me.

''Not a clue,'' I respond without missing a beat. ''But they're coming to take you to nympho rehab, not for Grammy.''

Grammy holds her hand up one more and I high-five her again.

''She got my wit, boyo, so you're better off quitting while you're still ten miles behind,'' she chuckles. ''If you ever manage to catch up, bring Vino.''

I duck my head as I smile and I hear Bing make a 'pfft' sound. He puts the glass on the side and leaves the room.

''I love winding him up,'' Grammy sniggers. ''It's so easy to do.''

I grin over at her and she claps her hands off, standing up. ''Let's go and put these pots in the garden.''

~