The Perfect Plans Series [Box Set] (60 page)

“Can I ask you something?” I search his gaze, running my fingers leisurely along his chest, my palms luxuriating in the heat of his skin.

“Of course, sweetheart, you can ask me anything,” the squeeze of his fingers at my hips confirms his words, the sensual pressure sending a delicious current down my core.

“Do you think this is crazy? How quickly we found each other…how quickly our relationship has developed?”

His contemplative gaze flickers in turn between my eyes. “Do you?” he questions, his bright baby-blues eying me uncertainly.

I open my mouth to respond, though no words come as my shoulders sag, heavy with guilt. I’m left gawking at him like a guppy, regretting bringing it up. Possibly spoiling a perfect moment after all.

“You’re adorable,” he reaches up to brush his fingers along my jaw, the chills of the wet touch no match to the warmth it surfaces in my cheek. “Talk to me, baby.”

His warm reminder that he isn’t giving up on me - that he
never
gave up on us - both swells and deflates my self-reproach at the same time. The latter winning out as I remember my vow…
I promised no more lies
.

Feigning a small smile through a breath of strength, I look into his eyes. “I can’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind more than once,” I begin, pausing to gauge any reaction in his loving stare. The only thing I see is silent encouragement to continue. “There’s no question we’ve had a connection from the very beginning. A connection I never thought possible outside of dreams and romance novels - an unbelievable happenstance, so much so that I ran away from it.” I look down, shuddering at the memory.

He pulls me closer, instantly reminding me how right this feels. In his arms is where I belong.

“But I keep trying to remind myself that sometimes when you know, you just know,” I add, snuggling into his hold, my cheek against his chest. “And the one thing I know…the one thing I’m absolutely sure of is that you are the one for me. The only one.”

He says nothing, though I feel the jump of his heartbeat, the quickening of his breaths.

“This feels right, Alex,” I look up into his eyes, sliding my hands up to his face to cup his jaw. “This is where I belong. With you.
Anywhere
with you.” Lifting on my tiptoes, I place a chaste kiss on his lips, pulling back to witness lust dance across his eyes.

“Aby, I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you,” his husky tone licks down my spine, a gasp released from my parted lips as he bends to cup my ass to lift me, securing my thighs around his waist. His hungry gaze devours me. “It can’t possibly come more quickly than that. But do I think it’s developed too quickly? I would say, no. I know I want you. And I’ve known from the start that you were it for me.”

The brush of his hardening cock between my legs, separated solely by the thin material of my bikini bottoms, sends my ardor careening in intense need. Everything about this man makes me so responsive. His words. His actions. Everything.

Sliding my fingers through his damp hair, I take him in a searing kiss, trying to relay every ounce of gratitude I have for having found him. Our tongues dual, our breaths coming in heated pants as he walks us towards the pool’s edge. The sudden feel of the cold, hard concrete against my back adds a delicious shiver to his assault of my senses; his firm grip of my ass at the mercy of his massaging fingers, the moan I release as he wrenches me against his hardness.

A whimper escapes my lips as he pulls away, cupping my cheeks in his hands to force my gaze. “You may have dreamt of
me
once, but I need you to know…I dreamt of you, too.”

“Alex…” I whisper, my breath taken away by his words and the sentiment in his beautiful eyes. “I love you. Madly,” I reach up, covering his hands with my own, shaking my head in awe of him.

The world around us seems to disappear as he searches my gaze, his sparkling baby-blues penetrating deep into my soul, searing me with a heat so close to fire that I fear I could combust in his arms.

I melt further into oblivion as he leans forward to place a kiss to my forehead, his lips moving to brush along my cheek, my jaw; a tender nibble on my lobe. “I love you, too,” he whispers, his words instantly bringing tears to my eyes.

A gasping sob threatens to release the swell of my emotion, and I have to remind myself to breathe as he pulls back to look at me once more, the pool of tears ready to burst before his witnessing gaze.

“You know that, right? How much I love you, Aby?”

“Yes…” I confess on a breathless whisper, pulling his face to mine. I kiss him savagely in my hunger for him, for everything he means to me. I feel like I’ve waited my entire life to find him, for him to find
me
. And now he has. We’ve found each other, and I don’t plan on wasting one second of it. I plan on showing him every moment of every day just how much I love him, adore him, worship him…

We can’t seem to get enough of each other; our lips colliding, our tongues mimicking what our bodies so desperately crave. Always crave. Our hands explore each other’s flesh, sluicing along our slickened skin, our hips gyrating, seeking measure despite our swimsuits.

I moan as his lips glide along my chin, down my neck, his nips and licks leaving me panting as I reach along his muscled back, clawing and pulling to get him closer. I want him inside me. I
need
him inside me. “Alex, I need you,
please
…” I beg as he bites my shoulder, his fingers gripping and squeezing harder on my ass.

Leaning back to look at me, his eyes are filled with fire, the emotions and love we feel for each other heightening our passion to an inferno, our bodies burning and sizzling in its magnificent blaze.

I quiver in the magnitude of his gaze, quaking in absolute need, devouring the love and desire reflected there. It’s a moment my heart longs to capture for all time, skipping a beat taking in the beauty of him, stunningly magnified in the gleaming sun.

Squeezing my ass, his fingers move to caress my thighs - thighs that tighten along his hips to hold myself in place, bracing my weight against the pool’s edge, desperate not to lose the feeling of him pressed so tightly where I need him the most.

I moan as he grinds against me knowingly, running his hands slowly along the top of my legs, his fingers teasing between my tight hold of his hips.
Oh, God, yes…touch me
, my arms pull at him in desperation, persuading the return of the supportive hold of my ass, my gripped thighs loosening to the fleeting grazing touch of his free hand. The curl of his fingers around my sex titillates an instant squeezing want.

“Are you ready, baby?” his sinful expression holds me captive, unprepared as he suddenly plunges downwards, submerging underwater before me.

I gasp as he spreads my thighs around his neck, my legs dangling over his shoulders as he buries his face between them to rub his mouth against my core. The eroticism of his suggestive act draws my wanting moan, my fingers finding their way into his hair, tugging and pulling for more.

Expecting him to come up for air, I startle and yelp in surprise as he moves to stand, emerging from the water with my core still at his mercy, his fingers spread on my ass, holding me securely in place around his neck. The strength of his maneuver excites me as much as his face, still buried, between my legs.

Moaning, I absently tighten my grip in his soaked hair to gain measure in my balancing act atop his strong shoulders.

Water sluices off our bodies in the motion; mine held high in the air as he straightens fully, nipping and biting along my bikini bottoms, along the insides of my thighs. His hands glide up my spine, his fingers splaying wide on my back, guiding me, gently laying me down on the side of the pool.

“Alex…” I quake at the sheer magnitude of his power, his ability to hold me, maneuver me as he wants. Mold me any way he wishes.

My legs relax over his shoulders as he leans up, avidly tugging the strings of my bottoms undone, pulling them out of the way to expose my saturated sex to his wanting gaze. His eyes meet mine in a moment of sensual warning.

“Oh, God,” I moan with a shriek of pleasure as his tongue plunges inside. My head falls back from the sensual onslaught, the depths of his devouring strokes, the feel of his hot breath on me, inside me.

His returned groan sends a spike of desire up my spine, drawing my returned gaze. My needy hands tug and pull on his wet hair, urging him closer to assuage the desperate ache in my pussy. I can’t bring myself to look away, the act so erotic, so incredibly sexy, I can barely breathe through my lust-filled euphoria.

Opening his cerulean eyes to me, he laps at my slick folds, holding my gaze hostage as his tongue circles my clit. His stare is penetrating, searing me with each devouring lick and suck; the incessant sensual motions my undoing.

My core clenches in desperate need to be filled, and,
oh God
, the sexy, knowing smirk he flashes through his sinful assault is enough to make me willing to beg. “Alex…please…” I plead, panting in absolute want.

I gasp in instant release as he thrusts his fingers inside me, curled magically to hit the perfect spot he knows so well. The effect pushes me so quickly over the edge that I scream out loud, my body bowing uncontrollably in his grip, holding my knee in place over his shoulder.

His magician tongue and thrusting fingers don’t wane as my orgasm rushes through me. My body is on fire, burning within the grip of his steady rhythm.

Pulling his lips from my pulsing clit, he kisses along the inside of my thighs, slowing removing his fingers from my throbbing core as I shutter and quake, not wanting to let them go. A whimper of defeat escapes me at the loss, and he chuckles, gently removing my legs from his shoulders, laying them to dangle over the pool’s edge into the water.

I’m utterly spent. Satiated in euphoric bliss. And since I’m more akin to a floppy noodle, it doesn’t surprise me when he reaches for my hands, limp and lifeless at my sides, linking his fingers in mine to assist me in sitting up.

Despite my floating euphoria, however, my body feels as though it weighs a thousand pounds, and I rest my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Mmmm, Alex, that was…wow,” I mumble incoherently into the warmth of his flesh.

He chuckles again, and I want to playfully smack him for teasing me, but I don’t have the strength. Instead, I relish in the glide of his fingers along the abraded skin of my back from the coarse concrete.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he states in rebuttal to my blissful moans, curling me in his arms to carry me through the water.

I melt, taking in his stunning face, the sweet, loving smile that fills it, the heart stopping way he looks into my eyes. And for a moment, as he wades us towards the steps, I’m unable to break his gaze - that is until my attention is caught briefly by my discarded bikini bottoms floating aimlessly in the water. It’s an instant delicious reminder that beneath that beautiful, gentlemanly exterior lies a sinfully sexy man that owns me. Naked or otherwise.

Resting me on my feet before the opened glass doors of our suite, he flashes me another deviously delicious grin, slowly pulling the strings of my bikini top, my nipples puckering as it glides from my flesh.

Impatient for him, I nip my lip invitingly, plunging my fingers inside his board shorts to push them down his hips; he steps back to assist, kicking them to the side.

Every nerve ending is alight, burning with my renewed desire; the warm breeze like an aphrodisiac seeping into my pores as we stand, staring into each other’s. The intense love and longing I see reflected in Alex’s gaze consumes me, my lips parting on a breathless moan from the assault.

“You have no idea how fast my heart races when I look at you,” his breathless words steal mine, his perfect eyes penetrating my soul, before he bends to lift me in his arms.

Carrying me to the bed, he lays me down gently on the white linen sheets, crawling over top of me, my hands gliding along his thick, corded muscles, savoring every rippling ridge.

His gaze steals my breath once more, his lips inches from my wanting mouth. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Aby,” he whispers huskily, taking me in an earth-shattering kiss, his tongue insinuating his desperate need. “I can’t wait…I need to be inside you,” he manages against my lips.

“Yes, Alex. Take me. Now,” I beg, moaning in anticipation as he settles his hips between my spread legs. “God…”

Our groans collide in unison as he slides his cock along my wetness, teasing back and forth along my clit, lining up to thrust deep in one long fluid motion. My fingers curl and flex at his back, my head leaned back, eyes closed in absolute abandon. I love the way he feels inside me, the way he makes me feel. He makes me whole. Complete.

His thrusts quicken, pushing us to the edge, plunging inside me over and over, hitting each and every sensitive nerve. Our bodies shake from crazed desire, lust; sweat coating our flesh, my nails scratching down his sinewy back.

Savage in our need, primal in our frenzy, his lips nip and lick along my collarbone, the sensitive skin at the curve of my neck, his hands holding my head in place, gripped tight in my hair.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans. “Mine...”

“God, yes! Alex, I’m coming!” I scream, my feet digging into the mattress, my hips gyrating to meet his thrusts measure for measure.

“Yes, baby, come. Come for me…” he demands, and I fall, plummeting into oblivion; my gaze blackened in the rush that spirals into a white haze of ecstasy.

I scream his name over and over, matching his incessant plunges into my greedy, soaked core, my legs shaky and quivering as I flood him with my orgasm. “I love you…” my screams dwindle into a whisper of euphoria.

His thrusts slow, his body bowing and tightening above me, before he stills, careening through my haze with every bucking ridge of his cock filling me with his come. “I love you more,” he replies on a husky whisper.