Touched by a Phoenix (39 page)

Alexis took extra time after their shower. After drying the long tresses, she pulled her hair into a sweeping little up-do, leaving soft curls falling around her face and hanging down her back.

She then slipped into a robe and sought out to find Beth on the bridge. “Beth, if you wouldn’t mind, may we have champagne and strawberries this evening?”

“Of course, Miss Saunders.”

Beth smiled as she went about her task. Two people so in love, she wondered how long Mr. Scott would wait to pop the question. Everyone on board knew the purpose of the sudden trip.

“Thank you, Beth. If you would put them in the living room, I would appreciate it.”

A quiet but devilish smile caused Alexis’s lips to turn upwards as she walked back to the room to dress.

Alexis peered at herself in the mirror. She was quite pleased with her appearance. She had managed to cover her freckles with a little make-up and create those seductive eyes, the eyes that said…
I am going to love you
tonight
.

She smiled as she slipped into a crimson red floral satin jacquard chemise. After lacing up the front, she slipped the straps over the edge of her shoulders, and smoothed out the beaded lace trim and ruffle hem. She slipped into the matching thongs and found the red heels she had packed. She slipped the strappy little heels on as she pulled the matching robe onto her shoulders, allowing it to fall open, exposing her pushed up breast for his enjoyment. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, inspecting her appearance.

Her insides quivered. She had never owned, let alone worn anything so provocative—or naughty. Red was his favorite color, and while she shied away from reds because of her hair color, this was the perfect shade. It didn’t matter what she thought…she had learned some time ago lingerie tantalized Brad’s senses to the extreme and he enjoyed removing it very—very slowly, which excited her even more.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach creating a heated sensation in the deepest part of her. Whether she intended to or not, she knew she was about to ignite the sky with his flames. The robe barely covered her bottom….

Alexis took a deep breath as she turned to walk to the dining room. On her way to the deck, she stopped to put some music on.

The sight of Brad standing at the railing stopped her dead in her tracks. He faced the ocean, his back to her, with his crisp white shirt fluttering in the breeze.
Good Lord,
his shirt was unbuttoned, which meant his bare chest was exposed. She expelled every bit of air in her lungs. The white shirt billowed in the wind and his black slacks made him look like a swashbuckling pirate. She slowly inspected every inch of her lover…from head to toe, from his bare feet to his wide shoulders. She loved seeing him like this. He was elegant and sleek, yet powerfully masculine. Moonbeams glistened off his black hair, causing it to shimmer. She shuddered involuntarily as she drank in the sight of him.

The wetness began to seep onto her thongs. God, how could this man have such an effect on her when he was standing across the way? Unaware of her presence, and without a single glance from him, she desired him. Everything inside her was screaming, he is yours, go take him. No, tonight is
his
night.

“Bradley,” she stated softly as she gripped the doorknobs to support her shaking legs.

As he turned, his eyes changed from pensive thought to a raging storm without warning. His gaze roamed her body taking in every inch of her. Every bit of breath rushed from her, Brad looked as though he were shrouded in a golden fire given to him by the Gods. She was the temptress who had created and called more than the perfect storm. She had unleashed the phoenix—pure, primal, and raw.

He did not speak as he slowly and deliberately came for her…lightning streaking through the storm clouds. His eyes devoured every inch of her.

In a low and husky voice he observed, “You are quite enchanting.” His eyes filled with lust as he ravished her scantly covered body. Deep emotion spilled forth. “You are dressed for my pleasure tonight, darling?”

No words would escape her lips, as her breath caught in her throat and she gazed at him. His eyes burned into her soul. After a beat, she finally managed a breathless, “Yes.”

“All of my pleasures?”

“Yes,” came the hushed whisper.

He pulled her into his arms with such force that what little breath she had left was gone. His lips devoured hers. Her body burned—ached for him with each second he held the kiss.

She heard a sultry moan escape her throat. She never wanted him to stop. He pulled her closer, crushing her against his rock-hard chest and engulfing her in his strong arms.

She snaked her hands up and around his neck, pulling him even closer to her. Alexis ran her hands through his hair deepening their kiss.

His hands slowly began to roam her body. His pulse quickened as he explored the daring little outfit, and when he found her exposed bottom, he moaned with pleasure as he grabbed her cheeks tightly—driving them into his already erect manhood.

Her body melded into his with each fervent kiss, driving her to the brink of insanity. He had never kissed her this way. It was beyond desire, it bordered on that tiny space between heaven and hell.

“Do you trust me, Alexis?” he whispered against her lips.

There was no need for words. The fire in her eyes matched his.

His eyes were now almost black with passion. “I will give you pleasure like you have never known tonight, Alexandria,” came his raspy voice.

The magnitude of his words drove her mad. His eyes held her captive…the lightning streaking through them told her she had driven him beyond all control. Her phoenix would take her into the fire with him tonight.

Each demanding kiss was more intense than the last. Her mind and body reeled with conflicting emotions…both fear and excitement. What had she done? It was a simple outfit.

No, it’s not and for this reaction, I would do it again, was her last coherent thought.

He guided her backwards one slow step at a time—like the hunter cornering his prey. His hands roamed her body…his kiss ravaged her lips. The hardness of the dining room table was against her thighs. His hands moved to her bottom and before she knew what he had done…she was sitting on the table. As he laid her back as his arm swept the table clear.

The soft thunk of the vase reminded her how soft the carpet was but the violent crack that followed told her the vase had broken.

He laid her out before him on the dining room table as if she were a delectable meal—a meal to be savored. She longed for him to make love to her but instead, he knelt. She gasp with surprise at his firm lips upon her garden, the flimsy material of her thong did nothing to prevent him from teasing her senseless.

She never ceased to amaze him. So silky. So wet. So damn hot. With deft fingers, he pushed the thong aside as he French kissed her garden. She moaned with pleasure as he began to suck softly at her already damp petals before moving to her clit. When she reached for the table, he knew he was inflicting the sweetest pain, but he would show no mercy tonight. Not for the outfit she had come out in. Not for those eyes. The look that begged him to ravage her. No, there would be no mercy…for either of them.

His tongue barely penetrated her as his hands grabbed her hips and forcibly pulled her closer to his mouth. He slowly and deliberately circled her opening with smooth rhythmic strokes over and over again until she thought she was lost and then he did the unthinkable. He backed off, preventing her from reaching her climax.

“No…please don’t.…,” she begged.

His tongue moved slowly and softly through her folds to suckle her clit as his fingers penetrated her…finding her precious spot. She gasped for air as he began to stroke her, tantalizing her senses, and just as she was about to explode…he pulled away.

She thought she would die from unfilled desire as she arched towards him…begging for more…begging for fulfillment.

He remained still—waiting for her body to calm before he began his intense torture again. Each time she reached her breaking point, he backed away and began again.

Her hoarse voice whispered through the night air as she cried out, “Baby…please!”

Alexis felt no shame as she begged for release. She pulled him closer with both hands, and just when she did not think she could take it anymore, he allowed her to have it.

The long deep cry that escaped her lips excited him beyond measure as he felt the fervid spasms wash over her again and again. Her honey sweet nectar dripped onto the table, sending his already overheated body into a frenzy.

As he stood to take her, he spied the strawberries on the table. His entire body shuddered with the wicked thought as he whipped the belt through the loops and crossed the space in just a few strides. Alexis’s legs were still trembling when he returned with the tray.

The cool berry against her hot flesh caused her nipples to harden instantly. He continued to run the berry ever so slowly from her breast up to her throat and across her sweet lips before taking it in his mouth and sucking it as if he were suckling her.

A wicked thought ran wild through his mind. He wanted her to taste her own sweet nectar…and he wanted to watch. He took a fresh berry and ran its coldness through her folds as if he were dipping the berry into fresh sweet cream.

The sudden chill against her hot garden caused Alexis to cry out with excitement. Brad played at the entrance of his garden with the cold berry, sending chills throughout her heat-ravaged body. Finding her sweet juices, he lapped it onto the berry.

Lifting the little fruit to her mouth, he teased her parted lips with her own sweet cream. She sucked in a deep breath as he ran the berry across her lips. He beckoned her to open her mouth and inserted the berry. She moaned, low and intense. Alexis had become a temptress; she bit into the berry, causing him to nearly explode. He closed his eyes as he took a staggering breath to calm himself. She was succeeding in torturing him tonight with her sweet body.

He took a second strawberry…this time, he made her look at him as he licked her honey-like nectar from the berry. His desire for her was reaching a breaking point—he needed her but he was determined to tame her first. He wanted her ultimate surrender. With ice chips in his mouth he knelt before her and lavished his love over her garden just as sweetly as he did the night she accepted him as her lover. The cold temperature from the ice combined with the cool, warm, and his soft lips did her in.

“Oh my…God…baby…in-cred-i-ble,” as she gasped for air.

Brad could no longer stand the pain; he stood and took her with dominance.

Alexis cried out his name as he filled her completely. His long thick flesh embedded deep within her core. She needed him to move, to fulfill her every desire. She released a whimper, trying to get him to thrust but he held still.

Alexis arched her back pushing against him, desperate for him to fill her with his essence. He slowly began to thrust into her…rhythmically…purposefully…all with the intent to driving her over the edge. To make sure she would be his…and his alone…for all eternity.

Her cries of pleasure echoed through the night air.
“OhmyGodno,”
as he found the deepest part of her. She had reached that special place…the verge of insanity, as she came again and again.

Her juices flowed freely around him. Her walls clenched so tightly around his manhood he thought he might die from her tightness. The heat from her body seared his skin. She had turned into the flame…and he was the phoenix settling into his nest…preparing for his rebirth.

He let out a thunderous roar as he released a long heart-pounding climax. He knew he should be satisfied, but no—his greed was insatiable—he wanted more from her tonight.

He slipped her heels off, one at a time, placing hot kisses along her calves and ankles before placing each foot against his chest. His hands found her thighs, pulling her against his manhood as his eyes bore into hers. His energy heated the air until it was so hot she didn’t think she would be able to breathe. Silence radiated around them like a shock wave pushing outwards until it created an explosion of reality, hitting her like a bolt of lightning. He wanted…no needed—desperately needed…all of her.

Fear paralyzed her…
no
, it was wrong. She bit her bottom lip softly as she gazed into his eyes…
no, it wasn’t wrong
. He loved her, would never hurt her, and if she loved him enough to allow it, then it could only be right. He wanted…no…
needed
her to submit her entire being to him.

Never in her life did she dream that she would submit all that she was to a man. Yet, she loved this man more than her own life and he needed her to accept all that he was. Open and vulnerable, she whispered, “My love, I’m yours.”

The moment the words left her mouth, his eyes blazed with new desire—a white-hot fire threatening to consume him. Alexis lifted her hips…pressing her bottom against the tip of his manhood…inviting him in.

Holymotherofgod
…to take her this way was not a game. It was a spiritual sin. To him, he was loving her whole—every inch of her—the most delicate love of all. With her submission, Brad would make Alexis his forevermore.

His hands lovingly grasped her firm hips and pulled her to the edge of the table as he began to tease the entrance of her forbidden zone. The silky wetness drenched her sensitive skin. With slow sensual strokes, he gently probed the small opening. As she relaxed, her silky nectar covered his pinky as he inserted it bit by bit until she began to open as a flower would to the morning sun.

Tight warmness clung to his finger as he teased the upper side of her secret tunnel, creating a tingling sensation in the walls of her vagina. Alexis began to move in sync with his strokes as she accepted him.

The foreplay alone might be the cause of his undoing! Brad added a second finger, creating a delicious kitten-like mewling to erupt from her throat. Several more strokes and he was at her mercy. Alexis was on the verge of becoming a lioness—sultry and dangerous.