He's Captured My Trust (Captured Series Book 2) (5 page)

“Definitely not. I’ve managed to keep myself under control for this long. Don’t ask me to wait another moment, because I can’t—
I won’t—
do it
.
I’ve gone four long weeks, without you. I’ve not forgotten the feel of your delicate body under mine, nor the look on your beautiful face as you gave in to inevitable of falling apart beneath me. Every touch by your soft hands has left a lasting memory deep within. I no longer need the memory, as that’s what’s going to happen. I will have the pleasure of watching that expression countless times over this weekend. Come.” He takes my hand and heads toward the staircase. His words leave me breathless and wanting.

The climb up this rather impressive staircase seems to take forever. I sense Alex feels the same way as he strokes my hand with his thumb, each stroke drawing me toward him like a moth to a flame.

When we reach the top, it is obvious I am getting a tour of only one room—the master bedroom. He pulls me toward a door at the end of the hallway and opens it. I let go of his hand and enter. It’s the same as the rest of the place: light and massive. We must be directly above the living room, as it has the same enormous windows opening up to a balcony, which offer the same uninterrupted view across the rooftops of this famous city. Breathtaking.

Everything is sleek and modern; it reminds me of the man who owns this place. When I finally draw myself away from the views, the next thing that catches my eye is the bed with its stunning wooden frame. The numerous details in the design of the headboard looks hand-carved. The same pattern carries on around the frame as well. This is not some bed from a local store. It’s probably custom-made, if I know Alex. He is standing beside the bed, watching me closely, waiting.

I can no longer wait. I walk straight toward him. Our intentions are clear. So who is going to break first? I’ve waited four weeks. Another few minutes won’t make that much of a difference to me.
Or will it?

My emotions are in turmoil.

The silence between us is almost unbearable.
Almost.
His breathing changes as I get closer to him. I can hear it. He pulls me into his arms as soon as I am within touching distance, his arms wrapping tightly around me, not wanting to let me go. I reach up in response, wanting to feel him, my hands cupping his face.

Then his lips are on mine with tenderness and sweetness. In this moment, I am where I want and need to be.

I pull away reluctantly, already slightly breathless.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just conscious that I’ve been travelling for God knows how long, and I want to freshen up.”

He lets me go and points the way to the bathroom.

Whoa,
I think as I enter the bathroom. I wonder how much input he had on this place. The bathroom is as big as my bedroom back home, if not bigger. I go about my business and decide I’m overdressed for the occasion. As I finish removing my jeans and top, there’s a tap at the door.

“Libby, are you okay?”

“Yes.” I open the door and lean slightly against the door.

“Libby.” Dear God, heaven help me. Even the sound of my name rolling from his tongue screams sex.

His eyes light up like fireworks in the night sky as they take in my body. He takes a step toward me, and I automatically step back. For every step he takes toward me, I step backward. I back up until I’m touching the marble countertop at the sink. He closes the distance between us.

Desire.

Longing.

Hunger.

Pure unadulterated hunger for me. That’s what I see in those beautiful brown eyes gazing at me.

“Here I was, wanting to make sure you were okay and I find you here looking like this.” His eyes run the length of my body, drinking me in. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

I am taken back to the first time I stood in front of him in only my underwear. I smile at the thought. I remember all too well how that night ended. Now I know this is heading in the same direction as that night.

“You have the exact same effect on me, so I think I have some kind of idea,” I reply coyly.

Alex is still staring as he unbuttons his shirt. He puts on quite a floor show in front of me. I smile fondly, reminiscing as I watch. The shirt gets tossed unceremoniously across the floor. He places his hands on the marble on either side of me.
Watching.

The desire burns within me.

“Alex.”

“Yes, baby?”

“I need you.”

“I know, baby.” His voice is soft as leans toward me. “I need you just as much.”

I close my eyes and feel his breath against my skin. I giggle, not sure if it’s because his breath tickles my skin or from nerves, although why I’m nervous, I don’t know. It’s not as though we’ve not done this before. I sense him pulling back from me. I open my eyes, and the look on his face is painful.

His eyes are focused on the mirror behind me. He moves his hand from my side up to my back, all concentration,
watching.

“Alex,” I say, trying to bring him back to me.

“It still looks sore.” He touches the scar on my back gently.

“It’s fine, honestly. It’ll take time before it starts to fade, but it’s always going to be there.” I hope my words ease the pain.

“I wasn’t sure how it would look. I’m so angry seeing your perfect skin marked because of that fucker.”

“Alex!”

“Sorry, baby, but I can’t help it when I think of what you went through at his hands. I’d kill him if I ever laid eyes on him again.”

“He’s not worth the effort. Don’t give him even a second of your thoughts. I didn’t, even when his parents came to see me.”
Oh, fuck.

I haven’t told Alex about the visit.

“What? Is there anything else you’ve been keeping from me?”

“Can we go back into the room? I need to sit down, and then I’ll tell you all the details.”

He nods. He takes my hand and leads me back toward the bed.

Oh, how I do not like this turn of events. I sit down and Alex sits behind me. He wraps his arms securely around me and urges to me to begin the story. I tell him about the visit and the letter that went home, unopened, with Jeff’s parents.

“I should have been with you.” He sighs heavily against my neck. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that alone. I mean, what were his parents thinking? Please don’t keep anything from me. I don’t want you to shut me out. I’m always here for you.”

“That’s a bit harsh. His parents are nice people who are as upset about this as I am. They don’t understand.” It’s true, they’ve taken the whole incident badly. I stop because if I don’t, I’ll shed more tears, and I swear I have given enough of my tears to Jeff. “Can we change the subject now?”

We sit in silence for a few moments, Alex tracing my scar with his fingers. He moves slowly behind me. I feel his breath against my neck. It’s a warning to all my senses to be on my guard. My body yearns for his touch. I want him. The darkness and uncertainty of the last few minutes has lifted and has been replaced with desire.

He places small kisses on my neck and slowly but gently moves down my back until he reaches the scar, where he stops and lingers.
Seriously?
He can’t keep overthinking this, or it will be a painful weekend for both of us. I don’t want to waste the time we have together.

“Alex.” My voice is barely a whisper.

“Yes, baby?”

“I want you now, please.”

“You have me.” He moves from behind me and pushes me down flat on the bed. He pulls my bra straps off my shoulders and throws the bra on the floor. How did I not notice him undoing the clip? He stands at the side of the bed and removes his trousers and boxers in one go.

Oh, what a sight before me.

“Libby, see what you do to me?”

My eyes slowly run the length of his body, leaving the most important part, at this moment, to savour.

“Anything I can help you with, Miss Stewart? You seem to be rather taken with a certain part of my anatomy,” he says with a devilish grin.

“Of course you can help. It’s a part of your body I want to get reacquainted with, considering how long it’s been since we were last together like this.” I reach my arms out to him and pull him toward me.

His grin is infectious. His lips find mine with passion and force. His tongue invades my mouth almost violently. I forcefully run my hands through his hair. A slight moan leaves him. His hands are all over my body, not staying in one place long, which is just as well, because I need this as quickly as he does. There will be plenty of time for deep and meaningful later. There’s no doubt in my mind what we both want in this moment.

All the frustration of our weeks apart boils away between us. We both seem to be worked up. He seems to be right where he wants to be and looks straight into my eyes for approval, which I give. My hands leave his hair and travel down his back. I move my legs, wrapping them around his waist, giving him all the invitation he needs.

He plunges into me so deeply, I cry out, and he stills.

“Libby . . .”

“It’s fine.”

“I don’t want to be rough with you.” His voice is strained.

“We both need this now. Don’t stop.
Don’t you dare,
” I plead.

“And here I thought you’d be begging me to stop.” He looks at me and I dig my hands into his hips, urging him to move. His lips find mine again. A fresh wave of electricity runs through my body as he begins to move. My breathing becomes erratic. He pulls his lips away from me, and instantly I miss the connection between us.

He stills again, and, this time, I’m frustrated.

He sits back on his knees, studying me, watching me, as he unwraps my legs from his waist. He pushes my legs toward my chest.
Interesting.
I’m so glad I’m fit. Otherwise this position would be damn near impossible.

He hovers above me.

“Alex . . .”

“Sh, baby. I know what you need. Trust me.”

Trust him.
I do. I wouldn’t have crossed the Atlantic to be with him if I didn’t trust him. As I look into those blazing brown eyes, I know how much I trust him:
with my life.

He plunges into me again. This time I gasp in shock at the deepness and fullness of him. In this position, I can’t move. He moves back and forth, and every time, it feels like he is getting deeper inside me. The pleasure is out of this world.

His lips attack mine with force, demanding. His tongue pushes in, and I welcome it freely. Hard and fast. No holds barred. There is no denying how much I want this man. I want him completely.

I can no longer keep my eyes on him.

“Libby, open your eyes. I want to watch you as you fall apart. I need to see that spark in your eyes, our connection.”

I open my eyes, and it’s there in his eyes—the spark, our connection. I know it won’t be long. He’s holding on, waiting on me. He won’t have to wait much longer, because my body is teetering on the edge. I have lost all control.

He moves at a quicker pace, grinding harder into me. Suddenly, I spiral out of control. He’s taking me all the way as I scream his name.

“Fucking hell, Libby,” he growls as he falls onto me, making sure his lips meet mine in the softest of kisses. “I think I need to give Murphy and Joan the rest of the weekend off.”

“Why?” I pant.

“Because there is absolutely no way I want anyone else hearing you scream my name like that.” He laughs.

Shit.

He rolls off me and pulls me onto my side so that we face each other. He looks how I feel—content and happy.

“Have I told you how much I’ve missed you?” he asks, leaning into me.

Goosebumps spread over my much-too-sensitive skin in anticipation.

“Yes, I believe you’ve said it once or twice,” I reply. “And I believe you’ve shown me, just how much.”

He cups my chin with one hand as we move as one and our lips meet. No rush, no hunger. Slow and sensual.

I look into those eyes as I break our contact, this time seeing the only man I think would be capable of breaking my heart, which I know must sound silly considering the short time we’ve known each other. Five short weeks, if we can count those, considering we spent four of the weeks apart.

Silly. No, I would have to say crazy.
Completely crazy.

“So, other than my brother’s party is there anything you’d like to do? Anywhere you want to go?”

“Nope. I would be more than happy to spend the weekend locked up here with you. You and me in bed. I only came here for you, so whatever you want to do is fine by me.”

“Mm. That sounds perfect, but I also want to take you out, and we have a shopping trip tomorrow.” As he’s talking, his phone rings. He leans over and takes it. “Michael.”

“I can only presume you are somewhat consumed with the delightful Miss Stewart.” Michael sniggers.

“Yes, and I have you on loudspeaker,” Alex answers.

“Hi, Michael,” I say as I pull the covers up around us. Alex lets out a small laugh. Don’t even know why I did that, it’s not as though Michael can see us. Silly I know.

“Hi, Libby. I trust you had a good flight and are enjoying yourself . . .”

“Michael, is there a point to this call? If there is, get to it,” Alex snaps. I run my hand across Alex’s chest. Hoping to calm him. He smiles, before teasing me. He grabs my breast. I have to stifle a gasp.

“Yes, there’s a point. I need you in the office tomorrow morning. The paperwork is complete. Just the formalities need to be taken care of.”

Alex sighs heavily, as he continues massaging my breasts. “Can it not wait until next week?” My eyes close, enjoying the feel of his hand on me.

“No, it can’t. They are flying in tonight, and they want it to be done and dusted by tomorrow.” Michael sighs. “Look, Alex, you’ve been working on this deal for months. I’m sure Libby is more than capable of looking after herself for the morning. And anyway, you’ll probably tire her out tonight, and she’ll sleep the morning away and not even notice you’re gone.”

I laugh. Alex rolls his eyes at me. “What time is the meeting scheduled for?” he asks.

“Ten. I have already spoken with your dad. He’ll be here before then to go over a few things with you, so if you could be here at, say, nine. That will give us plenty of time.”