TheHealers (15 page)

The
room was covered in hardwood floors just like the main house had been. These floors were a little more polished and untouched in their appearance. A dark cherry tint in the floors enhanced the earth tones surrounding the living area. The loveseat in the room was striped with deep red and bronze tones. The chair was covered in a solid bronze color with plush fabric. A large fluffy rug was spread out between them in a dark brown color. It was sitting in front of a lit fireplace. On my right there was a kitchenette area with a small table for two. Perfect. I turned to follow Alexander down the hallway off of the living area.

The sweeping canopy on the bed mesmerized me as I stood in the doorway. Alexander had already walked in and began to place our bags down in front of another fireplace in the bedroom. A large bathtub in the corner of the room caught my attention in an instant. I had never seen a bathtub tucked inside of a bedroom. It was angled off into the corner of the room with big windows surrounding it. The shape was almost triangular, but with more rounded lines.

Rough man hands began cupping my cheeks. Alexander was standing in front of me with major intent on his face.

“I won’t lie to you, Layna. The last two nights we’ve been together I’ve had to fight the urge to have you. I know that we keep ending up together because of all the outside things that are happening. I wish the circumstances were different, but they’re not. I still want you to have a choice. I can’t sleep in this room with you and behave.” His face was covered in so many emotions. Guilt, lust, and a look I had never seen in another man. I didn’t know the words to describe it, but I did know that it was the way I wanted to be looked at, by him, forever.

“I understand.”

“Maybe if I was a better man, I could be with you like this and not be so overcome with this need to have you under me and flushed from my touch. I know you’ve been through a lot in a short amount of time. I need you.”

Such honest words. They were the reason for the accelerated need in my body for this man. I needed him too.

“I don’t want you to behave.” Soft, shy words. I didn’t need to be loud because he was listening for them. I brought my hands up to his chest. It was fast becoming my favorite way to touch him. He brought his lips to mine, ever so softly.

He broke the kiss to fervently whisper in my ear, “Let’s take a bath.”

My body turned to jelly in his ever capable hands so that all I could do was nod. His response was to place his hands under my bottom and lift until my legs wrapped around him. It was such an intimate way to be held. Feeling his need between my thighs, I moaned. His grip tightened and he buried his head in my neck. He placed me on the bed and I was so ready for his touch that a look of disappointment crossed my face as he removed himself and turned toward the tub.

“Don’t worry. I’m coming back for you.” A smile touched his lips. It managed to reach his eyes in such a wholesome joy that I knew I could never deny anything to this man
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although I was not ready to let him know that just yet.

He turned on the water and began pouring some creamy liquid into the tub that created bubbles. A soft clean aroma rose up from the bubbles. Then he turned back to face me.

“What do you want?” His question was filled with a promiscuous look.

I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t know if I could say it. He walked back over to me and grabbed both of my hands. Sitting on this high bed gave me the perfect lift to wrap my legs around him again. Alexander placed my hands against his chest. He knew I wanted to touch.

“I want to watch you take off all of your clothes.” The words rushed out in a breath before I could feel any embarrassment for them. I did start to feel the warming in my cheeks. I wanted this man beyond reason. He dipped his head to lick and bite at my ear and then stepped back. The absence of his heat on me made me feel crazy. I wanted him back, but I also wanted to see every inch of his perfect body.

Alexander first leaned over to turn off the now filled up tub. Then he came back to stand in front of me, just far enough that I couldn’t reach him. He started with his shirt. He pulled it from the neck and drew it off the rest of his body. Muscles flexed across his body while he pulled the shirt off. I could now see the rough, sculpted edges of his stomach. I was a lucky woman. He stood still for a moment and allowed me to enjoy the view. I wanted to touch him. The perfect lines across his chest were calling me to him. My body flexed to jump off of the bed when he stopped me.

“If you touch me right now we won’t make it to the tub.” The hunger in his face confirmed his words so I reined in my need to touch, just for now. He continued.

His hands moved down to remove his work boots and socks. I gulped because I knew the only thing left was his jeans. My eyes silently begged, but at the same time I didn’t know how long I could stay on the bed once he started to remove his jeans.

Fingers quickly undid the button. The zipper was next. Jeans were sliding off of his long athletic legs. I could feel his stare on me, but I couldn’t remove my eyes from the lower half of his body. As he stepped out of each leg of the jeans I focused on the dark blue boxer briefs that attempted to hold in his body. A wave of nervousness hit me. Could I handle him? This body of overwhelming perfection hovered in a way that reminded me how small I was. Would I be able to give myself over to him so easily? Small amounts of fear crawled to the surface of my conscious. I knew this man would claim my body and soul to depths I had never before experienced. My body ached for the claim, but my mind said otherwise. Would I be able to survive after he was gone? Everyone always left. Forever was nothing but a fairy tale.

Thoughts ceased to exist for me as I watched his hands slide over the rough ridges of his abdomen. Traveling lower they came to grip the last piece of clothing that obstructed me from my perfect view. Breathing became difficult and the only thought that kept me there was whether or not he would pull them off.

He did. I watched the fingers trail down with his boxers and he stood there to let me look. The hard long heat that was coming off of him made me embarrassingly wet. His hand reached down to slide up and down his exploding arousal for me. I tried to breathe in and out as I watched, but the air seemed trapped.

“I want you.” For always. This one time would never be enough to satisfy this craving I had for him. His face mirrored my vocalized desire. Then he smirked.

“Your turn.” He could not be serious. I was nowhere near confident enough to strip for him. But, he had done it for me. I just really, really wanted to touch now!

My nipples were absolutely raw from the hard form they had taken. The curves in my body begged to be let out. Alexander continued to wait, standing there, protruding out with such an enormous arousal that I felt a little scared. I wanted it, though. I wanted to take all of him. Even if it was temporary. Oh, he was like my own personal drug. I closed my eyes for a moment to gather some sanity. Even in my head I could smell him and feel his energy. His need to have me blended with my need to have him. The pull of energy between us must have been my imagination. But, there it was cascading through me like a storm. My eyelids lifted now and it almost shocked me to see that there was not a rope connecting us. It had felt that way in my mind.

I slid off the bed gently and landed on my feet. My legs barely held me up as I started to shiver with my need. Somehow, I removed my socks and shoes. I placed my hands on the bottom of my shirt and tugged it off. Standing there in a sunshine colored bra and pants, I paused to look up at him.

“If you don’t keep going I’m coming over to help.” His commanding tone sounded delicious, but I really wanted to do this, to tease him a little. I slowly started to push down my pants. A torturous plan started to form in my head. I was definitely going to have fun with this. I stood for him so he could take in every curve of my thighs and the sunshine thong that barely covered anything on the crease between my legs. A quick turn-around allowed him to get a good view as I climbed back up on the bed. For a moment, I thought he was going to pounce right then, but I made him stop.

“Stay right where you are. I’m not done.” The pleasure in his face was worth every moment of nervousness I felt.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs sprawled open I reached behind to unsnap my bra. It fell to the floor as my breasts sat exposed for his pleasure. They were begging to be touched so I caressed my fingers over them to calm the hunger while they waited for him. I noticed his watchful aroused body in delight as I continued to playfully tug and tease at my nipples. Slowly, I dragged my hands down to the inner part of my thighs. I pushed on that aching skin under my panties and started to rub in circles. Doing this for him was enough to throw me into an intense climax. I heard his sudden intake of breath and paused to see his beautiful face enraptured with me. The tense muscles all over his body strained to keep him in place.

“I have to taste you right now. Let me.” I shook my head at him, again getting a small electric shock when I saw his big, hard arousal.

Carefully, I removed my panties and pushed my legs apart to open myself up to him. I put one hand behind me to support my back and the other hand I placed over the wettest spot on my body. My fingers lazily went to work again on the soft, wet skin. It was so erotic to see the need in his eyes as he watched. He watched so intently. I knew my minutes were numbered. And I certainly didn’t want him to behave.

“Come here.” I commanded, knowing he would listen.

My legs were scooped up over his shoulder and his tongue took a deep lick before I could even speak. Instead, a scream came out of my throat. It was pure pleasure. The friction of his tongue and the hair on his face made me lose my mind. His hands were firmly gripping my bottom and his head was dipped down in his exploration. I brought my hands onto his shoulders and held on for the ride.

“You taste like you were made for me. I can’t get enough. I think I could spend the whole night with my face right here between your legs.” Then his mouth was busy again. He slipped his tongue inside of me. I began rocking my body with his movements. The throbbing and quivering that began to overwhelm my body was insane. I was completely unfamiliar with all this pleasure. I was close and he knew it. He started to lick faster and harder. I was trying to hold back. I didn’t want to be done so quickly, but he wouldn’t let me.

“Let go, Layna. Give yourself to me. I want to taste it.” His words sent me over the edge. The thrust of his tongue once, then twice, and I lost my thoughts. The screams that escaped my throat did not feel like my own. I continued to shiver as he sucked every bit of decency out of me. Pushing and pulling me past the edge and back again. He licked me over and over again until I calmed from the trembles all over my body.

Slowly his tongue licked its way up to my breast. Hands still on my bottom he gripped tight and lifted me with him. Easily my legs wrapped around him as he carried us to the tub. The pushing of his taut arousal shocked me into another wave of need. I did not think it possible to want him again so quickly. But, I did.

Alexander brought me down to the ground in front of the tub and held my hand while I stepped in. My legs sank down into the warmth of the bubbles and water. His body immediately filled up the tub after me. All my inhibitions were gone and I jumped right over to his lap, splashing the water around me, and met his lips. His mouth grabbed me back and his hands found their way to my begging nipples. Moans escaped my mouth into his as he rubbed over them roughly. That perfect tongue of his was licking its way all throughout my mouth. His mouth tasted of me and that had me rubbing my wetness all over the hard protruding piece of his body I so craved. When moans started to escape his mouth I wanted to do more. I was intoxicated from his pleasure. My body ached in the anticipation of feeling his hardness inside me. One of his hands was holding my back to keep me in his lap and the other was pinching my nipples. I was vaguely aware of water that splashed up all around us. There was probably water on the floor, too.

I reached my hand down to rub up and down his hard erection.

“Oh, Layna, baby. You belong to me, only me. I don’t ever want you to touch anyone else.” The husky sound in his voice called out to me.

“Only you…just like this…” The words came so naturally, because they were true. There was no thought involved, only knowing. This man belonged to me in every way that I belonged to him. Our bodies had known that the first time we met. Now, they completed our joining. I had to have him. There was no other choice.

Fingers began rubbing themselves through the red hair that covered my opening for him. The palm of his hand starting a rhythmic circle that my body delighted in. As his hand was busy under the water, his lips became engaged above. His teeth bit down into the tender skin between my neck and shoulder. Small tingles shivered all over my skin. The biting was good. I liked it.

“Bite me again.” He did. His hand continued to rub me off into oblivion. That combined with his bite was about to throw me over the edge again. I wasn’t sure what the world record was for orgasms, but mine had never surpassed one, much less, the way he ravaged it from me.

“Alexander.” I was breathless and rocked back and forth on his hand.

“Layna?” He brought his head up to look into my face while he continued to play below.

“I want your mouth. I want to have your lips on me while I come.” His tongue devoured me without a thought. While our tongues danced he continued to rub in a crazy rhythm, then slipped his finger in. The moans started to escape me at an alarming rate. My hips rode his fingers up and down. On his hand, I lost myself again while our tongues danced in my mouth. The shakes and tremors were more violent this time, if that was possible. Alexander rubbed my soft curls and kissed me until I could no longer move. I broke the kiss and put my head on his shoulder. Then and there I knew I could never be touched by anyone but him. With this sudden need, I also started to feel vulnerable with him. This was new for me.