Touched by a Phoenix (45 page)

He opened the car door for her to step in, high heels and lusciously long legs disappearing under a short black dress, nearly did him in. His groan filled the night air.

The drive home was silent…both lost in their own fantasies…both trying desperately to maintain some sense of self-control.

As they stepped inside the house, he grabbed her around the waist and engulfed her into his chest…kicking the door closed behind him. His firm lips touched hers, ever so lightly at first before he demanded all of her.

Her passion met his…she melded into his body. Her tender breast crushed against his chest, begging to be released from their prison. She struggled to break free from her coat so she could explore his rock hard body. Finally, it fell to the floor as she pulled at his coat, freeing him from both his topcoat and tuxedo jacket. She tugged at his shirt pulling it from his pants as buttons hit the floor and scattered.

“Love…me…please,” she murmured as she kissed his chest.

His growl rivaled one of half animal—half man. Her eyes were wild with passion as she unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor backing him against the door with her own passionate kisses…sweet kisses covering his throat and collarbone. He needed to breathe. My God…he had never seen her like this…not even on the boat.

“My sweet little vixen, dance for me,” the seductive tone in his voice sent white-hot heat rushing between her legs.

She turned, “Unzip me, please…,” the eagerness to please him obvious in her sultry voice.

His hands trembled as he slowly unzipped her dress.

Alexis swayed her body before him as she stepped away from him. Teasing. Torturing. Her hands ran up her sides and though her hair as she began to dance. Her hips rocked in a figure eight motion as the dress began to slide down her back and over the curve of her hips.

He gasp for air and uttered a throaty curse as she let her hands fall to her sides and wiggled… letting the dress fall to the floor. A raw, primal sound came from the depth of his being as the G-string exposed her round tight ass. His gaze latched onto her lusciously long legs covered in sheer black thigh highs and attached to a black lacy garter.

“Do you know how beautiful you are,” he rasped.

She continued to sway her hips back-and-forth as she slowly danced in a circling motion giving him the most exquisite view of her body. Alexis held him captive with every seductive move…every sultry gaze. Damn, she was utterly bewitching!

Pulling him away from the door, she began to dance around him. Touching him everywhere as she continued her intoxicating moves. Four-inch heels put her close to his height as she stepped close to him; took his hands and held them behind him, while she ran the tip of her tongue up his throat gently biting his bottom lip before she sucked it into her mouth. His breath caught in his throat as she moved away from him running her hand over his derrière…across his hips…and over his erect shaft.

She slowed her hips, knowing each bounce made his pulse quicken—made him stop breathing. He reached for her, but she spun away. With her back to him, she gyrated her hips as she put her hands above her head giving him a full view before she bounced her scantly covered bottom.

He unleashed the primal cry of the phoenix. He was calling to her. In an instant, she was crushed against his body, lips bruising hers with their power.

“Alexis,” he said in a low rasping growl, “I’m going to take these off now,” as one finger snapped the string of her panties.

With one hand on her hip, the other gently caressed her cheek as he backed her up against the piano. His hard shaft pressed against her. He turned her so that she had no choice but to lean back against him as the full-length of his hand found his garden.

He toyed with her as she had with him. His lips trailed soft kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. Her legs quivered in anticipation as his fingers found his home. He caressed her swollen garden until warm, sweet juices rushed from her, drenching his hand as she called to his soul with her cries of pleasure.

Her mind reeled with the rush of wave-after-wave of the most incredible sensations coursing through her body.

A slow and wicked smile spread across his lips as he continued his sweet torture. One hand on her breast toying with her erect nipple though the lacy material. His lips traced the line of her neck with his tongue as she began to move against him, moaning softly. He leaned her forward, over the piano—his tongue traced its way down her back, licking the sweat from her hot flesh as he dipped lower-and-lower.

She gasped when his tongue reached the crack of her bottom. He knelt beneath her and spread her legs with both hands as his lips pressed into her hot flesh. His tongue flickered against the lips of his garden as her head fell forward. “Please. Baby…,” she begged.

His tongue found her clit. He knew exactly what she liked…soft, quick little flicks.

“Oh my God noooo…,”
she moaned as his lips clamped around her clit, filling his mouth with her sweet juices as spasms racked her body.

She could barely stand…her legs trembled so. Brad groaned as he lapped the sweet nectar from her thighs. She was sweet paradise, his Garden of Eden, and he was intent on giving her more pleasure than she ever dreamed possible.

“I’ve waited a lifetime for you,” he murmured against her thigh as he felt the heat of her arousal beginning to renew itself.

He stood behind her again cupping her breast in one hand as he inserted his finger into his garden as she whimpered when he found her most precious spot. Between the balls and his fingers, he crippled her with pleasure keeping the rhythmic motion constant…causing the balls to vibrate against her walls as his finger stroked her precious little spot. She gasped for air as she moved towards another release. Her walls clenched tightly around his finger as her body gave way to the pleasure he was giving her.

With his hands on her hips, he thrust into her in one smooth stroke. The catastrophic explosion rivaled a volcanic eruption. The fiery heat engulfed his shaft. His cry told her all he was unable to say…how perfectly they fit together…how she had become his life. His soul burned for her.

“Please baby,” she cried.

He slid his hand down her hip and to her garden. He began to massage her as electricity raced through his veins. He was on fire for her and with each thrust, he could feel her heat rising until her foot came off the floor, and she reared her head with a satisfied cry of pure ecstasy. She clenched her walls around his shaft so tightly that it drew his cum up his shaft and into the most explosive release of his life. Sweat covered his body as he collapsed against her.

As he calmed, he realized that Jacques had already lit the fire.

“Let’s grab a couple of pillows and lay in front of the fire for a while.”

She giggled, “What…you can’t make it up the stairs in your old age?”

“I’ll show you old,” as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him placing the softest kiss on her lips.

“
Mmm…
I’ll take as many of those as you are willing to give, sweetheart,” with the blissful look of love in her eyes.

She grabbed the pillows off the sofa, while he grabbed a blanket from the back of the chair. As she nestled against him, “Darling, I don’t know what kind of research you have been doing, but that was the most fantastic surprise,” he whispered against her ear.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Alexis crooned as she kissed his chest and snuggled just a little closer.

Chapter Nineteen

T
he Saturday morning
snow was quiet and peaceful as it descended from the heavens.

Brad added more wood to the fire. He glanced up to see his beautiful wife-to-be standing at the windows. This morning she had let her exquisite red hair fall around her shoulders, dancing like flames against the ivory sweater. He returned to her warmth as he wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back against him, lacing her fingers in his.

“Darling, perhaps we should consider heading home today.”

She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around Brad’s neck. “I agree,” she murmured against his lips.

Her kisses killed him and without a thought, his hands ran up her sides until they found her breasts. He gently kneaded them as she continued to kiss him.

A contented sigh escaped her lips, “Brad, this has been a wonderful weekend and as much as I love what you are doing at the moment, you’re right. I’d hate to get snowed in and miss demonstrations.”

“No, I don’t want to miss them either. I’d hate to put our honeymoon on hold to finish the demos,” he whispered as he continued to caress her feminine swells. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply, “I love the way you smell—always of flowers and always intoxicating.”

“How about a walk in the snow before we pack? We can leave right after lunch,” she mused softly against his throat.

“
Mmm…
sounds lovely,” he agreed as he tore himself away from her so they could grab jackets.

They walked hand-in-hand, quiet and content, for a longtime as the snow softly fell around them. The clouds hung low in the sky, heavy with snow. The newly fallen snow was light and fluffy, glistening and sparkling…displaying its purity without the sun. Alexis stopped for soft kisses every so often between footsteps.

Alexis squeezed Brad’s hand. “I love the snow, its’ so peaceful.”

Brad nodded, “Yes, quite romantic. Perhaps, we’ll have snow for our first Christmas together,” as he pulled her into his chest for a long sweet kiss.

“
Mmm,
one week from today…I will be Mrs. Brad Scott.” Her face blanched just a little.

“Darling, are you sure you want to marry me next weekend?” his voice was soft and sexy. He wasn’t really concerned. She had every right to be nervous. He knew Alexis had been hurt badly and for her to give up her independence was an enormous step. He didn’t take it personally.

“Yes, I have never been more sure of anything in this world.”

“Then why do you look so scared?”

“Becoming Mrs. Bradley Scott is a big deal. You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of—I hope that I make you as happy as you have made me, for the rest of our lives,” she finished as she nuzzled against him.

He kissed her head, “I am already happy.”

Alexis freed herself from her lover’s arms and bent down to reach for a handful of snow. Too light to make a decent snowball but would get the job done. As she backed up, Brad realized she was about to pelt him with the ball.

He shifted but she landed the powdery ball squarely in the center of his chest.

“Game on,” his deep thunderous laughter echoed through the trees. One snowball was followed by another and another.

She found safety behind a large tree as she made several snowballs waiting for precisely the right moment to take her shot. When he took a minute to make several of his own she rained snowballs against him while running from tree to tree for cover. Her laughter peeled through the mountain mixing with his warm laughter.

Suddenly he darted out from behind the large rocks and was on her. She squealed with delight as he tackled her to the ground. Lying beneath him, she lost her breath. She could not focus on anything except the deep blue eyes staring at her. Her peals of laughter faded as her expression changed from delightful playfulness to love and desire.

His hands held hers…pinned to the ground, waves of red hair spilled all around her as her eyes flashed with hot liquid gold. He let out a deep groan as he leaned down to kiss her, stretching his body out against hers. He held her pinned to the ground, even if she had wanted to, she could neither move nor wiggle away. She returned his kiss with her own hot desire melting the snow around them.

Despite the cold snow, his arousal pressed against her leg as she flicked her tongue between his lips.

“Make love to me,” she purred against his lips.

“Alexis…here…in the snow?” He couldn’t hide his surprise.

“Yes, sweetheart. Here…now…I want you,” she nuzzled her nose against his, “I want you to love me in the snow.”

Brad groaned with pleasure, “Alexis, I can’t refuse when you look at me that way.” He tilted his head at a fleeting thought, “but if we are both sick on our wedding day…it’s not my fault.”

His lips brushed hers, soft, but not in the least bit tentative. Leisurely, almost chaste, he traced his tongue along her bottom lip. He neither asked permission nor took it. Simply a moment—a moment, he seemed to be savoring. She tasted deliciously sweet as she parted her lips.

The hands of time stopped as their emotions transported them to another world as their lips moved together as one, his so soft and urgent against hers. Somehow, she understood he was trying to express all he felt. Both giving the other their love, as their lips moved in perfect harmony. The sparks began to fly, making her dizzy. The universe seemed to disappear as she lost herself in his love. The tender intensity washed them both away. His heart beat fast and hard against her chest.

He tasted of chocolate and cognac from their morning excursion; just a hint of his cigar still lingered. His breath, soft and tender against her lips, stirred her soul. He tenderly pulled away from the kiss, tempering the flames momentarily.

The rest of the world slowly came back into focus; she gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. He murmured ever so softly, “Mine.”

“Yes,” came the rush of her breath against his.

A kiss so gentle and so captivating she allowed her eyes to close softly. She wanted desperately to remember this precious moment forever. A kiss this passionate, yet so tender, was a kiss that burned into your memory, a kiss to hold onto for a lifetime.

Her touch unleashed deep emotions, rocking his world. She was his temptress, his lioness, his forever. He wanted to savor this moment. He was not sure why, but the thought this might be the last time he would make love to Alexis as his fiancée. Next time, she would be his wife. For some reason, the thought thrilled him!

He let her hands go as he rolled to her side and began unbuttoning her jacket. Her face was flushed with desire as she tried to rise. His perplexed look must have told her he didn’t understand why she wanted up as she gently pushed him backwards in the snow.

As she stood, she pulled her gloves off and tossed them to the side. She finished what he started. A glimmer of shock in his eyes before the storm clouds brewed deep within him. The coat fell to the ground behind her, followed by her boots, sweater, and jeans.

He gazed up at her in awe; she stood in the snow, clad only in a pink and black lace bra and panties. He continued to watch his little vixen as she reached behind her and freed her bosom from its confines, letting the bra fall to the snow at her feet. She shimmed out of her panties, allowing them to fall to the ground as well.

Her eyes blazed with fire as she straddled him, sitting on his pelvis. His erection waited to be released as she unbuttoned his pea coat. The instant he was free, he rolled her over forgetting about the snow beneath her, as he kissed her long and hard. His low growl resounded around them as he rose to his knees and slipped out of his clothing.

Her nipples were erect from the cold as he grabbed small handfuls of snow, placing them on her breasts. He then began to caress them as she moaned. Snow chills ran through her body. His cold fingers delved inside her warm body as she arched her back as she cried out with pleasure. The cold from the snow and the heat from her desire collided into one—creating the wildest sensations of both extreme heat and cold simultaneously.

He descended atop her as the phoenix would its prey, impaling her all-too-willing body. His body trembled as he thrust inside her. She wrapped her long legs around him and mewed like a kitten as Brad drove himself deeper into her.

His erection firmly embedded in his warm, wet, sensual, lover. Brad buried his face into Alexis’s soft neck, teasing just at the curve with soft kisses until she was breathless. He slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her up from the snow as her body reacted to the extreme heat and cold, sending her into never-never land. Tremors racked her soft body.

The cold temperature and the seemingly colder snow did not matter any longer. The soft light made Alexis glow and he was in awe of how romantic it was to join with the love of his life this way. Her little gasps and soft mews spilling from her lips and the clenching of her sex around him drove him mad. Somewhere in his mind he realized God had created all that surrounded them—had created her—her body to fit perfectly to his like the final piece of the puzzle completing his life.

He knew she must be cold and he wasn’t even sure how this was possible. Never had he linked goose bumps with sexual activity, but that was the situation now, and it seemed as natural as combining warm cookies and milk.

He would not have expected to remain hard with the cold, but Alexis had the power to drive him crazy—crazy beyond all reasonable comprehension. She lay in six inches of snow but the minute he entered her warm body nothing else mattered.

He rolled her atop him so she could ride him while he warmed her bottom with both hands. Her hands cold, yet hot against his chest, she massaged her clit against his pelvis with the sweetest variations of back and forth and up and down motions. Her lovely breast swayed as the soft snow fell upon them.

The tension rose in his eyes. She gently moved into a crouching position, taking him even deeper into her. He sucked in a gasp of air as he watched her take his manhood deep inside her—watched her make love to him. His body was on fire—hers scorching him with every touch. Her rhythmic motions sending him into the heavens as her hips masterfully took his essences from him. When they at last achieved release, the last thoughts of cold were dispelled from even his subconscious mind. His roar echoed throughout the mountain when he reached his breaking point as she powerfully took all of him—took him into her with love.

Quick puffs of steam filled the air as their hot breath collided with the morning frigidness. “Alexis,” he panted, “I am freezing my ass off—can we go in now?”

Alexis burst into laughter, “Of course. How about a hot shower when we get inside?” She rose above him and as she looked down amazement flickered across her face as she said, “We melted the snow.”

Brad pulled up his pants as he rose and looked around them. He was wet and cold but those thoughts fled quickly as he gazed up at her. “Wow.” He stood in front of her and whispered against her naked body, “I love you.”

“
Mmm,
I love you too,” she purred.

The pair finished dressing and walked back to the house, both cold and wet.

At first, the water scalded their cold skin but as it rained down on them, both began to warm. The steam hung like breathless smoke in the cold mountain air.

Brad kissed his lovely redhead passionately as she leaned against his chest, her hands tangled in his hair.

“Thank you for this morning,” she murmured blissfully against his chest, “it was wonderful.”

“My pleasure,” he replied, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Anything for you love, but I do have one question…what on earth possessed you to want to make love in the snow?”

She looked into those deep blue eyes. “You….” Her loving gaze said more than words could ever hope to as she placed soft feather-light kisses over his chest.

Brad pulled her tighter into a lover’s embrace. Inhaling the soft scent of her perfume that still lingered, he whispered, “I love you.”

“How about if I wash your back,” as she lathered the loofah and stepped behind him.

She began with his shoulders and arms, then worked her way down his body with slow rhythmic motions. As she finished his calves and ankles, she stepped around to wash the rest of his body.