He's Captured My Trust (Captured Series Book 2) (35 page)

“Wasn’t it? Because it was all I could think about,” I tease as he fills me deeply. “I want you.”

“You have me, in more ways than one.” He smirks.

My lips find his with purpose. My sole purpose is to be completely lost and in control in the moment. I cry out, but my cries are muffled as he kisses me fiercely, demanding. He pulls me down, and I embrace all of him before taking control. This man who needs control gives up his control to me freely.

I keep my eyes pinned on his as I move only slightly up and down. His eyes are narrowed and his smile is faint—for the moment. That’s about to change. I ease up all the way to the tip slowly and quickly sink back down again and again. His breathing changes, even though I can see he’s trying to control it. He doesn’t stand a chance of being able to keep up his controlling ways. This round will go to me. He moves his hands to my hips, urging me to move faster. His lips find mine again, his tongue coaxing its way inside my mouth. I moan as they connect.

I’m the one controlling the pace—he needs to remember that! I move slowly up and down, again and again. I’m in no hurry. But Alex, on the other hand—his face tells a story all its own. His eyes are closed, and he’s lost in the moment.

I move a little faster, up and down. The rhythm I’ve set is stimulating me as well as him. My need builds slowly. Up and down.

“Christ, Libby,” he groans.

I focus on the pleasure I am giving him. Our need grows between us. My grip tightens around his neck, and with each push down he grows harder, if that’s even possible. He feels close now. My movements get faster, and I have a deep need to change the pace. My head falls back as I no longer have control. The sensations build deep within until I can no longer take any more. My muscles clench hard around him as I fall apart, and he comes loudly at the same time.

I fall forward, leaning my head on his shoulder, trying to find a balance in my breathing. His breathing matches my own, hard and fast against the back of my neck. He gives me small kisses against my neck. I wriggle a little, and my eyes grow heavy. It’s time to make a move.

I pull myself from the tub and grab a couple of towels from the radiator, wrapping one around me and throwing the other to Alex.

“Unexpected,” he says, pulling me into his arms.

I reach up and cup his face with both hands and kiss him hard. My thoughts of sleep vanish.

“Don’t think for one minute that I’m finished with you,” I whisper as our lips part.

“Seriously!” He sounds shocked and is using my word.

I laugh, turning away from him, dropping the towel to the floor and walking toward the bed, I remove the clip from my hair, shaking it as it falls.

“Fuck.”

“Yes, please!”

“Libby Stewart, I thought you were tired,” he calls, walking slowly into the bedroom.

“Not tired enough. Yet.” I stress the last word as I slide into bed and leave the covers down. An open invitation—it won’t get much better than that. As he reaches the bed, he lets his towel fall to the floor, giving me a full view of him in all his glory.

Wow.

He joins me on the bed and pulls me onto my side so that I am facing him. He kisses me, sweetly and passionately. I try to deepen the kiss, but he’s having none of it. He’s letting me know who is boss, which one of us is in control.

Pulling back, he leaves me breathless and wanting—wanting and needing much more. Slowly he sweeps his tongue along his lips, and now I wish his lips were on mine again.

I almost get my wish. His lips are on mine for the briefest of moments before they glide effortlessly down my throat, kissing and sucking. My body almost dances at his touch. I groan with pleasure as he continues to taunt me. He reaches my breasts and his tongue swirls around each nipple in turn, teasing. He kisses each one tenderly and gently grazes his teeth against them. My body is already betraying me.

Slowly and deliberately, he pulls away, leaving me wanting yet again. He pushes me onto my back and rolls over so that he is almost on top of me. Leaning forward, he takes his weight on his elbows, which are now resting at the side of my face. Our eyes are locked, completely focused.

“So what was it you wanted, Libby?”

“You,” I pant as his mouth hovers, almost touching mine.

His eyes are glazed as they search mine. I must send off the correct answer in my face, because I see a small smile before his lips meet mine with urgency. This is what I need and want—nothing more, nothing less. Just him.

“You have me. I’ve been yours since that day in the gym. You do know, if you keep this up, I will have trouble keeping up with you.”

He sits back on his heels and slides his warm hands over my ever-so-sensitive body, setting off a chain reaction that starts with a spark all the way through my body and ends in my groin.

His hand continues moving south, and his eyes stray from mine as he focuses on what he’s about to do. I moan as he plunges a finger deep inside me. My muscles clench tightly around him.

He pulls out all too quickly, and I miss his touch. Gentle strokes spread wetness over my swollen flesh. His thumb rubs against my clit, leaving me aching for more as he sinks two fingers into me.

I know I can’t take much more of this. Every nerve ending stands at attention.
A pleasurable torture,
I think as he continues to push in and out of me, at the same time rubbing his palm against me. My body has a mind of its own, and my need grows deep within. My eyes close as the intensity grows.

I want to hold on for just a little longer, because I don’t want to lose these feelings, but, on the other hand, I want to reach my destination. Dear God, how can one man make me feel all these incredible feelings in such a short space of time?

“Libby.” His voice is soft and strong. “Give it up.”

The pace increases, as does my need. Deeper and deeper. I push against him, unable to control myself. And I give it up with a long, low moan as I shatter into a million and one pieces of pure energy that leave my body.

I open my eyes as I feel his weight on top of me. He gazes lovingly at me with that cute smile at the corner of his lips that I love so much.

“Are you too tired now?”

“Hm,” I say with contentment. I shake my head. “What else do you have in mind?”

“A very good question. There are so many possibilities, but for now I’ll settle for being buried deep inside you.”

“Just where I want you.” Our lips meet with urgency. I feel so desired. I don’t think I have ever felt so wanted by anyone. His tongue seeks out mine, exploring, tasting, bringing all my feelings and emotions back to the surface.

I reach down between my legs and he’s more than ready. He sucks in a breath as I take his erection in my hand and position it where it needs to be. There is no time to think about what he’s going to do, because the encouragement I give him is all he needs. He slams into me in one hard, fast movement, and then stills momentarily, letting me adjust to the feeling.

And then he moves. Boy, does he move. His eyes are still open, holding my gaze as he slides in and out. He’s in control, controlling the pace he has set. His eyes are watching, looking for a sign that this is not what I want. He won’t find that. Of course I want this more than anything. It doesn’t matter if it’s slow and meaningful or fast and rough, it’s who it’s with. We had meaningful in the bath. This is what we both need right now.

I pull his mouth to mine and dig my hands in deeper around his shoulders, desperate for his touch on my lips. The need grows between us. He continues to take what I offer. What exactly am I offering? He has me in every sense. He has claimed me completely. He owns me.

The tension mounts between us. He pulls away from my lips, and already I miss his touch. His hands are still at my side, keeping him balanced. He throws his head back and his eyes close voluntarily as he continues to move. I can’t seem to take my eyes off him as I watch him struggle with his emotions. He’s so close but doesn’t want to be. We both needed this hard and fast, but now I see the agony he faces with the decision he doesn’t want to make, because once he does, our connection will be lost for the time being.

But my decision is easy to make. I need the release as much as he does, even if he’s trying to draw it out. I move my legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist, urging him, silently telling him what I need and want. He opens his eyes, and there it is, that smug look that tells me we’re both singing off the same hymn sheet.
Not a great thought in the throes of passion.

Once, twice, maybe three more and I know my body will give in. It builds deep within. I grip him tighter with my legs as he pounds harder, seeking his release. I claw at his back with my fingers as my own orgasm takes control.

He moans with sweet satisfaction as he continues to drive in deeper, harder. My insides clench tightly around him as he shudders with his climax, pulsing as he releases in me.

“Frickin.’ Hell. Libby. What. You. Do. To. Me.”

I smile at his words because I feel the same way about him.

I loosen the grip of my legs around his waist, but I am not quite ready to lose our connection. I still need him near.

I am spent, my breathing is harsh, and my heart rate is off the scales. Alex smooth’s my hair behind my ear. I look at the man who is smiling down at me, this beautiful man I love so damn much it bloody hurts. How is that even possible?

He eases out of me slowly and pulls me with him as he lies on his side. He runs his fingers down my face ever so softly. I shiver slightly. He pulls the covers up and over us.

“I should get up and clean up,” I say as he pulls me closer to him.

“Why? It’s just me and you, and I don’t want to let go of you yet.” He looks at me anxiously.

“I’m not going anywhere.” There’s nowhere else I want to be.

“And neither am I.”

My grin widens at his words because I think there is a double meaning to them. I should ask, but in this satisfied moment, I don’t want to take the risk that maybe I am reading too much into it.

“Miss, it’s about time you were going to sleep, don’t you think?”

“Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t tired?”

“It’s after three. You must be tired. You didn’t get much sleep last night. What, an hour at the hotel, and you’ve been on the go since . . .” He looks at me with worry. “Libby, you can’t work as hard as you do with so little rest.”

“You do it just the same,” I reply matter-of-factly.

“You’re right, so we both need some sleep. Turn around.”

I turn around so my back is to him, and he wraps his arms around me tightly. I snuggle in to where I am meant to be, my head tucked into him. His chest rises and falls with every breath he takes. It won’t be long until the rhythmic sound soothes me into a deep and trouble-free sleep.

“LIBBY! LIBBY, BABY, COME ON.
I can’t let you sleep any longer.” The voice is soft and soothing. I turn in the bed, but he’s not there. I open my eyes while rubbing them to clear my vision. He’s standing at the side of the bed, putting down a tray on the bedside table. Whatever it is smells delicious.

“Hi,” I mutter.

“Afternoon.”

“What time is it?” I ask in a panic.

“Nearly three thirty.”

“Fuck.”

“You looked so perfect sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you at all. But I know how much time you like to get ready,” he says mockingly.

I think about the times when we’ve been going somewhere and I’ve had a ridiculously short time to make sure I’m presentable.

“I’ve made you something to eat.”

I turn and look at the food—a few rolls and square sausage with two cups. I sit, pulling the covers up with me because I am still naked. I laugh to myself: I don’t know what I’m trying to hide. It’s not like he’s not seen it all before.

I really need to go pee and brush my teeth. He eyes me with amusement as if sensing what I’m thinking. If he were a gentleman, he would give me my robe so I could get up. So while he is dressed in a T-shirt and jogging pants, I have to walk the length of the room to the bathroom in all my naked glory. Why am I even overthinking this? Isn’t that what I did in the early hours of the morning?

I climb lazily out of the bed and walk to the bathroom. I hear his mumbled approval as I walk. I smile to myself that I can still entertain or shock him, depending on which way I want to look at it. I don’t spend too long in the bathroom. The lure of food is far too appealing. See I do eat, when I’m hungry. I actually have a pretty good appetite. I put on my robe and tie it tightly at my waist before going back into the room.

Alex is sitting on the bed cross-legged looking hot. The sight of him as always is distracting. He has a roll in one hand and a cup in the other. I join him, although I slide under the covers.

“So how long have you been up?” I ask out of curiosity.

“A few hours.”

“And you didn’t think to wake me?”

“No! I know how little sleep you’ve had in the last week. And I had a few calls to take care of.”

I raise my eyebrows, silently questioning him.

“It appears I could have a buyer for the hotel. Michael wanted to go through some details.”