I smell him before I see him.
It’s time to put my big girl panties on and get this over with…
Quaking on the inside, Jules arm grazes mine as she guides me down the three stairs until I am on flat concrete. Trying to exhume all the strength I can, I stand with my back straight and face this hunk of a man. My man for tonight…
“Hi.” I sound confident, but skeptical as if I am convincing someone else.
Stepping forward, his hands skim around my back, pulling me towards his breathtaking lips. Soft, powerful lips lock onto mine. Startled, my lips firm until his tongue enters my mouth, effectively melting my unknown state into a molten mess. I kiss him back until he breaks the hold on me. Dazzled by his expertise, my breathing is ragged. I must look like a fish out of water.
“Hello, Isla, are you ready for dinner?” His smooth, self-assured voice makes my insides melt from the furnace inhabiting my entire body… How the hell am I going to last through this night with this sexy man? I want him on a plate…now… Before I can answer, he is holding out his masculine hand to Jules, shakes her hand introducing himself.
“Hi, I’m Alex. Nice to meet you. You must be the J in J&I Events?” Obviously affected by Alex, Jules laughs gracefully and reaches for his hand, shaking it.
“You’re correct, I’m Jules, Isla’s best friend and business partner. Nice to meet you, Alex. Take care of my bestie tonight. Enjoy.” Ending the conversation rather quickly, she flicks her hair over her shoulder, winks at me, and walks away, leaving me to fend for myself.
Crap…
Perspiration runs down my back and I’m willing my legs to move as I look up into his astounding azure eyes that sparkle like the sun reflecting off the ocean’s surface. He smiles down at me with genuine delight. I heave a sigh and acknowledge that he, too, looks maybe a bit indecisive of where to go to from here. I dissolve into laughter.
Alex begins laughing, too, highlighting his infectious smile, showcasing his clear blue eyes. Relieving this moment of tension.
“Wow, I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t hold myself together one more second.” I bump his shoulder and laugh again. He’s going to think I’m crazy…
Alex lightly takes my hand and moves it to his luscious lips, kissing the back like a gentleman…
“Are you ready for dinner, Isla?”
With a nod, he holds my hand firmer and leads me to a black BMW limousine, opening the back passenger door for me, before climbing in the back next to me, never letting go of my hand. Someone outside shuts the door.
What…on…earth?
How had I not noticed a blasted limousine parked across from where I had been standing two seconds ago? Or the driver that goes with it? He really does want to make sure I won’t go to the police and press charges. Before I can say anything, the car commences to move to our destination.
As I look around, I take note that there is enough room inside this car to fit ten people. The black leather interior and soft comfy seats are so far from my typical experiences, that this situation is altogether unbelievable. Eyes wide open, with shaking hands and a fuzzy mind, I’m tongue-tied. I’m awed by the T.V. and with the cocktail bar and the sheer size of the limo, I’m unable to think… plus, there is a screen separating us from whomever is driving… Nice…
Still holding my hand, or am I gripping it for dear life… I keep focusing on the cocktail bar.
“A drink, Isla?” Thinking this would be a fantastic way to completely relax my body and mind, I nod.
“That would be great. Thanks.” I focus on twiddling my fingers instead of the stretch of his muscles under his jacket and the way he says my name so delicately yet commandingly off his lips.
“My pleasure. White wine okay or would you like something stronger?” Fuck, a whole bottle of scotch wouldn’t help me through this…
“Would you have any type of vodka?” I suggest, risking making eye contact with his dark pools of desire. The hunger exhibited in them sends trembles through my entire body.
Slowly turning, he brings out a bottle labelled, ‘Vodka’ and raspberry from the covered ice area, I’m impressed.
“One of my favorites.” I muse.
Alex proceeds to pour the Vodka into a cocktail glass, handing it to me when it’s full. He finds a whisky type glass and pours himself some scotch, then he reaches for my hand… again.
Taking a few mouthfuls of my beverage without looking in his direction, warmth spreads through me from the alcohol. It’s definitely not from his hand… Crap I’m not a good liar.
My breath is surprisingly unwavering, as is Alex’s. This guy is making me question every ounce of sanity I have left in me. Tonight, I am willing to put my life in the hands of a virtual stranger. I can’t resist being near him, risking the lot. But my gut is telling me tonight will be worth it. The coiling within my stomach subsides as his breathing moves in time with mine. Sipping my drink while studying the night lights flashing past us starts to calm me. My hand loosens under his hold. Hesitating before I turn and face him square on, I ask, “So, what is going on, Alex?”
His body shifts marginally so he is face to face with me. His strong throat and chest move rhythmically up and down. Controlled. The grip of his strong hand affectionately secures me to him more. Opening his mouth to talk, he closes it before a warm smile spreads across his face. My nape prickles in response to his charming demeanor. Taking a deep inhale, without removing his eyes from my pupils he directly states.
“Truthfully, I’m not sure. I just know that I am continuously thinking about you, the beach, the night club, unable to concentrate on much else. You own my thoughts entirely, Isla.” His eyes seep into my soul. “The way your body arches when you come, how my name falls off your lips, how my hands cup perfectly around your breasts, how your body responds acutely to my touch, and how I want to know every detail behind the sadness in your eyes.”
Well, heck, I’m glad that’s out in the open…
Leaning toward me, speaking with authority, “The trust you handed to me in the ocean keeps playing on mind. You gave it to me without reservations. I gave you me in public without reservations.” Daring not to move in case I break the spell, he whispers “That’s never happened.”
I take another unladylike gulp from my drink, managing not to take my eyes off his. His truthfulness has left me stunned. No one thinks about me in that kind of a way…ever. Silence envelops the car, except for our inhaling and exhaling. Both of us in thought. Pleasuring men is something I must do to survive this world. Event manager by day another person by night. Meaningless, vulgar sex wherever and whenever because I’m told to. I want this man! Is it that simple? Bubbles fill my chest and I feel light. Fuck, not once has satisfying a man because I wanted to entered my thoughts. Finishing off my beverage, I place the glass on the delicately crafted wood panel.
Deciding finally here was a man I actually want to pursue over anything else in my real world, I scan his features once more, deliberating how I should make my move. Power and authority exhume from his mere presence and being accustomed to doing as I’m told, I am certainly out of my depth. But I want this more than anything! The time finally feels right to take control of my life. His bemused eyes search mine. Moving my hand bit by bit away from him and lifting my back straighter, reaching up toward his face, I sigh in his ear “I believe it’s my turn.” Not rushing, as if all the time in the world exists, I grip his pants firmly, noticing a hard, large cock underneath.
Never willingly taking control before with a man I’ve chosen, my breath hitches and my eyes wander down his faultless attire that clings to his body like it was made exclusively for him. I continue while this newfound courage is flowing through me wondering where has Isla Winters gone to? And at this point I couldn’t care less…
I slowly undo his zipper so his warmth is against my skin when I place my hand under his boxers. His breath catches.
A gentle finger lifts my head up so I have to look into his eyes. There is a questioning look in his wide, bright eyes.
Affording him a genuine smile, I say, “Just feel, let me do this for you.” It’s my turn to reciprocate…and fuck how I want to… Sitting back, he watches with genuine interest. An acceptance for now.
“Just this once Isla. I will allow it just this one time.”
I resume my reverie to the warmth emanating from his groin area. He assists by lowering his trousers and boxers down marginally so his cock’s easily accessible. His hands find their way to my hair, and he begins to massage my head. Next, he roams his delightful hands underneath my jacket and blouse. I need to focus…his gratification…not mine…
My hands run up and down the underside of his silky hard length and I can’t even stop myself now if I try. The sheer size of it makes my mouth water. Hunger builds deep inside me. I need to devour him, taste him, consume him. I bend down and take his warm cock in my mouth, teasing him, tasting his pre-cum, getting used to his size. Trying to fit him all the way in is a challenge, but one I want to conquer. My throat muscles relax and I persistently suck and move along his long length, hitting the back of my throat every so often, heightening my own arousal. Pressing my thighs together to alleviate the burning creeping within me to prolong my own orgasm takes my mind from pleasuring Alex for a second. His hips flex, wakening my senses again. I continue sucking with strong movements as he runs his hands through my hair. I squeeze his balls as I run my tongue across his sensitive under shaft, excited when lusty satisfied moans escape his lips.
A hand tugs my hair firmly and I raise my long-lashed eyes, not releasing my suction, though, to search his. The look on his face leaves me with a sense of power and sexiness. Two things that Isla Winters could never be accused of. I hesitate as he studies me. Something shifts then. An understanding. A connection. Hope.
“You’ve taken me captive, Isla,” he breathes through his lips before I return to his gift. Involuntary, his hips start to move faster and I follow accordingly, aware that his breath is short and rapid, mimicking my own when a large hand grips my chin and the other finds my waist. I have no choice but to release my prize and look up, while he draws me up with his other sturdy hand.
Have I done it wrong?
Abruptly, he places my mouth to his before kissing me with such fury. I miss a breath or five. My head is swimming, I want more, much more. Gasping for a gulp of air, I dive straight back onto his glorious lips, searching for what this is. I reach for his tie and start undoing it, reaching for his buttons next. I want to stroke and glance at that olive-toned chest again.
“What do you want, Isla?” He asks me.
Pausing for half a millisecond, I whisper, “Your hands touching me.”
“Where? You need to tell me.”
Pointing to my bust and without reservation, I reply, “Here.”
Striking like lightning, his hands remove my coat with ease and my shirt is extracted easily, too.
“That’s a good place to start.”
Heat pools over my red lacy bra where his fingers are expertly gliding. Extracting my curves from their confines, deep pleasure builds as I squirm and moan from his continual twisting of my nipple. Fuck, it’s almost too much. Biting and licking the other tip sends me near the edge.
“Alex, not yet. Too close.”
A slight snicker radiates from above me as he releases me.
“I’m just getting started, Sweetness. There’s more I’ll be tasting before we finish.”
“Taste away.” I boldly state with a gasp as he latches onto my neck, shooting shivers through my body and down to my little toes. Alex’s fingers are exploring my hips and moving lower to remove my skirt, exposing my red lace panties before he hastily takes them off. I feel one finger dip inside me, stretching me gloriously. Holy hell it’s incredible.
“So wet, Isla. Is that all for me?” Moving his head, his eyes feast unapologetically on my clit.
“Take it all, Alex,” is all I can say.
My hands are aching to touch his body. My mind forgetting what to do with them. My hands finally find his powerful shoulders just as his tongue sweeps over my clit. My body arches off the leather seats, crashing into his. Relentlessly, over and around he continues his onslaught, my eyes roll into the back of my head…
I’m not being quiet at all, in fact, I should be embarrassed by the amount of moaning that is involuntarily escaping my mouth, but it’s unbelievably sexy. Realizing that a gorgeous gentleman actually is enjoying being with me, needing me this way, is all I can ever ask for. His expert fingers unrelentingly entice my nipples and my hands roam and rip apart his muscular, square shaped back. My fingertips claw at his tattooed back as he hits the spot over and over again, tormenting me with pure bliss.
Our first time exploring each other completely comes so naturally and without inhibitions. Something only one could fantasize about.
“Alex, that’s heaven,” I say panting as I become closer and closer to bliss. “I want you to be inside me, please, Alex.”
His experienced movements slow down. His head and his gold medal worthy lips move up onto my stomach. Affected as well, his breath hits my skin in rapid short bursts, and he treats me to his voice, “Is that what you want, Sweetness?”
Nodding coyly, that’s precisely what I want…
But instead, I gently whisper, “I need to feel you inside me”…like I’ve never needed anything else.
Kissing my now swollen lips while still kneading my breasts, he replies, “Isla, I don’t have a condom with me. You are bewildering me beyond belief, and fuck how I like it.” Reaching into my handbag, I pull out the condoms. I always carry them on me… always. They’re a necessity in my life but I’m not going there in my mind now…
Resisting the urge to rip it open, encasing his cock instantly, I hand him the packet. Looking out from behind my dark eyelashes, hoping to God he sheaths himself rapidly. He shifts his hands to his protruding dick, rolling downwards.
Hell, why didn’t I do that for him? Anything to touch his beautiful, soft, smooth, silky hardness…
I shift my eyes back to his and his smile makes me falter. He admittedly is so gorgeous, I find it hard to understand why he’s here with me in a limo, instead of in a palatial suite somewhere, being looked after by stunning women. He lowers me onto his hard member, tenderly and with adoration, stretching me so I feel every part of him. I want to move but I stop myself. I see the intensity in his blue eyes as he pulls me forward to kiss my lips tenuously, but with purpose. Resting my hands on his upper torso, I slowly rotate, as does Alex, never taking our eyes off one another. Our bodies understand each other perfectly, moving to a rhythm, granting us both so much desire. I hear my voice saying ‘Alex,’ over and over again, getting louder every time. There’s no way I can stop. My head moves backward, my body writhing on Alex’s. His fingers flick my clit, his voice sternly reaches my hearing.
“Look at me, Isla, don’t take your beautiful eyes off mine.” It’s so difficult to comply. The impending explosion is ready to detonate around me. My eyes locate his, my back starts to arch and my breasts move forward so they are fully on show for him. My insides squeeze him tighter than I would believe humanly possible. My body is trembling in excitement when Alex says my name like a prayer from his mouth, over and over, looking directly into my eyes as he continues to hit me. Pounding his muscular strong body into mine as though his life depends on it. I revel in his strength and then with one last thrust he stills, releasing himself. His body continuing to jerk momentarily. I start to slump onto his chest when his hand grabs my jaw, directing me to his lips, where I’m treated to an unhurried, sensual, and passionate kiss, conveying a secret message maybe, but I’m too wiped to understand.
My panting slows, rising and falling in time with Alex’s. I don’t want to move and unclear of the protocol that goes with limo sex with a stranger. I shut my eyes, hoping like hell, this spell isn’t broken. The silence stretches on when airily I hear, “Are you alright?”
Alright? No…not alright. Splendid? Fantastic? Crazy?
The car is still moving, and I wonder how far the restaurant is.
Will he still want dinner now, since he already made his apology, in a very nice way?
Lifting my body from the warmth of his arms wrapped around me, I blush. I’m not experienced in matters of intimate sex, so I’m unclear to what is expected.
“I’m fine, although, I’m not sure if I can get my legs to work,” I say as I leisurely move off his hips. Alex removes the condom and ties it, putting it in the corner waste bin. Flushed, I gather my clothes and start redressing. Alex follows as well. Fuck, how I wish he would leave his body uncovered …please.
I candidly smile at Alex, feeling a lot lighter and more connected than when I came out of the office earlier.
“This is maybe presumptuous of me, but are we still going for tea? I’m famished for some strange reason.”
Holy crap, that was unexpected…but so fucking delicious.
My Sweetness surprised me yet again. Not just because of her enchanting body but by captivating my thoughts now for three days, throwing me a complete curveball in the back of my limousine which will render me useless to anyone else. Dinner was a way to empty my head, understanding that possibly my testosterone was steering me back to her striking face and body. Although, after our limo experience, my mind’s taken a direct hit. I can’t think straight and I don’t want to if this is where it will lead me. To her warm, supple, pale skin laying over me. I can’t comprehend why her skin is so remarkable all of a sudden. Last night I had been contemplating taking the protective detail off her considering we have only known each other such a very short time. Being overprotective this time. But she’s only embedded in my mind further now that she is mine and nothing will ever take her from me. Her detail stays.
Coming down from a staggering and unexpected orgasm, a warmth envelopes me unlike anything else I have experienced. I am no stranger to sexually gratifying women and in return being pleasured until I find release. But this time is different. Asking her to look at me during our pleasure is unique to me, leaving me feeling exposed and unsure.
Two things I’m totally not comfortable with…
Her skin on mine and lying there in silence is…perfection.
As Isla dresses, all my willpower is tested so I don’t start ripping her clothes off her delectable body again and begin round two.
Genuinely caring about her response to “are you alright?” my eyes widen into a stare and I burst with laughter when she presumptuously asks if we are still going to eat.
“Of course, we can still go for tea if you would like to. I booked a table for seven-thirty at Le 1.” Uncertain if she has connected the dots to the restaurant, the resort, and where we first encountered each other, I tell her that it’s one of the best restaurants in Sydney.
“The food there is exquisite, and being a personal friend of the chef, we will be treated to an impeccable dinner,” I calmly say as I take her hand again. She gives me a lazy, calm smile and just stares at me in a comfortable silence. It’s a little unnerving how harmonious we appear to be, like we’ve known each other for a decade. And not only days.
At the same time, I am quite thankful that she hasn’t asked me any personal questions. She doesn’t know who I am. At this precise moment, we are two people who have found a connection together and living for this very moment, shielded by the black tinted windows of the car, oblivious to the larger world outside.
I pick up the internal phone without taking my eyes from the striking beauty next to me.
“Thomas, can you take us to Le 1 now, please?” As he turns the car, I begin to hope like hell that there are no photographers in the reception. Not wanting to tempt fate, I release Isla’s hand and find my phone.
“I just have to send a quick work message before we proceed with our night together.”
“Oh, ok” she sighs peacefully.
Not liking losing the physical contact of our hands touching, I send a message to Colin, the manager at The Raven:
Ensure there are no reporters or photographers outside when I arrive in five minutes. Remove them if there are. No excuses. Also, I am bringing a lady with me into the reception area to go to Le 1. We are not to be disturbed by anyone on our way there. Thank you.
Raven.
Done, now I pray that everything goes smoothly until we are situated at our secluded dining table. Wrapping my arm around her delicate shoulder, she leans in so her head is laying on me, looking out the window. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that she is contemplating what’s going on here. I close my eyes for a matter of a minute, wondering when would be the right time to tell her who I am. I’m not worried about my revelation, only hopefully my name doesn’t tarnish who she is captivating-the real me. My reputation as a ladies man is usually how I am perceived. Women throwing themselves at me because of my status in society, my business, and my wealth. It’s refreshing with Isla, staggeringly refreshing. There are no expectations placed upon me, no preconceptions. Because with her, I can finally be me…
The car slows down and we both look at our respective outfits.
“I didn’t tell you how lovely you look, Sweetness. Breathtakingly beautiful. Especially in those red panties.” I grin from ear-to-ear until she elbows me in the ribs. She is stronger than she looks. Reaching across my body, Isla starts fixing up my tie, while I run my hands through my hair taming it to a manageable mess. A pertinent thought escalates through my head, I haven’t had a woman do my tie ever… Giggling escapes Isla, distracting my concerns.
Her hands finish straightening my tie before she assesses me thoroughly.
“You’re rather hot yourself.” A smug look flashes across her face before she brightly adds “Gosh, I’m starving.”
Looks like my little vixen has worked up an appetite.
Waiting for the door to open, we are greeted by a man.
“Good evening, sir.”
I stretch my legs out of the car and stand, looking to ensure that Colin’s completed his job, checking that there is no one around to annoy us. Bending down, I offer my hand to Isla and pull her out, noticing her black high heel shoes. Fuck, I wasn’t able to admire them in the limo.
Next time.
Running a multi-billion-dollar corporation leaves me little time for more than a quick fuck. The added dangers of the family business make me reluctant to even consider a next time with a beautiful woman. Memories still claw their way inside me when I least expect it. The vision of her blond hair streaked with blood. The desperate look in her frosted eyes when I rounded the corner in her parents’ family home. Her father and mother’s bodies splayed out in the entrance to the house, her limp body across that of her mother’s.
“Alex… umm Earth to Alex.” That adorable voice filters through my thoughts. Fuck…Getting my head back in the game, I wrap my arm around her tight waist. “Let’s go have some dinner.”
Knowing all too well that she could be used against me and my family. But Fuck! Why shouldn’t I have a woman if I want one? I’m fucking Alex Raven. Head of the family here in Australia. I take what I want. I do what I want and I protect what is mine, fiercely.
“I will message you when we need you again, Thomas.” Noticing Isla’s uneasiness, I hold her tightly and lead the way into the entrance, across to the lifts. I hit the floor number and wait. Isla’s chest expands with each heartbeat. Squeezing her hand, she looks up at me.
“Sweetness, are you okay?”
Hesitating, she smiles adoringly. “I’m just hungry.”
Entering the lift, I pull her briskly towards me so she lands on my chest, wrapping her hands around my body to support herself. She laughs aloud, then pinches my ass. I’ve got a little minx on my hands, and I love it. I lower my mouth to her jaw, expending a slight tug with my teeth. Now, her breathing surges. I stop when the lift dings and we are at the correct level. Taking the lead, I stride over to the Maître d.
“Good evening. I have a reservation for seven-thirty” choosing not to elaborate with my name, knowing, of course, this girl knows exactly who I am. Fuck, I hope she keeps my name to herself.
Pointing down the corridor, she says, “Follow me, sir.”
Confidently and proudly walking through my finest eatery, I don’t lock eyes with anyone in fear they will stop me. A few seconds, I am pulling out Isla’s chair, at a corner secluded table, out of the way of prying eyes.
Her eyes glance around. “This room looks remarkable, Alex. Jules told me how difficult it is to get a table here. Her parents had tried to book a table for their anniversary, but they weren’t taking bookings for two months. You must really be good friends with the chef.” Peering wide-eyed at the furnishings, Isla is smiling in awe of the beautiful space. It’s been furnished similar to the other parts of the resort, beiges, whites, and flecks of silver, but with its own unique finishing touches, inspired by French designs.
I gain the eye of the waiter who is waiting diligently for us tonight. “Would you like something to drink, Isla?”
“Yes, please,” she replies. “ Is there a Pink Raspberry Cosmos on the menu?”
“Anything you like is yours, Sweetness.” Motioning to the waiter, I say, “A Pink Raspberry Cosmos for the lady and a double Macallan for myself please.”
Looking at the menu, I decide on duck consommé for entree and a filet mignon, with baby spinach and pommes grenailles for the main. Taking note that there is a wide variety on the menu and hoping that she likes French cuisine, I ask, “What would you like?”
Her piercing violet eyes scan over the list.
“I’m still deciding. It all looks scrumptious. Trying to decide what to eat is tricky.” Lifting her head, granting me access to her flawless eyes makes my cock take notice.
“Anything you choose will be excellent,” I smile.
She lowers her eyes and concentrates again on her choice.
“I will order what you’re having since you know the chef and what’s good here.”
The waiter scribbles down our requests. Trying to maintain our connection we found in the limo, I rearrange my chair so I am sitting next to her instead of across. I take her hand. It’s such a small thing, but one I repeatedly seem to be doing tonight. I can’t get enough of her delicate skin. With command, I decide it’s time to step up the intimate Alex Raven charm that very few people rarely witness. Looking directly into her eyes, starting out with general conversation, I question, “So, Isla, how did you and Jules come to be in the event management business?”
“Well,” she begins as she repositions herself on the chair. “We’ve known each other for what seems like forever. Her parents are quite well off and I was lucky enough to spend many vacations with them, visiting many museums and galleries. I fell in love with antiques and designer wares and Jules was interested in events, so…we decided we could make the two work together. Her family connections have given us a foot in the door and the rest has been up to us.”
“Sounds like a great match. So, you like antiques?”
“I have a passion for them.” Isla’s eyes momentarily close. “Not that I own any, far from it. But I know a lot about them. One day, it would be my dream to own one piece of rare eighteenth-century furniture. I don’t even care what, just something.” Alert eyes swing to mine.
“My father knows a lot about the art world and fine furniture. I have learned a few things from him. I am only a novice, though, when it comes to identifying pieces. I ultimately know what I like when I see it and then go through the motions to acquire it. I never lose.” Taking a drink of my alcohol, I boldly stare at her.
She looks away and I watch her carefully. She straightens her back a tiny bit, uncertainty in her eyes as she turns back.
Her eyes meet mine. A rawness swimming within them. “Umm, Alex. We’ve been intimate in ways I can only dream about… But I know nothing about you. You know nothing about me.”
Her head casts downward so I can’t see what her eyes are revealing, her voice wavers slightly “Alex, I feel as if I’m in a continual ray of sunshine, blinding me and my senses. This doesn’t happen to me. It’s not allowed to happen to me.” Her hand wraps around her mouth as though she has spoken out of turn.
Fuck, I want to be her sunshine. I cut in abruptly but quietly.
“You are driving me fucking insane. For the past three days, I’ve been acting like a lunatic, unable to focus on anything but you, your eyes, and those kissable lips. Since speaking to you in The Basement, something shifted inside of me and I can’t lose it.” Sighing and looking down at our hands, I whisper, “It’s something I have never felt before.” I move my hand to release her hand, uncertainty hitting me in the face. But she holds on to my fingers tighter, grounding me. My head snaps up. Noticing her broad smile and her head moving to my face, zeroing in for my lips, she plants them on mine and that’s when the sharp charge flows through them, enticing me to take more.
Breaking her onslaught, Isla mouths, just audibly loud enough “Are you being really honest, Alex?” Fuck, I love all the different ways my name comes out from her lips.
“Every last word.”
Dinner arrives at that precise moment, allowing our revealing conversation to be absorbed. I hadn’t woken up on Saturday morning looking for the woman of my dreams. There certainly wasn’t one four days ago…but fuck, here she is, less than two feet away from me and, my God, I’m going to do everything I can to keep her.
The conversation between us ebbs and flows, we don’t talk too specifically about our lives. Finding out about her mother and brother Benjamin who live in Sydney but her father passed away when she was seventeen. I then briefly explain about my mother and father. Their Italian heritage and their love of art and my older sister. I chat one-sidedly about the countries I have visited. Sincerely interested, though, hanging on every word that trails out of my mouth, Isla listens intently, conjuring up images no doubt of the town and cities I describe to her.
Lost in her head and with a sigh, she whispers, “Sydney is the only place I know. All those places do sound awesome, though. From an early age, we could only afford the basics. A holiday was if mum took us to Coogee to visit her sister without our father. I had a dream of going over to Paris to visit the museums and galleries. It’s still on my list. One day, I will make it happen.”
Giving her my genuine smile, I answer, “There is all the time in the world for you to explore those wonderful areas, Isla. There is no rush.”
With that, her skin faintly blushes. A mobile phone interrupts. Reaching for her large handbag, she pulls out her phone.
“It’s my mother, I must take it.” Swiveling her body to the side so I get a chance to study her profile facial features. They are just as captivating. Her voice is barely there.
“Mum, are you okay?” Her body tenses as she asks.
Looking tentatively at me, she focuses back on the conversation.
“Yes, Mum. I know what tomorrow is.” Deep breaths are being inhaled and exhaled.
“No.” Isla’s voice snaps louder, her eyes clearly upset.
“Every year it’s the same. I won’t be going with you this year to his grave or any other year. I have my reasons and they still stand.” Wrapping her arm around her waist, she shifts further so I can’t see her face anymore.
“I have to go. Nothing’s going to change… Yes… I do love you, too. Goodbye.”
Facing back to me, I can see her imploring me not to ask.
“Another drink?” Taking pity on her, I place my hand on her shaking thigh, giving her strength if she needs it. My eyes longing to help her put her vulnerabilities aside.
“I need it, thanks.”
Drinking her vodka, loosening her inhibitions a little at a time, she starts to visibly relax again. Finishing her meal, she pushes her chair out and holds out her hand to me.
“Would you like to dance?”
I’m speechless, I should have thought of that move. She likes to dance so she’s taking the lead.
“With a gorgeous woman like you, of course.” Taking her hand in mine, I take her to the floor, where there is jazz music playing. My dancing skills aren’t flawless, but we fit together effortlessly, and I am finding it this moment yet captivating. My cock is too…down, boy…not now…
After three songs of twirling, sideway glances, and pressing our bodies together, the occupants around us are starting to notice I’m out on the dance floor with a stunning woman. The patrons who eat here aren’t the type to take photos and post to social media, but you can’t be too careful. Keeping her back toward the seats for most of the time, I hope no one catches her face. Not that I am ashamed of this delectable woman, and how I am going to show her off once she knows who I am. Her reluctance to explain much of her past with me still sits uneasily in my gut. She’s hiding something. She will trust me enough soon to reveal her secrets to me herself. We retreat to our table, hoping that no one stops me to chat. Losing her body connection doesn’t stop the electric current running around my veins. My body sensing a change occurring from within.
“That was incredible, actually the whole night has been. I want to thank you, Alex, but I must go as tomorrow is a large day. And I have to be on the top of my game if I am to keep our fancy pant customers happy,” she laughs.
Eagerly, I inquire, “Would you like dessert before we leave?” in an effort to prolong as much time with her.
“Didn’t we start out with dessert? In the limo?” she laughs enthusiastically, eyes twinkling with the lights.
Angst flows through me. “Sweetness, I must see you again.” I don’t want this night to end. My life’s complicated and Isla’s quick side step around her life indicating that there’s more to her than meets the eye could be an excuse for her not to want to see me again. Being in the limelight with me and my family connections may spook her. I need to shield her from this at the moment, but how? It’s only a matter of time and she will find out my true identity.
Hell… I hope she’s strong enough…
Staring wide-eyed and looking straight into my eyes, I can tell she is contemplating what I confessed to her.
“Sweetness?” I implore as I start to unravel inside.
She’s reasoning internally so hard, but about what? I can’t tell. I want to ease her fears.
“A man like you, Alex, can choose anyone. Your insanely gorgeous body, your beautiful face, how you fuck, hell…how you fuck is amazing,” she openly sighs before continuing with adoration.
“My life is a complicated mess, which won’t ever go away. I can’t explain why, it just is this way. I can’t ask you to be a part of it because there are some things that I can’t modify, no matter how much I may want them to. And believe me, I want them to, but my destiny’s been mapped out for me and that’s how it has to be.” Sadness enters her eyes again.
I bring the back of her hand to my mouth, kissing with reverence. Proceeding over to her lips, pushing my tongue ferociously into her opening. I move my lips in time now with hers, showing her the passion which is now lit inside me. There’s no way she is getting out of this.
This woman captured my attention on Saturday night and I’ve been unable to think about anything else.
“So there are no mistakes, Isla. I feel fiercely possessive about you. Nothing can hurt you now. I will be here to listen when you are ready to let me in fully. Until then, trust I will still be by your side. But we will change whatever is holding you back from me, together,” I say confidently, pushing my seat out. I take her hand and position my other at her back, placing a small kiss behind her right ear and guide her out of the resort to the waiting limo. It’s time for me to take charge and show her how I make change happen.
It’s altogether a different ride home than when he picked me up a short time before. I lean on Alex’s sturdy body the whole drive home in complete silence. Except for the occasional rub of his thumb over my hand, we are both sorting through our internal concerns. Aware that his eyes never leave me, a sense of calmness settles over me. It’s like I have my own personal bulletproof jacket sitting next to me and I only have to walk in to his large arresting body and I will be sheltered from any harm. I am fast becoming addicted to him.
My ultimate guy showed a determined, authoritative side to himself. Confident and being the master of my universe now for the past memorable days, my mind is blown away from believing my everyday insanities. Believing now for years that absolutely nothing can reshape the course of my life, the power of hope creeps into my vocabulary. Dropping me at my front door, it doesn’t escape me to the fact that I didn’t tell him where I live, but who worries about that minor detail? Right?
Quickly grasping my head between his large hands, and holding my face securely, demanding with his eyes that he’s desperate for me, I internally smolder. His unshaven face rubs against my cheek as he sweeps his lips across mine, tempting me to latch on.
Oh what hell, my body craves more…
I wrap my arms forcefully around his neck, fusing our lips together, indulging for what may be the last time. Stirring unfolds in my stomach and other lower regions, increasing my want to keep him here. But I must go. Conscious of having a large day tomorrow, where organization is a must, much needed sleep is a priority.
“Help me change my fate, Alex,” I silently say before I open the car door and virtually run up the stairs to the front door. I don’t look back, as the limo drives away, leaving me alone in the dark surrounded by cool night air.
Opening the door, my soul and lower pelvic are luminous. I float across to the lounge to wrap my head around the last three days activities and the insurmountable emotions I feel every time my befuddled brain is within a ten-foot range of Alex’s charismatic and captivating persona. Train wreck would be the word I use to describe my past and current situation when it comes to my personal life. Alex, with his commanding ways, allows me to seek other possibilities. Damn, his absolutely stunning face. His powerful pulverizing hips that allow his cock to hit just that right spot inside every time. Damn his gentle caresses and feverish kisses which dominate my mind, a reality that can never be.
Can we change it together?