Chosen Heart (The Hart Series)

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by Stewart, Ann


  Reaching over to touch his hand, I can’t help my smile. His lip twitch. “I was just thinking about how happy you make me. It’s as if I’m dreaming; it’s surreal. Like I’m going to wake up any minute and I’ll be alone in my bed again…without you.” Pinching me, I yelp at the slight sting. “What was that for?”

  “You said you thought you were dreaming. I was just proving this is our reality. You’re not the only one who’s scared about all of this, Elyssa. You’ve become such an important part of my life in such a short amount of time. I promise I will always try to make you happy. Anything within my power…it’s yours.”

  That reminds me. “Anything?”

  “Anything! Just name it.” Looking at me sideways, Alex ponders the magnitude of what he just offered.

  “Meet my sister and her boyfriend next weekend? They invited us to dinner at their house.” Rachel’s optimism paid off, we are definitely more than okay; we’re perfect.

  “Of course. Just tell me when and where.”

  “Cross your heart?” I tease.

  Alex points his finger at me and makes an imaginary X that spans my entire body. I melt. I’m completely doe-eyed, helplessly in love. “Take me home…now.”

  “You don’t want desert?”

  “Not unless I get to eat it off of your body.” The waiter comes at the perfect moment asking if we need anything. Alex quickly asks for the check and offers his credit card in the same moment.

  CHAPTER 16

  THUD! Aggressively, Alex pushes me against the door, struggling to fetch his key from the front pocket of his jeans. Sandwiched between the door and Alex seems like the perfect end to our perfect night. If it wasn’t for the fact that the hotel was hosting the conference, I would have taken him in the elevator. Instead, his mouth feverishly sucks on my bottom lip, slipping the key into the card reader. He’s quite talented, his hands and mouth never leave me while efficiently opening the door.

  Turning me around, my back facing his front, Alex continues to suck and kiss my neck while pushing the door open. The feel of his hands running along my breasts and navel almost send me into convulsions. I’ve been starved for days and all I want is to feast on him. I reach behind and grab the back of his head, my hands intertwine with his disheveled locks; I bring his mouth to mine.

  Once inside, I spin back around and clumsily try to unbutton his dress shirt while continuing to massage his tongue with mine. I’m not as good at multitasking. The frustration builds as my fingers battle against the buttons of his shirt. My aching need, coupled with his heavy breathing, causes me to explode with aggravation. Screw this! Hastily, I pry open his shirt, buttons scattering, as I force my fingers through the material to his lean, solid chest. Alex pauses and glances down at his dismantled shirt.

  “Oops,” I purr, placing my hand up to my mouth, suppressing a giggle at his shocked face.

  “You are a naughty, naughty girl, Elyssa,” Alex’s voice teases back. My hands slide down his chiseled chest, both of our eyes follow my palm as I trace the curves of his muscles and gently take his nipple into my mouth. I can feel the moisture building between my legs, as he trembles; a soft groan building in his chest. God, I’ve missed him. Wanting nothing more than Alex inside me, my hand continues to travel down his defined abs, towards the button on his jeans. Unexpectedly, he grabs my wrist, halting my downward pursuit.

  With a pout, my eyes shoot up, questioning why we’ve stopped. His seductive smile is menacing, yet enticing at the same time. His fingers flex around my wrist as I test his strength, but his hold is unwavering. “I have a surprise for you.”

  Tempted, I look around the room. Nothing seems out of place. In fact, the room seems completely ordinary. What a tease. I’m confused, and this build-up is too intense to keep quiet. “I thought dinner was my surprise?” Brows furrowed with want, I can barely control the need for him. How can he have so much self control after days of not being with me? I can’t hide the disappointment that his want is not the same.

  “Dinner was just the teaser before your surprise.”

  “Wait, how did you know everything would work out tonight?” Alex planned a surprised based on the assumption I would end up in his hotel room. He’s sure of himself isn’t he? “Are you feeling a little arrogant, Mr. James?” A sly smile brushes across my lips.

  “I knew because if I was faced with a similar choice…I would choose you. And it’s not arrogance; I’d like to think of it as confidence. Now, do you want your surprise or not?” I nod, unable to suppress the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, as I bounce with excitement. “The first part is waiting in the bathroom.” I walk towards his bedroom, but he grabs me from behind. “No, gorgeous girl; it’s in the guest bathroom.”

  I turn on my heel and head in the opposite direction. The sting of Alex’s hand playfully spanking me jolts me forward. “Hey!” The sensation is erotic and puts my libido into hyper drive. I’m tempted to turn around and tear his clothes off with my teeth, but instead I continue to walk towards the door, rubbing my sore behind.

  Looking back, Alex is a sexy mess with his disheveled hair and torn shirt. Removing his shoes, he kicks them forward. “What are you doing?” He’s toying with me, giving me a floor show; as if I didn’t already have enough pent up sexual desire.

  Sensually he begins to remove what’s left of his shirt. “You better hurry; I might have to get started without you.” Dropping his shirt to the floor, Alex saunters towards the bed, leaving me drooling over his bare back, his muscles flexing as he walks away.

  As I close the door, my eyes automatically hone in on the red Victoria’s Secret bag sitting on the edge of the sink. I wonder what secrets are waiting for me. I pause a moment, reacting as if a small explosive is sitting in front of me. Meticulously, I separate the pink wrapping paper with my finger, but not before noticing a small tag attached to the handle that reads, WEAR ME. My chest constricts as I reach deeper into the sexual abyss; the feel of satin and lace brushing against my knuckles. Intertwined in my fingers is a sheer cream-colored baby-doll with matching thong. The barely-there material makes me blush, but only for a moment. I strip down and slip on my gift. More like Alex’s gift; my gift is the sexual playground I plan on using his body for.

  A feeling of empowerment rushes over me as I gape at myself in the mirror. The vixen like image staring back exudes sexual confidence; everything the love of a man should make you feel. The airy material sways with my body as I twirl around taking in the full effect. I’m ready. With a deep breath, I turn the knob to go find my release.

  “Ohhhh Alllex!” My voice echoes through the now empty space. I scan the room, but he’s nowhere to be seen. This is the first time I’m really noticing his suite; it’s much larger than mine. The egg white furniture contrasts quite nicely with the dark tan carpet and Alex’s view is even more spectacular than mine. The dancing lights along the coast illuminate the darkness, giving depth to the ocean just outside. What are you doing? You can admire the view later!

  On my continued search for Alex, I pass the coffee table. Where before it was empty, there is now a single glass of champagne sitting on top of a napkin. A note can be seen below the stem; it reads, DRINK ME. Ah, a little game, is it? Clever Alex, real clever. I pick up the flute, taking a sip. The bubbles tickle my throat as I smile in appreciation; he’s really thought of everything. I wonder what’s next.

  A glint of silver catches my attention, shining under the glowing lights in the dining area. With my glass in hand, I walk towards the exquisite dark mahogany table. Gliding my finger across the smooth surface, I reach the silver serving dish displaying eight chocolate covered strawberries. I can’t help but remember my birthday and the days that led up to this moment, when Alex was nothing but a fantasy.

  There’s no surprise when I find another note next to the strawberries; it reads, EAT ME. I take a small bite. The mixture of the chocolate, strawberries, and champagne is sensual; I close my eyes and relish the sensation. Opening my eyes, I
notice the bedroom door is slightly ajar. Placing the glass on the table, I push the door open and peek around the corner.

  My mouth drops open in shock. I practically have to lift my chin from the floor as I regain my composure. Lying across the bed, still in his jeans, Alex is naked from the waste up. His bare feet and naked skin remind me of the ache I feel for him. The next note leaves me quivering. On his perfectly naked chest, I read LOVE ME written in chocolate with a heart made of whipped cream. Oh, if he only knew the depth of emotion I feel for him. It would scare him, almost as much as it scares me.

  Like a panther stalking its prey, I move towards the bed. In one swift move I pounce; climbing on top, straddling him. His perfectly decorated torso is too good to pass up. My tongue explores his smooth chest, lapping the chocolate as I move along tantalizingly slow from one nipple to the other. The chocolate tastes better off of him than it ever did on the strawberry. Then again, my man is sweeter than any berry imaginable.

  Alex moans in appreciation, closing his eyes. I lick the last of the chocolate off his clavicle, savoring every last drop. “Did you like your surprise?” The grumble from his chest vibrates against my lips, making me ache all over.

  I’m radiating happiness and it’s completely evident in my wide smile. “Like is not the right word.” Sitting up, I reach down to caress his cheek with the palm of my hand. “I love my surprise. It’s perfect…just like you.”

  A sad thought enters my mind, one that I wish I could shake off immediately. He’s looked past the anger, the pain, and is willing to begin again. “I can’t believe after everything that’s happened…”

  “Shhhh,” Alex brings his finger to my lips, stopping me. “No more talking. Right now, all I want is you.” His hand brushes against my aching sex, causing me to flush with desire.

  “Alex...” A moan escapes my lips. The smallest movement sends shocks of pleasure all over my body. Caressing my cheek with the back of his hand, he lovingly rubs his thumb against my lower lip. Taking his thumb into my mouth, I suck, teasing as his eyes widen. I can feel his reaction stirring below me.

  His eyes consume me as his hand brushes against my shoulder, removing the strap. “Do you like your gift?” His hands continues, brushing against the satin material, until I’m able to respond.

  “I love the way you see me. It makes me feel wanted.”

  “You are definitely wanted and you look as perfect as I imagined you would. But, you won’t be wearing this long.”

  My eyes follow his path of sexual exploration as his hand tease my nipples underneath the satin material. I whimper as he increases pressure, pinching and teasing between his thumb and forefinger. I want him inside me and it takes everything I have to savor this moment, instead of ravaging his body. Lowering myself, my lips reach his. His tongue continues to dance with mine, hands travelling up my back to undo the clasp holding the baby-doll in place. Removing the airy material he stares in appreciation. “Fuck,” he breathes. “I never want to be without you again. Never again…promise me?!” he demands.

  My finger traces an X across his bare chest, over his heart, over my heart. “Never again.” In one swift movement, Alex reaches behind, holding me against his chest and flips me onto my back. Moving strategically, he kneels over me, hands traveling up my thigh, stopping as he reaches my apex. Ready and wet, I tilt my pelvis against his large muscular fingers hoping for some release.

  I can’t hide how my body yearns for his touch. “Please Alex, touch me.”

  “You want me, my Hart?” His fiery blue eyes burn into mine.

  “Yes…always,” I moan. Reaching down, he brings both of my legs up and rests them on the tops of his shoulders. Hovering, he smiles down, brushing his fingers against my skin from toe to thigh, leaving my body quivering in anticipation. “Alex, please?!” I can’t take this anymore. Inch by inch, he moves his way down, gently placing kisses from my thigh, over my calf and then takes my pinkie toe into his mouth. The sucking sensation sends vibrations directly to my groin.

  “Be patient. I haven’t touched you in days. I’d like to enjoy you.” Staring deep into my eyes, his hands reach the band of my barely there panties. Hooking the satin material with his thumb he undresses me, bringing them downward, past my thighs and toes. In a playful manner he tosses it to the floor. I giggle as I flex my foot and place it against his defined chest.

  The ache from the day fades away with each stroke as his large masculine hands begin to massage the arch of my foot. He’s gifted and attentive. I never imagined having a lover who was focused primarily on my needs and pleasure. Is it possible to climax from reflexology? His touch is too much to bear and for a moment I almost forget that I’m naked on display.

  “It’s not fair,” I point towards his jeans.

  Alex continues to massage the pads of my feet. “What’s not?”

  “You’re still dressed.”

  Alex stands, leaving me naked and wanting on the bed. Grabbing the bottle of syrup on the nightstand, he explains, “I haven’t had my dessert yet. I always order dessert.” My insides clench. With bottle in hand, Alex squirts small droplets of chocolate over my clavicle, nipples, and navel; painting a culinary roadmap for his pleasure. Pushing my legs apart, he hovers over me. Tongue lapping in the sweet, sticky candy that is melted all over my body. He moans in between my breasts, before offering to share his dessert. Unable to form any coherent words, I nod. He’s so playful. Definitely not boring, like…like…what’s his name…oh who cares…

  Taking my right nipple into his mouth, he sucks it bare before bringing his mouth to mine. His soft lips and silky tongue taste of sweet chocolate and Alex; a combination that would sell millions, but one I would never share.

  I can no longer fight the urge to rub myself against him. I must have him now. Whispering against his lips, I plead, “Alex, no more waiting. I’ll do anything; just don’t make me wait any longer. I want you. Please...” Wondering if this pleasure torture will continue, I search his face, hoping he’ll finally give me my release.

  Without a word, Alex removes his pants and boxer briefs before deftly positioning himself for entry. Thrusting into me, my body relaxes and tenses at the same time. His hips continue slow, torturous movements as his hands travel up my body, cupping my breasts.

  His lips speak against mine. “Is this what you wanted, Elyssa?”

  “Yes, Alex, like that.” My hands travel down his muscular back to his firm butt. I grip his cheeks, forcing his hips into the apex of my thighs. I long for him to give me sexual amnesia; I want to forget the past two days of turmoil. Make me forget my name.

  With intense emotion, Alex makes love to me, attentively watching me as my body craves more. “Elyssa, you’re going to make me come,” he breathes raggedly, gripping my thighs as he continues to thrust into me.

  “Not yet, Alex. I need more of you. Please?!”

  Sitting up, he balances on his knees as he takes my hips into his hands. His movements become desperate as he grinds into me with such force, making my breasts bounce with each thrust. Harder and harder, he punishes me with each movement. “Is this what you want?” his voice is rough as he continues.

  “Yes…fuck…please!” I scream as my climax builds. “Don’t stop.” My orgasm reaches me, my body quivers, unraveling with my release. Alex continues to ravage me, moving even faster. My mind is a blur as more pleasure builds. Fuck, again? I don’t think I can come again. “Alex,” I moan his name, not knowing which way is up.

  “Come…Again…Elyssa!” he demands with each thrust. Alex shuts his eyes, releasing the tension building inside of him. I love watching when he comes unraveled because of me. His tension, releases my own as I scream through the pleasure of my second orgasm. I’m engulfed by the weight of Alex’s body as he lays slumped on top of me. Running my hands through his just-fucked-hair and down his body, I hold him against me in a post-coital embrace; our breathing slows as we lay exhausted, sated.

  Alex shifts so he’s lying next to me
, resting his head on his hand. Confirming his playful and compassionate mood, he grazes his fingers up and down the length of my torso at a leisurely pace. We lay like this, just staring at each other, not wanting to break our connection. I’ve never felt so at peace with anything or anyone.

  “I could get used to this.” Alex’s eyes follow his fingers as they graze my skin.

  “To what? Having a naked woman in your bed every night?” I regret bridging this topic the moment the intended playful words escape my lips.

  “Not just any woman…you. All I want is you. I can’t get enough of you, my Hart,” he confesses, placing tender kisses along my shoulder.

  I’m not trying to darken our jovial moods, but the thought of Alex with other women make me cringe with jealousy. I know he’s not a virgin, but a girl can dream right? I haven’t thought much about his previous conquests, but a part of me wonders exactly how many others he’s been with. “Since we are talking about other women, exactly how many others have there been?”

  He hesitates a moment before explaining. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you how many women I’ve been with. If I do, then you’ll only focus on the number and to be honest I stopped counting a long time ago.” Reaching up, Alex strums his fingers along my bottom lip. “Everyone before you was just sex; I didn’t feel anything for them. As far as I’m concerned, you are my first, my one and only.”

  A first of the heart? Is that possible? Surely there have been others. I know there has been no one else for me. Is it possible that his previous conquests were truly just that? Just two bodies intertwined in sexual bliss. It may be harder for me to understand since I’ve never been able to separate emotion with sex. This is probably the very reason I’ve never given myself to anyone since Cole. The act of making love without being in love never appealed to me.

  Oh.My.God. I’m in love… “Thank you Alex…for tonight …for you…for everything.”

  Turning on his back, he shifts me on top of him. Lying against him, I can feel the rise and fall of his chest. Both naked, we stare at each other, green eyes to blue. “You’re welcome, so…I guess I’m doing something right, huh?’ Alex laughs as he continues to graze my skin with his fingers. “This, this is all new. The way I grew up…well let’s just say I never got to see love first hand. I didn’t believe in love.”

 

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