Alex held her away from him so he could look into her eyes, his suddenly serious. “Don’t. No woman has ever responded to me like that. You’re a very sexy woman, Angie.”
Angie was embarrassed but it really had been so long. She hadn’t even been kissed in an entire year. She hadn’t wanted to be kissed. But there was something about Alex that was driving her wild and even at that moment, after a rather good orgasm, she could still feel the fire in her veins and knew that until she had him deep inside her, she would not be satisfied. The thought that she still wouldn’t be satisfied even after that crept into her mind but she shook it off. Her best friend Tricia was right, she needed a hot passionate affair like yesterday.
“Angie?” Startled from her thoughts, Angie lifted her eyes to Alex’s concerned ones. “Are you okay?”
She nodded absent-mindedly, suddenly aware that Alex was still hard beneath her and just like that, she was horny all over again. She swiftly felt the need to take him inside her and something of what she was thinking must have shown on her face because his eyes turned dark and his pupils dilated. Her tongue came out to moisten her lips and his eyes moved to her mouth, transfixed. And though she didn’t think it possible, she felt him get harder.
“I’m better than okay,” she said replying his earlier question. Her hand trailed to his belt buckle, “I’m ready to play.”
Amusement lined his eyes. “Are you, now?” he teased then turned serious. “Angie I’m going to make love to you, to bury myself deep inside you so that when you come I can feel every single tremor. I want to hear you scream and I want to see your face when you come for me.”
Angie felt her chest tighten and she was struggling to get enough air into her lungs. She opened her mouth to reply to him but found her voice wasn’t working. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’d like that very much,” she answered politely, even though there was nothing very polite about the way he was looking at her, or about the thoughts going through her head for that matter.
“Do you have condoms?”
Condoms? As in more than one? How many times did he intend to do it? She wondered silently even as she felt a thrill shoot through her. She got off his legs and headed for the bathroom. “I’m not sure, let me check.” She hadn’t bothered with condoms because she hadn’t come to Kuala Lumpur to have an affair, even if that was what her best friend had urged her to do. She’d actually run as far away from Boston as her legs could carry her. Far away from Christmas.
In the bathroom she searched through the medicine cabinet and felt a huge wave of relief when she found a pack of condoms. Hmm, what was her mother-in-law doing with a pack of condoms in here? On second thought, she didn’t even want to know. She peered at herself in the mirror and took stock.
Her neck was a bit longer than was usual but considering the year she’d gone through she was just grateful she even had a neck, so to speak. She still had nightmares about that night a year ago, which took her husband and left her hovering between life and death for several weeks. When she eventually became lucid enough to realize she wasn’t going to die, she’d wept until there was nothing left. She spent that Christmas at the Massachusetts General Hospital and the months afterward in therapy.
The thought of facing another Christmas had been too much for her and her mother-in-law had taken pity on her. Her lips curled in a slight smile when she thought about Glenda Stewart. Who would have thought that the woman who had made her life a living hell for the three months she’d been married to her son - and the year and a half they’d dated before then - would turn out to be her anchor after the accident, when her life had seemed to completely unravel at the seams.
Holding onto the edges of the sink, Angie took a deep calming breath. She didn’t want to think about the accident. She felt alive in a way she hadn’t in the last year and there was a man there with a raging hard-on waiting for her. She smirked. Who used the word ‘raging’ outside of a romance novel anyway?
Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her pale blonde hair then ran them over her body and felt a thrill rush through her when she encountered the taut tips on her chest. She was going to have this one night with the sexy Alex Farhadi and maybe hot sex with a stranger was just what she needed to forget the past year and move on with her life. Using her hands, she smoothed the folds of her dress, picked up the box of condoms and walked out.
Chapter Three
Angie led Alex to the master bedroom. They were barely inside before he caught hold of her hand and drew her to him in a hot, passionate kiss, using his body to press the door shut. Burying her hands in his curly hair, Angie gave herself up to the sensations swirling through her body as she pressed into him. Taking her hands out of his hair, she ran them over his broad shoulders, his back, then brought them up to his hair again.
Alex ran his hands along her spine and down to her backside, pressing her against his erection. He turned her around until she was leaning against the door and broke the kiss to nibble on her ear lobe, his hands going under her short sundress at the same time. His hands brushed softly against her bare skin and when they encountered the flesh behind, a shudder went through him. She was wearing a thong.
“Damn Angie, you are so damn sexy.” He whispered raggedly, running his hands slowly on her bottom.
Angie moaned and felt her knees give way beneath her when he pushed aside the thin scrap of silk that was her panties and slipped a finger inside her moist center. She held on to Alex as though she was drowning, and she did feel like she was drowning in an ocean of desire, waves of lust coursing through her. She angled her head and bit down hard on his neck. His moan sent rockets of desire shooting through her veins. This was unlike anything she’d ever experienced and she hadn’t been a virgin when she got married. But she had never felt the kind of desperation she felt when Alex slipped in a second finger into her. She moaned and cried out in frustration, she was so close.
Alex found the tiny nub inside and rubbed gently on it. Angie couldn’t hold back her cry, even if her life depended on it. She began to pant as she felt the waves cresting. “Alex,” she panted his name over and over. He slipped in a third finger, brought them out once and pushed them into her again. Suddenly the walls of her sex contracted, spasm after spasm hitting her as Angie climaxed.
Alex held her as she convulsed and pressed kisses on her face, her hair, her neck before taking her lips. “God, you’re like a livewire,” he teased, his voice warm with amusement.
Angie buried her face in his neck and groaned in embarrassment. “You do things to me,” she muttered.
He held her away from him so he could look into her eyes. “How long has it been?”
She darted her eyes away from the intensity in his. Was she ready for this? Then she sighed, the man had already brought her to two fantastic orgasms and she still had her clothes on. “It’s been a year,” she replied reluctantly.
She looked at him but his face showed no reaction to her words. “You haven’t been with anyone since you lost your husband.” He said quietly.
It wasn’t really a question but she nodded anyway. “I haven’t really wanted to be with anyone.”
He closed his eyes briefly while a rueful smile played around his lips. “Aw babe, you’ll give me a swollen head before we’re done.”
An answering smile tipped Angie’s lips upward. She reached down and cupped his erection through his cotton pants. “I thought you already had a swollen head.” She pressed the head of his erection and smirked when his eyes turned smoky. She placed her free hand on his chest and could feel the erratic pounding of his heart. It echoed hers. “Well, we need to do something about this.” She rubbed him gently but firmly.
Alex groaned and his hands moved up to her nape. He pulled her close, their lips almost touching. “You do intend to kill me, I can see.”
“Kiss me Alex,” she murmured, feeling the fire start in her once more.
They quickly got rid of their clothes and Angie couldn’
t get her eyes off Alex’s manhood. Michaelangelo’s David had nothing on him, she thought in wonder. Her lips suddenly felt parched and she brought out her tongue to lick them.
“What?”
“You are…” she waved her hands towards him then took a deep breath. “You are exceptionally well endowed.”
He choked on a laugh then walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her. “You are great for my ego.” He stepped back and stared at her then almost reverently reached out to cup her breast. “You are beautiful,” he said simply.
Angie stared into his eyes, into the fire burning in their depths. And they were burning for her, Angie Scot. She shook her head in wonder before taking the hand that was on her breast. At his confused look she smiled slightly. “This one’s for you.” She led him to the huge king sized bed and pushed him gently until he sat then she knelt between his open thighs.
Alex’s eyes flared when he realized what she was about to do, then they became hooded. “You don’t have to do this Angie,” he said gruffly.
She smiled a secret smile at him and ran the tip of her index finger over the length of his erection. “Oh, I know,” she said softly, gently giving the capped head a squeeze. She smiled to herself as he let out a groan filled with need. “But I’ll love seeing you lose control.”
***
Alex woke up hard, already half aroused as he lay still in the moonlight. He was alert and wide awake. Without looking at the time he knew it was two a.m. He woke up at that time every night. If he didn’t have a companion, he did some work. He rolled to his side and stared at the still form of the sleeping woman beside him. Angie Scot had blown away all his expectations and his misconceptions. She had loved like it was her last night on earth, holding nothing back. In the same way, she had demanded and taken from him all he had to give and he still hadn’t had enough. She had said she wanted him to lose control and he’d mentally scoffed. He never lost control. Boy was he wrong.
He could still feel the sensation of her lips when she’d taken him into her mouth. He’d almost lost it then. She’d used her tongue on him, nipping him gently with her teeth and he had been so close to climaxing. By the time she’d taken her mouth off him, he’d been blind and deaf to everything else except the need to have her. He had taken her roughly, pounding into her like a man possessed and she’d encouraged him, taking everything he gave and giving it back to him.
He shifted uncomfortably, knowing he was hard again. He was beginning to think he would never have enough of this woman and the thought disturbed him. He needed to get some space between them, get back to his apartment. But his hands seemed to have a different idea because they reached out and trailed over the delicate satin skin of Angie. She sighed and snuggled closer to him. He would go back to his apartment but he needed to taste her first.
He raised himself up, resting on one hand and watched her come awake. “Hey.”
Angie stared up at him, a blank look on her face. She blinked and her face flooded with color then she gave him a bright smile. “Hi.”
Alex ran his fingers through her hair and leaned down to kiss her thoroughly. They broke for air and his arms wrapped around her, drawing her closer as he settled comfortably on the bed. “What time is it?” she asked her voice husky from sleep and desire.
“It should be a few minutes past two a.m.”
She raised her head slightly to peer at him in the moonlight filled room. “How do you know?”
He shrugged then turned to the clock by her bedside. “There, it’s two seventeen. Happy now?” He teased.
She just shook her head and lay back on the crook of his arm. “So why are you up?”
“I’m usually up by this time, working.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m an architect.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
They were both silent for a while.
“Well?”
She turned to look at his profile. “Well what?”
“Won’t you tell me what you do?”
He felt her stiffen against him. “Nothing.”
He pulled back to look at her with curiosity. “What do you mean by nothing?”
She shrugged then tried to scoot away but he held fast. So she took a deep breath and shrugged again. “It means that I am unemployed right now and I don’t do a single thing. I am a lady of leisure.”
Alex wasn’t fooled by the light tone with which she said that, the woman in his hands was such a mystery and even after a passion filled night of sex, he was nowhere close to unraveling her. However he decided to let things be for now and instead asked a more pressing question. “How long are you in KL for?” he asked, using the nickname for Kuala Lumpur.
“As long as I want.”
He wasn’t satisfied. “What is the return date on your ticket.”
She was silent for a while before reluctantly replying, “January sixth.”
It was a couple of days before New Year’s Day now, so that meant they had just a little over a week. He suddenly forgot all the reasons why he needed to put space between them and instead began to plot how he could keep her as close as possible for the next eight days. “Will you spend the time with me?”
“Alex, I like you and all that and this night has been fantastic, but…” she trailed off.
He framed her face with both hands and looked intently into eyes made darker by the moonlight. “Please?”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and frowned then heaved a sigh. “Oh, alright. I’ll spend the time with…umf.” He swallowed the rest of her words with a kiss so sinful, her toes curled. The kiss soon became heated and Alex’s hands went to the delicate curve of her backside, urging her closer to him. Angie wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gasped into his mouth when the tips of her nipples became pressed against his rough chest. “Condom,” she reminded him with a gasp. After making sure he was sheathed, she pushed him and quickly climbed on top of him.
Hot and ready, she took his throbbing erection and gently lowered her dripping center onto it. She closed her eyes and moaned. The sensations were almost overwhelming. Sitting still, she let the waves wash over her before she opened her eyes and caught Alex’s gaze. Slowly, she began to move. She raised her body until his tip was hovering around the lips of her center then she slammed down on him.
“Shit!” Alex groaned, instinctively bucking as his hips lifted to meet her. He held on to her backside. She repeated the movement again and he gasped in pleasurable agony. He wanted to hurry her up, but this was her show and he decided to let her run it. Besides, he could see the urgency building in her and he wanted to watch her come.
He held her as she began a rocking motion, her sexy moans driving him wild. Finally, when he felt like he couldn’t take another moment of torture, her muscles tightened around his shaft. He raised his head up slightly to watch as her face twisted with passion. Bringing a hand to her breast, he pinched a nipple and watched her spiral out of control. She threw her head back, her neck exposed to the moonlight and screamed out his name as she climaxed. She was exquisite, the most beautiful woman he knew.
Just then the force of his own climax hit him. He shouted her name as he came.
Gathering Angie into his arms, Alex felt the tremors go through her body and a warm feeling he couldn’t identify rose up within him. As he felt his eyes drift downward with sleep he suddenly realized that the feeling was tenderness. In that moment, Alex knew he would have to be very careful with this American or he could get hurt. And he had no intention of letting that happen.
Chapter Four
It was New Year’s Day and Angie couldn’t believe how much had changed since Christmas Day. She’d spent that day holed up in her apartment, trying her damndest to forget everything that had to do with that celebration. She’d been holed up too when the New Year had broken, but the despondency had been noticeably absent, thanks in part to Alex.
She felt her face warm up as she thou
ght of Alex. They’d spent almost very moment together, making love. They’d done it in almost every room of the apartment and on almost every surface. Up against the wall in the shower, on the breakfast bar where they had shared that ice cream bowl, on the sofa in the living room. It was like they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Standing by the window in her bedroom, staring at the Petronas Twin Towers on the horizon, Angie was beginning to think she would never get enough of Alex. And that scared her beyond belief.
She wasn’t ready to trust another man after what Michael had put her through. She felt the bitterness rise as she thought back to those months after she left the hospital. She hadn’t just lost a husband like she’d thought. Over the next months as her fractured ribs and punctured kidney had mended, she’d come to the painful realization that she’d never had him. But what had hurt more wasn’t even Michael’s perfidy or the fact that she’d lost the man she’d been married to for all of three months. No, that wasn’t what had devastated her, sucking her will to live. Losing her husband had hurt her. Realizing he was never who she’d thought he was had shattered her trust. But waking up to find that the business she’d slaved away her life for was no more, that had been the total knock out. What a fool she’d been then.
Shaking her head in an attempt to dispel the memories, Angie headed for the kitchen, needing a cup of coffee. Alex had finally left that morning, saying he had to be at the office. She guessed he wanted to put some distance between them and she really didn’t blame him. She told herself that she was glad he’d gone. She needed some time alone also, to recoup and build the defenses around her heart. This was just a vacation fling and she wanted - needed - to keep it that way. She wasn’t going to fall for any man again. Not even the handsome Alex Farhadi.
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