Reunited

by Jodi Kae

  Chapter Four

  Chance:

  *a possibility of something happening. *the probability of something desirable happening. *an opportunity to do or achieve something. *the occurrence of events in the absence of any obvious intention or cause.

  ~Savage~

  Oh my God! She said yes. I’m not sure if it was to the take her home question or the hotel, but since the hotel was mentioned last, I’m sticking with that one. It only takes a short walk and five minutes to secure a suite right off the boardwalk. She is shifting her feet back and forth nervously, so I squeeze her hand to reassure her as she casts a little smile my way. I have been so wrapped up in trying to lock down my prize that I failed to notice the apprehension that has settled on her delicate features. I knew at first sight that she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but her eyes stand out due to the color alone. Not only is amber a rare color, but even more so for a natural blonde. Her lips are lush and still a dark pink color even with no lipstick on them. She blushes and her cheeks glow, not even needing enhancement. Her skin is flawless and sun-kissed and feels like silk. My eyes break away from their perusal when the elevator door dings so I pull her inside and push the fourth-floor button. The ride up is silent and I’m afraid to say anything for fear I will spook her, causing her to run. The ding sounds again and we step off onto the top floor to move to our door.

  It takes me three tries to get the damn key to work, but once inside she stares around in awe. The only nice room left was the honeymoon suite, and it is worth every penny just to see the look on her face. There is a king size bed against one side of the room and a wall of windows on the other. The view right now is the moon and its reflection on the ocean as it casts a sensual glow to the room. An actual hot tub is placed by the window and is shaped like a heart, which I think is a little cheesy, but I hope to spend time in there with her anyway. Just thinking of her slippery and wet, sliding all over my body has my brain malfunctioning. I don’t want to scare her so if she is not ready or just feels like talking all night, I’m okay with that too.

  “Hey, Beautiful, do you want to talk for a little while?” She shakes her head no and moves toward the bed while stripping off the red sundress she purchased today from a beach vendor. She turns to face me then pulls the strings at the back of her top. The tiny, barely there, triangles fall away. I stand rooted to my spot as if my feet are in concrete shoes. If I were tossed into the Hudson with this as my last vision, I would die a happy man. Next, comes the tiny bottoms that didn’t cover much, but what it reveals has me swallowing my tongue.

  Her hands are shaking and she looks as though she will pass out, so I move forward to hold her steady. She sits down before I reach her but her hands stretch out to help me with my pants. I tear off my shirt and peel the rest of my clothes down my legs. Her eyes go wide and she swallows hard, causing a groan to erupt from my chest. She slowly lays back and slides her body to the middle as I crawl over her to straddle her legs. I am perfectly fine to take this slow and worship her body the way she deserves, but as I work my lips from hers to her ear and then her collarbone, she begins to beg changing my plan.

  “Oh...oh...oh........please...oh! I can’t wait...please.”

  ‘What’s the hurry, Beautiful?” Her gaze locks to mine and the sincerity I see there causes me to expel all the air from my lungs.

  “I have waited my whole life for you. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

  Hearing that causes me to suck all the air back in. Okay, new plan; take Livvy to heaven as soon as possible.

  ~Livvy~

  Who is this woman that I’ve become? Who am I to strip completely naked and stand before the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on? Where did I gather the courage to help this sex God strip down. Who is Livvy? How did she get here? Do I care? No.

  No one ever told me it could be like this. Hell, no one even talked to me about sex for fear of the wrath of my mother. I didn’t know my body could feel like this. What is he doing to me? How could I be so naïve? I feel as though I have been waiting for him all my life. It’s almost like my body recognized its mate and refused to come alive before now. Now I am begging him to take me, but he seems content to play and tease.

  “Livvy...Eyes on me.

  Holy shit! How is that the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard? I peel my eyes away from where his body rubs against mine and I lose my train of thought. He picks up on the fact that I have tensed up and stops moving with a concerned look etched on his beautiful face.

  “Hey, Beautiful Girl...”

  His next words seem stuck in his throat. How many men could be this close and still be this patient in giving me a choice?

  “Do you want to wait? We don’t have to do this tonight.”

  Not tonight? When then? I’m leaving tomorrow. What if he walks away and I never experience this with the perfect man. I shake my head fast and that seems to be the cue he is waiting for. As he leans forward again, I clench my eyes shut and hold my breath waiting for the inevitable.

  “Livvy, open your eyes and look at me.”

  Prying my eyes open is harder than I thought it would be. Will he stop if I don’t? I don’t want him to stop so I look deep into his eyes hoping he will see the sincerity there and take me.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  He looks shocked but not angry. Will he think I tricked him into divesting me of my virginity? He still hasn’t moved and I still haven’t said anything.

  “Livvy. I can’t hold back much longer; I just need to know how gentle to be the first time.”

  The first time, as in there will be more times? Does that mean I can enjoy him until tomorrow? He doesn’t plan to run away, right away? “I am, but I don’t want to be, anymore,” I whisper, but he hears me and begins to lower his face to mine. He presses our foreheads together and whispers,

  “Thank you for this gift, Beautiful Girl.”

  It seems like hours later I am boneless. I am tingly all over but not quite sure if that sensation is supposed to happen. Is this really what I’ve been missing?

  “Oh my God! My beautiful Livvy; you know I’m not letting you go, right?”

  I’m not sure if that is a declaration made out of euphoria or truth, but I know I would say just about anything to do that again myself.

  Chapter Five

  Perfection:

  *the state or quality of being perfect. *a person or thing considered to be perfect. *the action or process of improving something until it is faultless.

  ~Savage~

  I have found the perfect woman and I’m keeping her. She gave me the one thing she had saved for someone special and I am honored. I will cherish this gift for the rest of our lives. I know she’s young, but I will help her get through school if that’s what she wants. Hell, if she wants to be a stay at home mom, I will be happy praticing daily to make that happen. I can’t explain what happened between seeing her on the beach and this very moment, but I can truly say I believe in love at first sight now. She is spooned to my side breathing slow, even and quiet. I wonder when it will be okay to wake her up so I can take her again. I am still ready and have been since I cleaned her up. She was a little reluctant to let me touch her between her legs with a washcloth. Which is funny considering what we just shared, but I gently gripped her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. While kissing her softly, I slid my hand down and washed her gently causing her to rock into my touch. I wanted to take her again right then, but she needed to sleep and prepare for round two and three, maybe four. We have a few more hours until the sun comes up.

  At three a.m. she starts moaning and moving her hips. There is no way I’m going to pass this up. I glance up to see that she is still asleep and hopefully dreaming of me. I take my time kissing every inch of her delectable body until her eyes fly open in shock with a pleasurable scream.

  ~Livvy~

  I have never had a sex dream before so I didn’t know they could feel so real. Alexander has take
n my virginity and now proceeds to kiss away any pain I may still feel. A sharp sensation jerks me awake and my eyes fly open to see that my erotic dream has turned into my reality. “I want a turn.” He goes completely still as if warring with himself over a life or death decision.

  “Good God, Beautiful, where did you come from? I don’t want to scare you, but you will get a surprise you are not ready for.”

  “I want it. Please! I want to try everything so I don’t forget what it’s like.”

  “Holy shit! I’m never going to be able to deny you when you beg so pretty.”

  His head sags on his shoulders as if about to endure torture, but I can tell he has decided to let me try. He leans off the side of the bed and comes up holding my bikini top, then lies down on his back. He hands me my top and grabs onto the headboard ironwork.

  “Beautiful Girl, you are going to have to secure my hands or I will take control and give you more than you bargained for.”

  I am pretty sure that if I wasn’t in love with this man already, I just fell. He is controlling and aggressive and has been holding back for me to make sure I feel safe. Even if he walks away from me now, I will never feel the same way toward anyone ever again.

  I tie his hands with my top using a cute little bow and laugh to myself at how funny it looks next to his masculine hands. He is stretched out in the middle of the bed, causing every muscle and vein to stand out in stark definition. I reach out to explore my prince charming

  ~Savage~

  “Good hell, Beautiful, I’m so sorry.” With the first touch I jerk, causing my hips to buck up and my arms to tense, breaking the ties on her top that are supposed to hold me still. I grip the headboard and hold on for dear life. She doesn’t hesitate in her exploration.

  It’s now 4:00 a.m. so I roll her gently to her side and slide off the bed. Grabbing her hands, I pull her into the shower with me where I show her a new position we will enjoy often. I have taken a woman without protection and I realize that I was saving that sensation for this woman. I don’t think I will ever be able to wear protection again and it won’t be necessary with her. Pulling her boneless body from the shower, I carry her to bed and dry her thoroughly before tucking her into bed, naked. I don’t want anything in between us, so I slide in and wrap my body around hers. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I drift off to sleep with the woman of my dreams snuggled into my body.

  What the hell is that buzzing noise? Slowly untangling my body from Livvy, I slide off the bed and fish through my pants to get to my cell phone. Shit! Tag. I forgot we had plans to go boating this morning. Grabbing my clothes, I move into the bathroom and get dressed.

  “Hey, Tag. Sorry, I just woke up.”

  “It’s 8:00 a.m., Dude. What the hell happened to you last night? I only played one round of pool, found me some arm candy, and came back to the booth to join you, only to find you missing. Did you end up at her place last night?”

  “Sorry man, the club was too noisy and crowded, so we bailed. She didn’t offer to go to her place so we went to a hotel.”

  “Shit, Dude, you got a live one and all I got was a hand job under the table. You suck. Or did she?”

  “Hey, Tag. Don’t talk about her that way, okay. I’m pretty sure she’s the one I’ve been waiting for.”

  “Holy shit, Dude. Sorry, no problem. Do you want to bring her boating today?”

  “Ya, I’ll ask her, but no comments from you today if she comes with me. I’m going to grab her some coffee and breakfast and wake her the proper way. I’ll call you in an hour and let you know.”

  I sneak out of the room, so I don’t wake her before heading down to the hotel restaurant. The place is crowded, and there is a line waiting to get in. I move past the people to ask the hostess for a take out order, and she blushes and nods her head quickly.

  “The kitchen is a little behind, but I will ask them to hurry for you.”

  I order a thermos of coffee and two omelets with hash browns then sit down to wait. It still takes forty-five minutes, and I hope I still get to wake Livvy with breakfast in bed.

  Chapter Six

  Enigma:

  *a person or thing that is mysterious or difficult to understand.

  ~Livvy~

  The soft click of the door wakes me up. That is one particular sound that is familiar to me. My paranoid mother would check on me at all hours of the night to make sure I didn’t sneak out or have someone sneak in. She would try to be quiet, but that telling click always woke me up. I used to laugh to myself that she didn’t seem to know me that well as she snuck in and out, but now my heart sinks that Alexander just snuck out.

  I will wait fifteen minutes, but if he doesn’t return I will go to my hotel and gather my things to fly home at noon. Facing John after last night will be weird, even though he did dump me first. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he will have already left. I think I’ll still have to see him on the plane. Hopefully, I can get a seat change.

  While waiting and praying for his return, I decide to clean up and make the bed. Daydreaming of strong, calloused hands caressing my body has me growing warm. I glance at my phone and fifteen minutes have already passed. How much humiliation can I take? I would probably sit here all day if I thought he might return, then sink further into despair when he doesn’t. I am dressed in my sundress and swimsuit bottoms, holding my broken top as I walk out the door. Is this what the walk of shame feels like? I don’t regret what we did together, but I wish he had cared enough to wake me before he left. The elevator ride is long and as I step out, the smell of food assails me. Looking to my left, I see a small line gathered to get into the restaurant, so I walk the other way out the side door. I will eat later if my appetite ever returns. I have to gather my things from the hotel I shared with John and find a way to the airport.

  ~Savage~

  I am fuming as I make my way to the room. She is probably awake and my surprise breakfast will not be as impressive. I slide in the key and walk into an empty room. The bed is made, and the bathroom door is open, showing me I’m here alone. “What the hell!” I set the tray on the bistro style table and check the bathroom just to make sure. “Livvy. Where are you?” My heart sinks, knowing I will not get an answer, but my brain has still not registered that she has left. I search every surface for a note but find nothing. Maybe she thinks I’m the one who left. Goddammit! I didn’t even get her last name, where she lives, where she works or goes to school. I was so caught up in being with her that everything else that comes with normal dating protocol went out the window. I told her I wasn’t letting her go so she shouldn’t think I would just take her virginity and leave. “SHIT!” What if she does?

  Storming out of the room, I make my way to the stairs. I don’t have the patience to wait for the elevator and I need to work off some steam. At the check-in counter, I turn over my keys to a perky little brunette. “Did a blonde woman leave a message for me?” Inside I cross my fingers that this is just a misunderstanding and maybe she left me a message.

  “Sorry no, but she would have to be stupid to let you get away.”

  Her flirting is cute, but I have no interest in anyone except for Livvy. I must have a grief-stricken look on my face for her to assume someone left me. Dammit, Livvy, where are you? I thank the girl and walk out into the morning sun. I can’t help but glance around hoping to see her, but nothing. What the hell went wrong? I can’t be the only one who felt the connection, could I? She was a virgin for hell sakes. Why would she just leave after such intimacy with a man for the first time? I call Tag; maybe boating will take my mind off the rejection.

  ~Livvy~

  I walk into the hotel I stayed at with John, with Alexander still on my mind. After everything that happened and the words he said during and after making love to me, it’s still hard to believe that he left. I wonder if John will know that I gave my virginity to a perfect stranger. Can people tell those things just by looking at you? Shit! I hope not or John and my mother will kill me.

  I
put my key into our door, but it doesn’t open so I try several more times. I knock but no one comes to open it, so I go back down to the front desk. The girl at the counter smiles and whispers to the other check-in girl and they laugh. I’ve only seen them a couple of times since we arrived four days ago and they have always ogled John, but I didn’t care. “I’m sorry, my key isn’t working. Could I get another one?”

  “I’m sorry, you have already been checked out.”

  “Oh...I didn’t get my things out of there yet. Could I go up and get them?”

  “Your EX boyfriend brought them down and told us to tell you that he put them in the trash out back.”

  The girl just smirks at me and points to a hallway that leads to the trash. This is just great. Now I know what my hesitation about John was. Along with his threats, his mean text and now this, he is definitely someone I wouldn’t waste any more of my time on. As I walk away, the first girl starts talking about how good John was in bed last night and she is looking forward to a repeat the next time he is in town. I was solidified in my decision about John before last night but her comments just erased any residual guilt I may have felt.

  I find my suitcase by the trashcan and make my way to the street to find a cab. Arriving at the airport an hour and a half early for my flight affords me the time to change out of my sundress and put on a bra. Back into my normal clothes, I hold my head high and continue to my gate.