Heart & Soul: The Surprise (Heartland Series)

by Priest, Nicola C.

  Gazing into his eyes, they flicked down to glance at his lips. They were slightly parted and his breath was leaving him in short sharp bursts. He was struggling just as much as she was and he wasn't even trying to hide it. When his hand turned again so his palm cradled her face, she tilted her head at the contact, loving how his touch made her feel. Such a simple action, yet it felt so intimate.

  Lifting her hands, she placed them where she wanted them. Her intention had been to push him away but she gasped as she flattened her palms against his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt. She knew he had a physique to die for, she'd seen pictures all over the Internet from his modelling days and the few times he'd gone topless in his movies. Chiselled to perfection would be an understatement to describe how he'd looked in those shots. Now she had the real thing in front of her and despite his shirt, she could feel the heat between them as it slowly began to consume her.

  ~ 2 ~

  Alistair loved how easily she responded to his touch. He also liked that she didn't appear to be trying to hide it anymore. When her hands slowly moved up to rest against his chest, his breath caught. The only thing that would make it better would be if his damn shirt wasn't in the way. He knew that having her against him, skin on skin, would be like nothing he'd ever experienced before. This was the direction in which they were headed and he couldn’t wait to get there.

  As her fingers flexed in the material of his shirt, he let his hand leave her face. Alistair saw a flash of something in her eyes, disappointment maybe? Now that he'd felt her soft skin against his, he couldn't stay away as he settled his hands at her waist, moving closer still until her hands were trapped between them. Alistair looked down into her eyes as he rocked his hips into hers, seeing them darken even more as her lips parted on a gasp. He knew she could feel how hard he was. She’d done that to him and the look in her eyes told him that she loved the thought of it. She was seeing the same thing in his eyes as he saw in hers. Desire. Pure, unadulterated desire.

  Taking a breath, Alistair lowered his head, his lips softly skimming across her neck. He heard her sharp intake of breath and felt the tremble throughout her body as her hands moved to rest on his upper arms. He edged his body even closer and pressed her firmly against the elevator wall, inhaling deeply as her scent filled his senses.

  "You smell fucking amazing Samantha." Alistair said as he peppered her neck with wet kisses. "You taste so sweet. I want to take you right here." He heard her whimper as her head fell to the side, giving him better access to her slender neck. "You like the sound of that Sam? You like the idea of me fucking you in this elevator where anyone could find us?" He felt her grip on his arms tighten as her breathing quickened. "Do you Samantha?" He heard her mumble what sounded like a yes as he nipped at her earlobe, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. “Tell me baby. Do you want my hard cock deep inside you?”

  “Oh God Alistair.” Samantha panted, “I shouldn’t but I do.”

  “Not good enough baby. Tell me what you want.”

  He didn’t know why he needed her to say it, but he did. Knowing she wanted him wasn’t enough, he needed to hear her verbalise her desire for him; needed her to tell him that she wanted him buried deep inside of her warmth.

  “I want you inside me Alistair.”

  Alistair heard her sigh rather than say the words and he smiled against her soft skin, his hands holding her waist tightly, preventing her from moving from his grasp. As his lips continued working their magic on her neck, his thumbs slipped between the buttons of her shirt to softly caress her stomach. He felt her muscles twitch in reaction to his touch and her whole body shook with an intensity he found amazing.

  Nudging the collar of her shirt out of the way with his nose, he kissed along her collarbone, hesitating only slightly as he moved lower. Flicking out his tongue, he lapped at her skin, slowly moving it along the slight swell of her breast before dipping down into the shadowy cleft of her cleavage.

  Sam was moving restlessly against him, her breathing leaving her in short sharp puffs. He bit back a groan as her movements caused her body to rub against his straining erection. He couldn't recall a time when he'd wanted someone as much as he wanted her. She made him as hard as granite. She was almost panting and he hadn't even kissed her properly yet.

  Continuing his onslaught, he moved his hands until they were fully resting against her skin, pushing her shirt up until his hands came to rest along her ribcage. His thumbs made circular movements around her belly button, feeling the small metal piercing that sat there. He shivered as her warm breath hit his neck when she released a long sigh. He felt her body fully relax into his touch and he knew in that moment that she was his.

  oOo

  Oh. My. God. What was she doing? Somewhere inside her head she could hear alarm bells blaring but listening to them was the furthest thing from her mind. As Alistair's lips worked their way along her neck, his hands drew lazy circles on her stomach. She jumped slightly when his finger flicked across her belly bar, something she'd gotten at sixteen as an act of rebellion. Her heart was pounding out of control and she swore she could hear the blood pumping through her veins as she fought to regain some of the control she'd lost since he'd placed his lips on her.

  As if of it's own volition, her head turned when his hand gently nudged her face so that he could run his lips from her earlobe to the corner of her mouth. He hadn't kissed her yet and she realised that she had never wanted anything so much in her life. In that moment, it was all she could think about, that and the desires he'd expressed to her earlier only fuelled her already rampant libido.

  Her hands snaked up from his arms to wrap around his neck. Sam heard a growl escape his lips as she did what she’d wanted to do since she'd first set eyes on him. Slowly, she ran her fingers through his hair. Clenching her hands into fists, she held the dark mane tightly, pulling his head closer as he began to suckle just behind her ear.

  What was he doing to her?

  Sam tried her hardest to remain upright, but she knew if he was to just walk away now, she would collapse into a simpering mess on the elevator floor. She let her eyes flutter closed as he felt him begin to nibble along her skin only to return and soothe the area with his tongue. As Alistair continued his ministrations, she slowly slid her hands down back to his chest, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. He had to release his hold on her to remove the garment, but they were back on her before it hit the floor, running up and down her arms through her shirt. Suddenly her favourite shirt became nothing more than a hindrance as she yearned to feel his skin against hers.

  She loved the feel of his strong chest under her palms and before Sam knew what was happening her fingers were working on the buttons of his shirt, her breath catching at each newly exposed piece of skin that was revealed to her eager eyes. Reaching his waist, she tugged the material from his pants in one quick motion, freeing the final button. Looking up, her eyes locked with his and she froze momentarily, trying to decipher the look he was giving her. It was so intense it almost took her breath away.

  Tentatively, she pressed her hands to his bare chest, smiling to herself as he closed his eyes, his hands tightening on her waist. She could have sworn he was shaking as she slid her hands upwards. Her palms skimmed across his nipples and she revelled in the groan that passed his lips as a shudder shook his body. Within moments, his shirt joined his jacket on the floor and Sam openly stared at his body.

  Holy fuck the man was sexy.

  His golden skin was silky smooth, just the way she liked it. Her hands that rested on his shoulders moved down and slowly caressed his pectorals. Her eyes impatiently moved lower to his well defined abs. Sam flicked her tongue out and ran it along her lips as she eyed the three rows of muscle. She was practically salivating with the desire to run her tongue along each and every ridge.

  His eyes were hooded as she returned her gaze to his. Giving him a small smile, Sam lowered her head and pressed her lips to his bare skin as her nails scraped acro
ss his nipples.

  “Fuck Sam.”

  Alistair’s reaction almost knocked her off her feet as he lifted her head and took her mouth in a searing kiss. This was what she wanted, what she needed from him in that moment. She moaned into the kiss as he expertly worked her lips, sliding his tongue across the seam, encouraging her to open to him, something she did with no hesitation.

  Their tongues fought a fierce duel as they devoured one another. When Alistair released her lips on a growl, Sam allowed her head to fall forward, bringing her mouth in contact with Alistair’s shirt-free torso. As she peppered kisses across his collarbone, she could feel the vibrations in his chest and felt his hands tighten around her. Spurred on by his reaction, she made her way back to his neck and rose onto her tiptoes as she nibbled where she felt his racing pulse.

  oOo

  His reaction was swift and immediate as he grabbed her beneath her thighs and hoisted her against him, forcing her to wrap her legs around his hips as he crushed his lips to hers. No longer able to restrain his desires, Alistair pushed his tongue past her parted lips to taste her completely. His tongue explored every crevice of her mouth as his one hand gripped her waist, the other running along her thigh. He growled into the kiss as she tightened her grip on him with her legs, sliding her warmth against his erection, the friction sending what little blood he had left in his brain right to his crotch.

  Hesitating only slightly, his fingers made quick work of the buttons of her shirt and he parted the red material, revealing her body to his gaze. He breathed deeply as he took in every aspect of her torso. The soft swell of her full breasts, not hidden by black lace, was just begging to be touched. Trailing a finger along the lacy edge of her bra, he smiled as her head fell back as she let out a strangled groan, her body shuddering as she clung to him.

  "So fucking beautiful." He spoke as he took in her creamy skin, his hand gently kneading her breast, pinching the erect nipple as her back arched into him

  "Yes Alistair." Sam hissed as her eyes closed and her lips parted.

  Alistair gave in to the urge to feel her body against his as he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her chest flush against his. The feel of her bare skin on his was almost his undoing as he fought to regain some control of a situation he knew was getting quickly out of control. No matter how much he wanted to take her right now, he couldn't. As she kissed his neck and he felt her hands exploring his body, stopping was the farthest thing from his mind.

  Taking her face in his hands, he pressed his lips to hers again as her arms locked around his neck to pull him closer, their bodies almost as one as he struggled to make out when he ended and she began. It was the urgent need for oxygen that made it necessary for them to stop and Alistair rested his forehead against hers, fighting to regain the control that he had almost lost completely.

  When his breathing had evened out, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes, pleased at the gorgeous picture that greeted him. There was a rosy glow to her cheeks and a definite twinkle in her eyes. She didn’t appear to be in a hurry to move, seeming content to stay there in his arms, at least for a few more moments.

  "I want to fuck you so bad Samantha. I want to strip you naked, bend you over and ram my hard cock into you until you scream and everyone in town knows my fucking name."

  Her eyes began to darken again as she tightened her hold on his neck and lifted her lower body, rubbing her core against his hard length that was just aching for release. She wanted this as much as he did, of that at he had no doubt, but not here, not now.

  "Is everything okay in there?"

  Alistair looked at Sam and then up towards the top of the elevator as the disembodied voice continued talking. It took him a few moments to realise that the voice was coming from the console on the wall. Noticing the 'stop' button was still illuminated, he turned back to Sam and grinned. His smile caused one to break out across her face and they both started laughing, her head falling forward onto his shoulder.

  "We should answer him before he overrides it. I don't think seeing us like this would be good for your reputation."

  Could she get any sweeter? If anyone did manage to open the doors on them in their current position, the only part of him they’d see was his back. She would have a lot more on show. Added to the fact that she worked in the building, he suspected those that didn't already know who she was would do by the time the gossip mill stopped running. It was Sam who would be affected the most yet here she was worried about how it would make him look.

  Moving his head back to look at her more clearly, he took in her flushed cheeks, swollen lips and disheveled shirt. Fuck if he'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

  "Fuck my reputation.” He caught her flinch at his harsh tone and he decided he didn’t want to be the one to bring about that kind of reaction in her. Sliding his hands down her back, he cupped her backside in his hands and squeezed. “You look thoroughly kissed Miss Westfield. Next time we’re alone, I'll ensure you're thoroughly fucked too." Feeling the shiver that wracked her body, he leaned in a placed a swift kiss on the tip of her nose. Stepping back so she could lower her legs, he kept hold of her until she was firmly on the floor and then walked to the console. "We're fine. Thank you."

  Alistair spoke into the intercom but kept his eyes fixed on Sam as she fastened up her shirt, giving him a shy smile as she did so.

  "You sure Mr Lockwood? You've been in there quite some time."

  “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” Alistair said as he punched the stop button again and the elevator continued its ascent.

  oOo

  Sam leaned back against the elevator wall as she finished buttoning up her shirt, trying her hardest not to look at Alistair as he bent at the waist to retrieve his shirt. She sucked in a breath as the material of his pants stretched across his firm backside. The man had a mighty fine ass and she was starting to think there wasn't a single part of him that she wouldn't find attractive.

  As her thoughts headed straight to the gutter yet again, she pulled them back with a slight frown. She couldn't believe what she'd just let happen. She never did that sort of thing with guys, she wasn't that kind of girl. Laughing to herself, she smiled and shook her head. Who was she kidding? Straightening her shirt, Sam lifted her eyes to see Alistair watching her, an amused smile on his a face.

  "Dare I ask what that smile is for?" He asked as his fingers paused on the small shirt buttons.

  Sam breathed in deeply as she realised she could still see the hard muscles of his abdomen. Her body started to fire up again and she forced her eyes upwards to his, hoping to douse the flames inside her.

  It didn't work.

  The man was so beautiful that she believed no matter what part of him she looked at, her reaction to him would be just as strong. Words failed her as she took him in, the smile still on her lips. She wanted to be angry with herself for letting things between them go so far. A kiss was one thing, but they'd practically been going at it right there in the elevator. Only a handful of sentences had been said between them, yet she hadn't been able to pull away when he touched her. There was something so sensual about his touch, and the way he looked at her made her feel like there was no one else in the world apart from them.

  All she could do was watch him as his fingers continued fastening his shirt buttons, his long fingers easily working them through their corresponding holes. A sudden image of Alistair fingers on her most intimate area shot into her mind and her blood began to heat all over again. What was wrong with her? How could someone buttoning up a shirt turn her on?

  She breathed a deep sigh of relief as the elevator doors opened just as Alistair was fixing his jacket. Thank god they both looked presentable. The last thing they needed was for everyone to know what had happened between them. Granted her reputation would shoot upwards by a gazillion points, but she found that didn't matter to her. If it got out, she had no doubt Alistair would be inundated with requests from the press and other media outlet
s wanting an exclusive about his elevator escapade.

  Taking a step forward, Sam peered out into the hallway, seeing it was empty.

  "Looks like it's all clear." Sam said in a hushed voice, jumping when she felt hot breath on her neck. Turning her head, she saw Alistair standing right next to her, leaning over to see into the hallway.

  "Why are we whispering?" He asked, looking deadly serious before a smile broke out on his face.

  He was so close, his breath skimming across her skin. Looking down, she saw his lips were slightly parted and all she could think about was feeling those lips on her, just like they had been only minutes ago. Shaking her head at him, Sam stepped out into the hallway and turned to face Alistair. A confused expression crossed her face when she saw he too had stepped out and the elevator doors had shut.

  "Aren't you headed up to the penthouse?" Sam asked, assuming that was the reason he was there.

  "What gave you that idea?" Alistair replied, a quizzical look on his face.