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.And though this last temporary residence was out of this world, preparing to open my own door already feels like a weight lifted off my shoulders.At least I won’t be too far away from Alex, I note happily as we drive through the winding labyrinth of roads through Kensington; just another plus behind my smiling gaze.“You seem in high spirits.Happy to leave me?” Alex looks towards me with puppy dog baby-blues.Laughing at his display of disappointment, I smack his arm.“Don’t be silly.I’m just excited to have my own place.Why don’t you move in with me?”“Don’t tempt me”.He flashes one of those knock-my-socks-off sexy, domineering glances.Wow, this man makes me hot.I should feel sated from this morning’s sex-capades, yet with one simple look, he reduces me to a needy lust hound.“Well, home sweet home”, he says, effortlessly parking in an available spot in front of my flat.Smiling, I hop out and aimlessly stare up at my new home.Grabbing my suitcases from the car, Alex walks towards me.“I have the key”, he says, interrupting my admiring gaze.“They’re in my front pocket.I can’t very well get them with my hands full, so…”I smile at his sly grin.“Su-ure”, I reply cheekily.Sliding my fingers into the pocket of his jeans, I glide them around searchingly, a little more than necessary, swiping along his manhood.I smile in glee at his quick intake of breath at my purposeful search.Who’s the sly one now, Mr.Tate? - my inner actress commends me.“Jesus.Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He whispers, closing his eyes on a groan as I pull out the key.“The feeling is mutual, hot stuff.Perhaps we’ll have to rectify that later”, I reply, gesturing towards the instant bulge in his jeans.With a quick growl, he flashes his mischievous grin.I laugh, turning to make my way towards the entrance to my new home.Filled with anticipation, I unlock the door, pushing it open eagerly; my steps quickening as I stride inside.It’s as beautiful as I remember from my first visit.That crazy first visit.I admit that my less than attentive brain wasn’t able to truly take in the apartment’s appeal that day.In my newfound sense of focus, I head directly into the living room, aimlessly running my fingers along the plush grey sofa.Depositing my suitcases at the threshold, Alex approaches from behind, wrapping his arms gingerly around my waist.I place my hands atop his as they engulf the span of my stomach, leaning my head back against his chest, sighing in contentment.“I’m going to miss you”, he admits.“I’ve had you all to myself this past week.I’m not sure I’ll survive without you”.A happy smile crosses my face at his admission; I close my eyes in comfort.“I know what you mean.I feel the same way”, I confess, my earlier twinge of sadness returning at his reminder.Turning me to face him, he absently runs his hands up and down my arms.I look up into his serious gaze, searching his expression for an indication of what he’s thinking.I’m far from a sadist, however his moroseness lifts my spirits slightly at the thought that he’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss him.Again, it’s simply shocking that Alexander Tate is as into me as he is.“Want to have a sleepover?” I try to lighten our mood.“I thought you’d never ask”, he replies, a small smile daunting his face.I’m overjoyed that I was the one to put it there.“I have to get through four lonely nights in LA without you this week, I want nothing more than to have you all night long before I go”, he adds, his eyes laced with desire.Placing his hand at the nape of my neck, he tilts my head to take me in a sensual kiss.He took my breath away with his words, their casual sexy tone rolling off his tongue – the tongue now reawakening the heated quivers in my sex as I attack his glorious pecs through his shirt.Halting my massaging fingers, he grips them at his chest as he pulls his lips from mine.He closes his eyes on a deep breath, opening them in resigned mischief above a sexy grin.“Four nights in one, Miss Ryan, let’s get you settled and energized”.Releasing me, he continues in oblivion to the state of mush he just left me in.“The fridge is stocked.I asked Amira to arrange it before she left.So, that means you’re cooking, sweetheart”, he states, smacking my butt lightly as he makes his way to retrieve my bags.Laughing at his playfulness, I attempt to regain the strength in my weakened knees before following him up the stairs.I make my way towards the refrigerator to scope out our lunch possibilities while he takes my bags to the bedroom.He wasn’t kidding when he said the fridge was stocked.“Whoa, Alex! How much food did you ask Amira to buy? I’m just one person you know”, I yell so that he can hear me.Joining me in the kitchen, I look at him over my shoulder as I hold the double doors open, “I mean, really, I’ll never eat this much food”.“Well, you won’t have to.I plan on being here enough that you can feed both of us”, he drawls, dawning his boyish megawatt smile.Laughing, I close the doors and turn to lean my back against the stainless steel, catching a glimpse of the island.I’m instantly laced with desire at the sudden flashback of that teasing text, filled with sexual insinuation of its ‘aptness’ - care of Stacey.I wanted to kill her that day.Today, however, I feel nothing but gratitude.Gratitude and heated fervor at the entire notion.Having followed my tempestuous gaze, Alex and I stare at the woodblock-covered structure as if sharing the same memory.His beautiful lips curl up into a smirk as he looks down at me with his striking blue eyes.God, those LIPS.What I want to do with them.I unconsciously bite down on my own, spellbound in the sudden tingles coursing through me.I’m lost between those perfect fuck-me lips and sexy-as-shit eyes.It’s sinful what this man can do to me from across a room with just a look, no words required.Like a doll on a string, I’m at his side in an instant, staring up into those insatiable baby-blues.Placing myself between him and the island, I teasingly run the palm of my hand over the surface as if to suggest the questioning of its suitability for what our shared memory entails.“I was thinking…” I mutter in my mindless hand-slide.“Before we decide what we should cook for lunch, I imagine we should thoroughly inspect the kitchen’s capabilities.I wouldn’t want to spoil a respectable meal because I was unsure if the kitchen comes up to scratch”.I look impishly into his eyes.“No, we wouldn’t want that”, he adds, simpering at my clear innuendo.“It would be highly irresponsible of us”, I quip, provoking him as I lean forward over the top, my breasts coming in contact with its hard, cold surface.“I conquer with your avid assessment, Ms.Ryan, and I do believe I’m up for the task”.He pulls my hand off the counter to glide it along his hardened erection.With gentle force, he tugs me to face him; his firm hands gripping my hips as he leans down to tease my neck with his luscious kisses.Breathless, I angle my head to give him better access [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]