Aiden is sitting on the couch and his expression says it all. His eyes seem to get a fire in them. Whatever he was doing on the phone stops immediately. He smiles and his dimple deepens. “You look absolutely beautiful, Alexis.”
I give him a shy smile. He stands and holds his hand out to me.
“Shall we go?” he asks.
I nod once and look down, trying to hide the fact that I am blushing. We walk out to the car hand in hand. Ever the gentlemen, he opens the car door for me. The way he moves around the car looks like he’s gliding through the air. As we drive off, I wonder if this is what it’s like to be in a relationship with someone like him.
Taking my hand, he brings it up to his lips and gently kisses it. “Sei bellissima, Alexis.” He smiles and shakes his head slightly while his eyes wander all over my face. It’s funny, but if I didn’t know better I would say that I affect him as much as he affects me. “You like Italian food, si?”
“Y-y-yes, I do.”
“Good. Tonight we go to one of my favorite restaurants, Marea.”
When we walk in, the hostess looks at Aiden and gets all flushed. Her red ruby lips twist into such a big smile. “Good evening, Mr. Steffan.” She looks over at me, then back at him. “Your usual table is ready.” She escorts us to a private dining room. “Your server will be with you shortly. Would you like a drink in the meantime, sir?”
Without hesitating, he answers. “Yes, bring us a bottle of Amarone, please,”
I raise an eyebrow in a questioning manner. “Your usual table, huh? Do you bring all your dates here?”
“Alexis, I come here a lot, not always on a date, sometimes for business meetings. If you feel uncomfortable, we can go somewhere else.”
“No, this is fine.” I try to make myself relax, but this man makes my insides get all knotted up.
He takes my hand in his, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. “You look very beautiful tonight. You have taken my breath away.”
Our waiter comes in and without taking his eyes off me, Aiden says, “We would like two plates of the Pansotti.”
I’m secretly grateful he ordered for us. I wouldn’t know what to order.
“Did you like the flowers I sent you?”
My face feels hot. “Yes, they were very beautiful.” I look down.
“And the note? What did you think of the note?”
My eyes fly up to meet his. I stare at him for a second. “I’m not sure how I should answer that, Aiden. You barely know me. We just met. How can you say those things, unless you say them to all the women you meet?
Suddenly he looks angry, tense. His jaw tightens. “I don’t say things I don’t mean, and no, I do not say that to all the women I meet. You are different. I know you feel it too. I can see it in the way you act and react toward me. You have started a fire in me, and only you can put it out.”
I look into blue eyes that are ablaze. I have to clear my throat before I even try to speak again, so that I will not choke. “What does that even mean, Aiden?” His stare burns through me. It’s as if he is undressing me with his eyes.
He stands, walks over, and moves behind me, bending down so his lips touch my ear. Gently, he puts his hands on my shoulders and kisses my ear, then softly bites down on the lobe.
In a deep and husky voice, he says, “The fire will be put out when I am buried deep inside of you, my beautiful Alexis.” He pulls my hair back behind my shoulder and kisses my neck.
A shiver runs down my back. I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again, I am in trouble here. I turn and look him straight in the eyes and try to sound as if I am in control of my emotions.
“What makes you think I will sleep with you, Aiden?”
He gives me a smile with such confidence. “Oh, trust me, we won’t be sleeping.”
The waiter brings our food. It looks so good, but I’m not sure I can eat I’m so nervous. At first I just move the food around with the fork, but eventually I take a bite. The meal is delicious, and I am hungry.
“I am not just another girl you can take to bed,” I say.
“Alexis, as I have said, you are different. I always get what I want and I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you, all of you.”
The sensation running through my entire body tells me that I want him as much as he wants me.
We finish our dinner and he pays the bill without even looking at it. He takes my arm as we get up to leave, then releases it and puts his hand on the small of my back. As we’re walking out of the restaurant, I see all the women stop and stare. They smile at him, but he keeps his eyes on me—only me. I secretly smile and say under my breath, Yes, ladies, he is with me. Eat your hearts out.
***
When we get in the car, he asks, “What time do you have to be at work in the morning?”
“Tomorrow is Saturday. I don’t work on Saturdays. Why do you ask?”
“I intend to put this fire out tonight. You are coming to my apartment. I will have you in my bed tonight.”
“I don’t have any clothes with me. And what makes you think I will go to bed with you?” Was this your intention all along? Are you saying everything you think I want to hear just so you can get me in bed?
He turns off the engine. His eyes burn through me, dark and full of desire. “I will take you home if you can tell me you don’t feel the same way. Tell me you don’t want me, that you don’t need me or desire me the way that I need and desire you, tell me and I will drive you home right now.”
In a small voice, I barely whisper, “I can’t tell you that.” There. I’ve said it.
He leans over, takes my face in his hands, and pulls me into him, kissing me with such drive and desire I feel my thighs squeeze tight. My heart starts to race and warmth cloaks my body. I am his for the taking. We drive to his apartment, pull up to the Mayfair building on Park Avenue, and enter the underground garage. He parks in his spot, and we get out and make our way to the elevator. When we step in he puts in the code for his apartment, number 1983, and up we go. The doors suddenly open and we’re standing in his foyer.
“It’s so beautiful,” I say.
Its walls are large ivory-colored bricks. The floor is black and ivory marble. A painting of a naked woman lying across a red Queen Anne sofa with a white blanket under her sits on one wall. On the other wall is an abstract painting full of colors. In the middle of the room a large, round black marble table has an arrangement of red roses placed on it.
We walk into the great room. The walls are all a soft yellow giving a warm feeling to it. There is a couch and two large chairs, all cream-colored. Beside each chair is an end table with a lamp. The windows are floor to ceiling and the curtains, which are open so I can see the lights below, are a thick tan color. The room has a warm, inviting feeling to it.
“Would you like something to drink, Alexis?”
I glance at him. “Yes, I’ll have some white wine, please.”
He gets two of them and pours us wine. As he walks over to me with my glass, he has a look in his eyes that is dark and heated. I feel myself shake a little as he hands me my wine. When I manage to take a sip, he also takes one. Then he puts his glass down on the table nearby.
“Would you like to hear some music?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Is there anything in particular you like?”
I think for a minute. He probably wouldn’t want to hear One Republic right now, so I just tell him anything is fine with me. He puts on something I have never heard before, but it sounds soothing and romantic.
“What is this?
“It’s called “Passage into Midnight” by Omar Akram.”
He walks back over, pulling me into him. One hand is flat on my back and the other is on the nape of my neck. He softly kisses me, brushing his tongue against my lips. I open my mouth and invite him in. He deepens the kiss with such force, I need to wrap my arms around his waist to steady myself. He breaks away from the kiss, and I stand there glad that he has hi
s arms around me to hold me up.
“My beautiful Alexis.” He bends down and picks me up. “I need to feel your body against mine and underneath mine. I want to worship your body, Alexis.”
We are in his bedroom before I know it. He places me on my feet and starts to kiss me with such desire, so heated and intense that I feel my body responding to his every touch. He pulls away and brings his hands up, then slowly slides the dress down my shoulders. It falls to the floor and I shiver. Then I feel the heat of his hands on me. He turns me to face him as he takes his coat off and throws it on a nearby chair. The vest is next, he does the same, and all the while I’m watching him and licking my lips.
My body is coming alive. Every cell in me is waking up with excitement, with need, and pleasure.
He takes my hands and puts them on his chest.
“Take my shirt off.”
I do as I’m told, trying to keep my hands steady. I’m almost at his belt but he stops me. He puts his hands on my arms, takes a step back. “You are so beautiful Alexis, I can’t seem to take my eyes off of you.”
Looking at me, he says, “You have such beautiful full breasts.”
I can see the hunger in his eyes—the desire, the need. It’s as if he needs me more than his next breath. He takes my breasts in his hands. Then he is running his lips across one while his fingers squeeze and tug at my other nipple. He starts to gently bite and pull on it. I throw my head back and moan.
He puts me on the bed and begins kissing me on the neck. I’m running my nails down his back. He runs open-mouth kisses from my breasts to my navel. When he reaches my panties, he lifts my right leg and starts kissing down the inside of my thigh. Breathing hard and fast, I dig my nails into the sheets. He slides my panties off so slowly, looking at me with such heat in his eyes. He starts to suck on my toes and plants kisses on the bottom of my feet.
“Alexis, you are going to beg me to fuck you.”
Still holding my right leg in his hands, he starts kissing me on my ankle, running his mouth slowly up my leg to my inner thigh. As he pushes my legs open, I feel so open and raw to him. He slides two fingers in me, then puts them in his mouth.
He growls. “You taste so good, Alexis.”
When he puts his fingers back in me, I start moaning again and moving my hips. His fingers draw circles inside of me, and then his mouth is on me. He blows and kisses me slowly, licking and sucking. He stops, then starts kissing, licking, nibbling my other foot, going up that leg just as he had done the right one till once again he is opening my folds. He sucks on me again, and his tongue swirls around my clit, then with his lips he gently pulls on it. He opens me up with both his hands, and sucks on me hard till I come with such force that I am literally trembling. His hands go to around to my cheeks, and he raises my hips up and drinks me in. My toes are curling with the pleasure I feel at this very moment. I arch my head back, and my hands are grabbing, pulling the sheets.
I can’t take it anymore. “Oh, Aiden, please,” I cry.
“Tell me, baby, what do you want? Let me hear you say the words.”
“Fuck me, Aiden. I need you inside me.”
But he doesn’t stop. He licks again, and I’m lost once more. Oh god, I’m going to come again. I cry out his name and the orgasm takes over and seems to go on and on. My whole body is shaking.
He stands and quickly undoes his belt, then takes his pants off, letting them fall to the floor. I look at him, at his breathtaking body. His biceps are so muscular, his stomach firm and flat. And his happy…oh-so-happy trail is making me breathe hard again. I open my mouth and lick my lips. I want him bad.
“Please, Aiden, I need you to fuck me now.”
He opens a drawer on the bedside table and pulls out a condom.
Just as he’s about to open it, I say, “I’m on the pill.”
He gives me a look and is about to say something but quickly decides against it. I can no longer wait. He seems to be moving slowly, enjoying the fact that I need to have him inside me. His erection is so big and beautiful. In one swift move he is on top of me. He pushes my legs open with his own and positions himself at my entrance. Easing into me slowly, he stills himself and lets me adjust to his size. The whole time we are looking into each other’s eyes.
He starts to move slowly, and I move my hips to match his movements. It’s as if we are one person. Aiden starts to kiss my neck, and I move my head so he has better access to my throat. When he goes to my ear I hear his deep breathing. I can feel his heart beating rapidly, or is it my own? We are both moaning, until the only sound I hear is of the two of us finding pleasure in each other. The sound of two people enjoying one another, the sound of ecstasy. I have one hand on the back of his head and the other on his back. His hands are on each side of my head. He looks into my eyes again and it’s as if he can see my soul, and I can see his.
“My beautiful Alexis,” he says, moving faster now.
I’m on the edge again.
“You’re so tight,” he moans as my muscles squeeze and grip him. “Yes, come for me, baby.”
With those words I am lost in my orgasm. My world is a blur and my body shakes with this oh-so-good feeling. Aiden pushes into me a few more times. He growls, then is shouting my name as he comes full force, as if he’s been holding it all in for a lifetime. I can feel his cock shudder as he shoots liquid heat in me. He kisses me with such passion. We stay like this, neither one of us moving.
Then in one swift motion he rolls us over so I am lying on him. He keeps his arms wrapped around me, and I bring both of mine up and rest them on his chest. I lean down and kiss his forehead, his nose, both his cheeks, then his chin, and slowly work my way up to his lips. They are so soft and warm, just like I knew they would be.
“You make me feel alive again, Aiden.”
His blue eyes are filled with such pleasure. It makes me feel a connection, as if we were meant to meet. I pray he feels the same way. When he closes his eyes, then opens them again, it’s as if he’s somewhere else.
The expression on his face shows no emotion, just a blank stare.
He slides me off of his body.
I instantly feel like I have just been used, like he got what he wanted and is now going to push me aside.
He jumps out of bed and goes into the bathroom. I’m left there feeling alone, and cold, ashamed because I have never done anything like this before. I wasn’t raised to give myself to any man so fast; it doesn’t matter who he is, celebrity or not. I let myself get carried away with Aiden. I should have known that a man like him is used to having any woman he wants and that he would say whatever it takes to get her in bed. I’m just his latest conquest.
Chapter 6
I hear the water run and then he comes out. “Would you like to take a shower with me?”
My emotions are all over the place. A part of me wants to believe that we do have a connection, and there is a part of me, a big part, that says I should keep my guard up. Not to let myself get in over my head. My mind says, Ha! You already got way in over your head, weren’t you just in bed with him? I need to tell my mind to shut up sometimes.
Following him into the bathroom, I take in all the white and black marble. The shower is big enough for five people, with showerheads on two sides, a bench to sit on, and in the middle a big rainforest showerhead. There is a bathtub for two, and the vanity has two sinks with an area in the middle for a bench.
We step into the shower, and he pulls me to his chest and starts to kiss me softly. He gently bites my lower lip, and a soft humming sound escapes me as he slowly moves to my earlobe.
A deep growl comes from his throat. “Have I told you how much I love your body?” Then he kisses down my throat, moving across my shoulder. The feeling is so heated and intense, it makes me shiver. I roll my head to the side to give him easier access. His hands run up and down my backside. I’m digging my nails into his back, then running them through his hair. We kiss each other with such need and force that when we fin
ally pull away we both have to catch our breath.
“My beautiful Alexis…bellissima.” He lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist, pinning me to the wall.
He is inside me so fast that I cry out in pain and pleasure. I wrap my arms around his neck and ride the wave that is coming. “Oh yes!” I feel my body tingling with want, with heat, with pleasure. “Aiden,” I scream.
He grunts from deep within his throat. He is in control of me, in complete control of my body. He seems to know exactly what my body needs and wants—and then he is motionless. After another few moments he spills his hot liquid in me.
We both just hold each other for what seems like a lifetime, but is only minutes. He lowers me onto my feet and we look at each other. Oh what this man does to me! He tilts his head to one side and smiles.
“Let me wash your hair,” he says.
Taking the bottle of shampoo, he pours some into his hand. It smells of vanilla and he begins to massage it into my hair. It’s such a good feeling, pure ecstasy. He moves me so the water can run through my hair. Then he squirts the body wash onto a washcloth; again it smells of vanilla, but also honey.
“Turn around, Alexis.”
I do as I am told. I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. Both hands are on my shoulders. Slowly, he starts to run them down my arms, then stops at my elbows, bringing them back up to my shoulders and then down the front of my body. When he gets to my breasts, he slowly, very slowly, circles them.
“Baby, you have such beautiful breasts. You have the body of a goddess, so beautiful.”
When he is done, he gives me the bottle of shampoo so I can wash his hair. I work the lather through it. He’s looking at me with wide-eyed surprise, as if this is all new to him. His head falls back and the water rinses the suds out. I start to wash his body. He truly has an amazing torso, so firm and strong. His washboard abs makes his torso look like that of an Adonis. His breathtaking eyes can melt you on the spot, so what is he doing with me? Why me, when he can have any woman in the world?
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