Take a Bow (The Perfect Plans Series Book 2)

by C. J. Wells

  Carrying me to the bed, he lays me down gently on the white linen sheets, crawling over top of me, my hands gliding along his thick, corded muscles, savoring every rippling ridge.

  His gaze steals my breath once more, his lips inches from my wanting mouth. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Aby,” he whispers huskily, taking me in an earth-shattering kiss, his tongue insinuating his desperate need. “I can’t wait…I need to be inside you,” he manages against my lips.

  “Yes, Alex. Take me. Now,” I beg, moaning in anticipation as he settles his hips between my spread legs. “God…”

  Our groans collide in unison as he slides his cock along my wetness, teasing back and forth along my clit, lining up to thrust deep in one long fluid motion. My fingers curl and flex at his back, my head leaned back, eyes closed in absolute abandon. I love the way he feels inside me, the way he makes me feel. He makes me whole. Complete.

  His thrusts quicken, pushing us to the edge, plunging inside me over and over, hitting each and every sensitive nerve. Our bodies shake from crazed desire, lust; sweat coating our flesh, my nails scratching down his sinewy back.

  Savage in our need, primal in our frenzy, his lips nip and lick along my collarbone, the sensitive skin at the curve of my neck, his hands holding my head in place, gripped tight in my hair.

  “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans. “Mine...”

  “God, yes! Alex, I’m coming!” I scream, my feet digging into the mattress, my hips gyrating to meet his thrusts measure for measure.

  “Yes, baby, come. Come for me…” he demands, and I fall, plummeting into oblivion; my gaze blackened in the rush that spirals into a white haze of ecstasy.

  I scream his name over and over, matching his incessant plunges into my greedy, soaked core, my legs shaky and quivering as I flood him with my orgasm. “I love you…” my screams dwindle into a whisper of euphoria.

  His thrusts slow, his body bowing and tightening above me, before he stills, careening through my haze with every bucking ridge of his cock filling me with his come. “I love you more,” he replies on a husky whisper.

  “GOOD MORNING, SLEEPY head.”

  I open my eyes to find a playful Alex staring down at me. “The only thing good about it is waking up to you,” I stretch, turning into his warmth. “Was that the door bell I heard?” I question just as it chimes a second time.

  “That it was.” He smiles, hopping out of bed in his naked glory, grabbing his pajama bottoms to pull them on. “I ordered an early breakfast. We have to leave for the airport by noon.”

  I can’t help but pout as his glorious manhood disappears beneath the white fabric, then I smirk at his knowing grin. “Don’t give me that cheeky smile, it’s your fault I’m so sleepy this morning.”

  “And it’s your fault,” he bends to lift my chin for a chaste kiss, “…that I’m so in love with you, I can’t help but keep you up all night long. What would Stacey, say? Suck it up, buttercup?” His crooked grin is the end of me.

  He leaves to answer the door and I decide to freshen up quickly while he’s dealing with room service; donning my white boy shorts and matching tank before exiting the washroom. Upon my return, he’s sitting up in bed, waiting for me.

  “Breakfast is on the veranda, it can wait. Come here,” he orders in that tone I can’t ignore.

  I walk obediently towards him, only to purse my lips at a second showing of his knowing simper. “You’re the devil,” I turn away, but he grabs my arm, pulling me down into his lap.

  “If I’m the devil, Aby, you are the angel that will save me,” he tips my head with the touch of his finger, taking me in a sensual kiss.

  I’m breathless, spinning in a loving haze, by the time he releases me.

  “I wanted to keep you here, hidden away with me for just a little longer,” his eyes reflect the truth of his sentiment.

  “I wish you could have,” I smile. I really do, but at the same time, I need to get back and face reality with Alex. Learn to exist in his world, without ever wanting to run from it again. “Being alone with you was never part of my fears, Alex.” I sit up, facing him; he shifts to make room for me at his side. “When I’m alone with you, the rest of the world doesn’t exist. And, as it turns out,” I shrug, grimacing playfully, though half-heartedly, “…we won’t always be alone. I want to face the real world - yours - by your side. No more running.”

  “You don’t have to prove anything to me, Aby. I trust in your love. Our love. But this little getaway of ours, it was about more than just romance - though that played a very large role.”

  “A role you could win an Oscar for pulling off, seamlessly, I might add.”

  His humble smile always takes my breath away. “I’m glad to hear you think so,” he brushes my cheek. “The other part of my plan in whisking you off alone was because I needed you to trust in my love for you, too. To make you see that no reality can ever change the way I feel about you.”

  It takes a moment for my lungs to fill with air. “That was the most romantic thing I think anyone in the entire world has ever said to…anyone,” I grasp for words, still awestruck by his.

  His eyes search mine, and I realize he’s waiting for an answer to a question he never actually asked. But I heard it, and it’s lingering now in its continued silence. “I do, Alex. I trust the love you feel for me. I think I trust it even more because you made sure to show me, made sure I actually saw it, felt it, even before you said the words. Thank you for that gift.” I reach out to cup his face in my hands, leaning in to kiss him with as much gentle passion as his actions and words speak to me.

  Covering my hands with his as we break our beautifully perfect kiss, he holds me in place to look into my eyes. “I love you more than I ever imagined possible, Aby. I’m bound to you, sweetheart. Irrevocably yours.”

  “As I am to you. I love you.”

  “I love you more.” His playful smile pulls at mine, and I can’t help but play back.

  “Bound, huh? Like, wrapped around my little finger?” I tease, holding it up, flashing him a smile.

  “Oh, absolutely,” he nods, his eyebrow shifting in sexy agreement.

  My eyes flicker to the ribbon holding the netting canopy to the bedpost, a delicious idea popping into my mind. Reaching for the long, hanging strands on one side, I take his hand, biting my lip as I prepare to tie them around his wrist.

  “Bondage, Miss Ryan?” There’s a hint of humor mixed with his enticing tone. “Ideas from your latest romance novel?”

  “Possibly…” I tease flirtatiously, bowing the ribbon to secure him with a loose knot. “I think it’s time for a little pay back.”

  His brow repeats its devilish shift, his lips curling into that sinful grin as I mount him to make my way to the other side. “Payback?”

  For a moment I just stare, lost in his incredibly hot, challenging gaze. It really isn’t fair, the effect he has on me. The memory of his lips and tongue devouring my chocolate covered flesh squeezes down my core, and I grind reflexively atop him. Who knew frozen yogurt could be so much fun?

  Releasing a breathless groan, he reaches for my ass with his free hand, rocking me against him with his firm grip. The effect is thrilling, but I’m not relenting control.

  “Hungry?” I ask playfully, grinding a second time, watching the desire twist in his gaze.

  His eyes close on an openmouthed release of breath before his lips curl into another slow grin, his hips undulating beneath me.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” I smile, removing his hand from my thigh to secure it on the other side of the bed.

  “You can take anything you want.” His eyes watch mine as I sit back down in place atop him. “I’m just not sure your little plan is going to keep me from taking what’s mine in return,” he adds, pulling lightly on his bindings in warning.

  “Patience, stallion,” I grin wickedly, bending to kiss him, my hips matching the teasing efforts of my tongue as I work my fingers through the tousled c
urls at his nape. The feel of his arousal beneath me is exhilarating.

  His hips buck against me, sending squeezing pulses to my core as he swallows my needy gasp. It’s almost enough to make me lose control. Almost.

  Pulling from his lips, I trail kisses down his neck, sliding my body down his, my fingers devouring the path of my lips and tongue. I relish every inch of him, every perfectly sculpted ridge before reaching his happy trail, disappearing beneath the band of his white cotton bottoms. Pausing, I catch his mischievous gaze followed by his teasing shrug at my momentary hindrance.

  “Cocky, Mr. Tate?” I raise my brows in playful defiance.

  He laughs, his beautiful mouth inviting me, pulling me like a doll on a string to surrender and pounce.

  It’s a test of composure that my body is begging to give in to, but the thrill of anticipation wins back my upper hand. “Allow me to wipe that smug little smile off your face,” I add with devilish desire, sensually swiping his covered erection from base to tip.

  “Aby,” he groans, his arms tugging at their bindings, his smile effectively twisted into needy, breathless lust.

  God, I want him. I almost lose myself in the lure of his stare, quickly pulling at the waistband of his pants. The release of his erection jars my restraint further, and I unconsciously lick my lip, biting it to fight for control, as I watch it bob against him enticingly.

  “Come here,” he orders in husky need, pulling at the bindings once more.

  My gaze slits defiantly, his command restoring my desire for control. Stepping off the bottom of the bed, I pull his pants off in the motion, discarding them to the floor. I can’t take my eyes off of him. Naked and bound, he takes my breath away.

  His muscular legs are spread enticingly, his cock ready and waiting at their apex - a flashing beacon, like a tantalizing runway, inviting me to land on this Adonis of a man. It’s so hard to walk away when all I want to do is fly.

  But this is my game.

  “You’ll be okay here for a little while?” I ask, resorting to playful teasing to rein in my threatening bashful and impending surrender.

  His eyebrow lifts above an amused challenging smirk. “I’ll be just fine,” he replies as I turn to make my way to the veranda. “When I get my hands on you, however,” he continues in a sexy warning, “…you won’t be walking so leisurely away by the time I’m done.”

  His inviting admonition elicits a naughty visual, a smile creeping across my face as I pretend to ignore him and continue on.

  Eying the table full of mouthwatering breakfast delicacies, I raise my brow at the dessert options. A lover’s breakfast. Brilliant. This place thinks of everything, I smile to myself, deciding on the bowl of chocolate covered strawberries and vessel of whipped cream.

  Dipping one of the strawberries in the cream, I take a taste as inspiration builds from the onslaught of anticipation. I move into his view, standing in the center of the wall of open glass doors. “You okay?” I question with playful sarcasm, licking the whipped cream before taking the last bite.

  His grimacing smile highlights his impatient discomfort, though the underlying desire in his gaze is thrilling.

  “I’m thinking about a dip in the pool,” I continue, bending to remove my boy shorts, seductively brushing along my core as I reach for the hem of my tank top.

  He tugs on the ties a little, shooting me warning glare.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” I add, tossing my top to the floor, “I forgot. You’re hungry.” I pout teasingly.

  Clenching his jaw, he moves to speak, but I turn away to grab the bowls, smiling at my effect on him. It’s empowering, and incredibly sexy, and I saunter in my gait back towards him.

  “Breakfast in bed, my love,” I climb up beside him, resting back on my heels, offering him a prepared strawberry.

  He eyes it, held in my fingers at his mouth, before glancing into my eyes. “Payback?” he laughs, locking me in his sinful gaze.

  I shrug with defiant confidence.

  He takes a bite, and my core clenches at the sight of his tongue licking the cream left behind. I can’t look away, taking my lip in my teeth as I’m assaulted by the sexual pull of this man. His mouth alone can strike down my control.

  The pull of his smirk jars me momentarily before his erection flickers at my side, grabbing my instant attention.

  He doesn’t play fair. How do they move it like that? I turn my knowing glare back to his, the teasing bounce of his brow thrashing me back into gear. “You know,” I begin, conspiratorially, “…sometimes you just have to give in and admit that you don’t always have control. Mine,” I add, reaching for him, my grip taking ownership around the underside of his shaft.

  His immediate groan elicits the stroke of my hold, a brush over the top and back down the underside once more. It feels incredible to watch him lose himself to my touch.

  I massage his length, over and over, my fingers magically mastering his moans as I take ownership of his desire. Desire that threatens to implode through me, building with each undulation of his hips at my will. I’m on fire for him, the feel of his girth in the control of my palm scorching through me. My pussy clenches for him, desperate to have him inside me.

  Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the moment, my free hand caressing my breast in time with my strokes of his shaft. Uncontrollably, I lift my ass, mimicking a desire to ride him, my hand gliding down to fill his absence as my massaging fingers continue to devour his length.

  “Untie me,” he orders in a firm, breathless whisper.

  Overtaken by my seduction, I nip at my lip, locking our gaze as I ride my fingers slowly, erotically; rimming his erection with each gentle, squeezing stroke.

  “Fuck,” he growls, his muscles bulging and rippling, breaking free from his bindings.

  A delicious shiver courses through me as he grips my ass, lifting me to straddle him. I gasp as he pushes me back on the bed, my legs spread around him, my wet, clenching pussy splayed for his perusal.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, as he fills me with his fingers, my body arching in desperation. The building desire threatens to consume me as he fucks me with his masterful digits, working my core the way only he can. I’m his. Always, and only his for the taking.

  I whimper at the sudden loss of his fingers, choking into a gasp as he grips my ass. His eyes burn with desire as he bends forward, lifting my core to meet his mouth, his tongue plunging between my slickened folds in ownership.

  Moaning, I grab the linen, squeezing it, my body building to explosion at the working of his tongue.

  His strong hold secures my core in place at his mouth, his lips gently sucking my clit, as my body lashes from the onslaught of my orgasm. I’m gasping from the quakes of the mind-blowing eruption when he lowers me back down onto the bed.

  Flashing me a satisfied smirk, he brushes his fingers along my soaked core, the desire in his gaze sinful as he reaches to slide them between my parted lips.

  I suck greedily under his watchful stare.

  “Breakfast in bed, sweetheart. Thank you for that gift.”

  OH MY GOD, I shake my head at all of the unread messages from Stacey, one from Mom. Ugh, why did I turn my phone on? I decide to go for Stacey’s first. I don’t want to ruin my mood.

  Subject: Yo Ho!

  See what I did there? You’re like a pirate on an island, AND a fucked-silly whore. You are, right? I hate you. Hope you’re having fun!

  Stacey xx

  Subject: I’m drunk

  And you’re a whore on an island. Love you bitch.

  Stacey xx

  Subject: Missing you

  The only thing I’ve accomplished today is using my boobs to make a waterfall in the shower…and you’re probably fucking under one. Love you, but hate you too.

  Green-eyed Stacey (no kisses, bitch)

  “What’s so funny,” Alex makes his way into the room. “I could hear you from outside.”

  “I’m reading Stacey’s texts. She’s nuts.”

  “
Oh yeah? What is your feisty friend saying to incite such blithesome laughter?” he joins me on the end of the bed, lifting my crossed-legged knee to shift me closer.

  “She’s insinuating we’re having a lot of sex,” I purse my lips.

  The incredibly slow, devilish pull of his smirk is his only response - no words required, as just how much sex we’ve actually had catapults through my psyche.

  “Wow, we’ve had a lot sex,” I admit, cataloguing our sex-capades.

  “We have ten more minutes,” he looks playfully at his watch.

  Laughing, I shove his shoulder, his boyish smile returning to take my breath away.

  “Aby, I’ve had you alone on an island, are you so surprised?”

  “Well, no, I guess you’re right about that. But now that I think about it, we have a lot of sex all the time. We’re like, super-sexed.”

  His head tilts back on a delightful chuckle, and I can’t help but stare adoringly at the brilliance of it.

  “Ummm, were you super-sexed before you met me?” I ask, his former fuck buddy, Whore-a-the-Explorer, flashing through my mind.

  Laughter roars from deep in his chest, before he turns his amused gaze to me. “So, now that you’ve ascertained an approximation of how many women I’ve been with, you’d like a frequency report?” he laughs.

  I cringe remembering that incredibly uncomfortable conversation that really wasn’t meant to come out the way that it did.

  “I told you that day, Aby. I’m insatiable for you. I’ve never felt this need, this pull. It’s you. It will always be you.”

  His words touch me, their purity washing away the naughty tainting of our love for each other. “Well, you’ve certainly put a spell on me, Mr. Tate. This is new for me, too.” Clearly. Like that needed to be said out loud.

  Smiling, his brilliant blue eyes sparkling, he swipes my hair behind my ear in a loving gesture. “I’m going to gather the luggage, sweetheart.”

  “Okay,” I manage, still awestruck by his words, watching him walk out of the room.

  Grabbing my cell, I reply to Stacey: