by Ruby Forrest
He grabbed a bag, and a bottle of water and they sat in comfortable silence for a while. When Alister had finished, he got up and made his way over to the window, shutting all of the curtains and blinds and plunging the room into a peaceful sort of twilight. It was too bright outside to be terribly dark in the bedroom, but it was enough to create a pleasant and restful space for them to spend time in.
Mary-Ann snuggled against the bedhead and fished for a book in the draw beside her. She was lucky enough to grab one out. It was a bad romance novel, but it was better than nothing. She had to have something to keep her mind busy.
Alister looked at her curiously and Mary-Ann smiled, “I said I would keep watch. I can listen out like this, and it makes sure I don’t fall asleep.”
Alister chuckled and suddenly, his strong arm was wrapped around her waist. He pulled her in and she found herself resting against his broad chest. She blushed, feeling the heat rise from her cheeks, from her skin.
“It’s okay. Sleep with me, Mary-Ann.” He murmured softly, “I’ll wake up if danger is near.”
Mary-Ann wanted to protest, but there was something insanely comforting about lying in his arms. She was brought back to the first time that she had felt his arms around her and her eyes slid shut.
She didn’t know how he managed to make her feel safe, but he always did such a good job of it. His skin was still warm from the shower and she sighed in quiet contentment as he held her closer, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the way his heart pounded just beneath the skin, solid and secure. He sent a flood of warmth through her.
He was here, holding her tight. She was safe. Mary-Ann shut her eyes and snuggled in. She was still tired, despite the big nap she had before, and she was happy to snuggle close to him and shut her eyes. She drifted into an easy sleep, feeling the peaceful safety of their secrecy pull her into the quiet and restful plains of sleep.
It was okay to sleep, just for a little bit. It was okay to rest and feel his arms around her. It was okay to breathe.
Just for a little while. Then they’d be on the move again. But for now, this was blissful, this was perfect.
And Mary-Ann didn’t plan on going anywhere.
Chapter 14
Mary-Ann fell into a world of dreams, snuggled against Alister’s arm and chest. The scent of him was familiar and new all at the same time and her dreams lead her to the first and only time that they had made love, awakening a longing inside of her that had been laid dormant with all of the chaos that had overcome her the last few days.
She shifted in the sheets, her mind pulled to the way he had felt on her skin, gasping as the dream mixed with the sweet memory of that night, where she pulled him in closer, moaning quietly as he slid his hands along her body, brushing her skin and ghosting her breasts through her bra, stroking the fabric and pinching lightly, eliciting a gasp from Mary-Ann. His hands slid around her back, brushing against the clasp of her bra. He unclipped it and it slid from Mary-Ann’s skin. She gasped as the cold air hit her skin, tightening and hardening, sharpening her arousal.
She sunk back against the wall and Alister’s lips found her neck. He sucked at her skin and she bit her lip, feeling the pleasure bursting through her body, making her shiver, tense and arch. It felt good. He felt incredibly good and when his lips found her breasts, Mary-Ann thought that she would never be able to take another breath.
He found his mark easily, starting to suck, his other hand cradling her breast, brushing against the nipple with his thumb. It sent sparks jolting through Mary-Ann and she saw the fireworks behind her eyes.
She needed him. She needed him and she would go insane if she didn’t get him right here and right now. Her voice was breathless and she gasped the words, “Alister, I want you.”
Mary-Ann felt Alister shudder, the way he shifted against her, like there was something shifting within him. He tensed and she could feel his muscles bunching, feel the hidden strength just beneath his skin. He nodded, and suddenly, they were both without words. All the Mary-Ann could think about was the way his body felt against her, the way his breath caught when he brushed her panties with his fingers and tugged them down sharply.
She felt the cool air hit the warmth between her legs, bringing all the arousal that was coursing through her, to light. She could feel it all. It was like her senses had been hyper activated, and all she could feel, smell and see was Alister.
He slid a knee between her legs and pushed her back. She relaxed into his touch, gasping in pleasure and moving so that his fingers could brush her inner thigh. It was intoxicating, having him so close, so intimate. Her body was in overdrive and he was playing her like an instrument. She gasped as his fingers pushed against her, hot and urgent, insistent.
She moaned and relaxed into him, her hips arching in pleasure, feeling the desperate hum of arousal thunder through her body. Her needs were getting more and fiercer and Mary-Ann didn’t know if she could hold back any longer.
She moved, arching against him. She gasped as his arm came to rest forcefully beside her head and he braced himself against the wall. She shuddered at the strength, the barely restrained power in his arms, and melted into his embrace.
His fingers found their mark, pressing inside her and sending jolts of pleasure through her, which fluttered and shone behind her eyes, leaving her breathless and shaky, longing and desperate for more.
No man had ever made her feel this way. No man had ever known how to touch to elicit these feelings, no man had ever known how to turn her head and make her body hum with need and desire and pleasure. Oh, the pleasure. It flooded her system like a drug, intoxicating, erotic and so, so sweet.
There was something wild about this man. Something wild and controlled all at once. Something commanding and something free. Mary-Ann didn’t know what it was but, at the moment, she just didn’t care. It felt amazing and right now, the only thing that mattered was this moment.
When Alister withdrew his hand, Mary-Ann gasped, moaning quietly at the loss. Alister didn’t make her wait too long. He undid his belt and Mary-Ann bit her lip in anticipation. Alister didn’t give her time to breathe, before he was lifting her up into his powerful arms, pushing her back harder against the wall and holding her tight. Mary-Ann couldn’t touch the ground, but she had never felt safer.
When Mary-Ann felt Alister press at her entrance, her head swam. He felt so big. Already, he was making her feel so good. Alister voice was husky and breathless in her ear, low and inviting, “You feel amazing.”
Then he was thrusting into her, and Mary-Ann let her head drop back against the wall as the pleasure struck her in waves, She shuddered in pleasure, moving so that he could move inside her, fill her up deeply. The sensation was mind blowing.
Alister groaned and dipped his head. She felt his skin against her skin, the toned definition of his muscles and the scent of his musk. Mary-Ann shut her eyes, feeling the pleasure welling up, unending and fierce.
He kept the perfect rhythm, moving in time to the spikes of pleasure and the thundering of his heartbeat. Mary-Ann felt her heartbeat racing, the heat of their love burning on her skin. She moaned and grabbed him harder, letting her fingers sink into his skin. She held onto him tightly, shuddering against his body, twisting against him, feeling herself tighten, and feeling the intimacy that flashed between them like electricity.
It was too much, too good. Then his mouth was against hers and he was kissing her, passionate and wild and she swore that she heard the rumble of a growl as he pushed deeper into her. Her mind felt like it was blank and on fire at the same time. Her breasts were pushing against him, brushing against the skin of his chest and setting them alight with pleasure.
It was ecstasy. Being with him was ecstasy. He was so strong and passionate and it showed. It showed in every movement of his body, every tensing of his muscles and pull of his body against hers.
“Alister…” She found herself gasping his name, a breathless murmur th
at sounded like the very essence of sex.
The pleasure inside of her was building and when Alister started to suck at her neck, Mary-Ann thought that she was going to lose it right then and there. She moaned in pleasure and moved, bucking her hips into the pleasure, into the feel of him that was overcoming her senses and her mind so completely.
She could feel the speed increasing in his movements. His touch was becoming more urgent, his grip was becoming firmer and more needful against her skin. His kisses burnt like fire and Mary-Ann wouldn’t have it any other way. She moaned in pleasure, a sound torn from the recesses of her throat, laced with the aching need within her, the need that only Alister seemed to be able to satisfy.
He pushed into her deeper and Mary-Ann felt the crescendo of pleasure overcoming her. Her breath was coming in quick, erratic gasps and she shuddered and shivered in his arms. When her climax hit her, it came hard and fast. Mary-Ann was left breathless, crying out in desperate pleasure, her mind filling with fireworks and desire, the deep ache inside of her turning into ecstasy. She cling to Alister, holding on tightly as the waves consumed her, burning her body and her mind until there was nothing left of the hesitation, the fear and the doubt that had once consumed her.
There was nothing left but the bubbles and waves of pleasure that were curling around her body and her mind and consuming her.
She felt Alister stiffen against her, his body going tense. A low moan left him and she heard him groan her name as he pushed into her with such strength and power. The shuddering pleasure filled them both and Mary-Ann couldn’t do anything more than hold onto him, getting her fill of his scent, the way his hands grabbed her and his body tightened against hers, leaving her breathless-
Mary-Ann woke with a start, her skin feeling slick with sweat and flushed. She blinked a few times and tried to figure out what the heck had just happened. She looked around her. Instead of the darkened room of her dreams, she was in a strange motel. Alister was still there, lying beside her, and the events of the last few days came rushing back in. Mary-Ann blushed and felt the heat rise up against her cheeks. She blushed deeply. She hadn’t meant to dream such an erotic dream, right when she was in the most amount of danger.
What was wrong with her? The scene played behind her eyes, over and over and over and she blushed deeply at the thought of it, of the feel of his hands against her skin and…
Mary-Ann shook her head firmly. They were running for their lives. This was not the time to be thinking about how his body would feel pressed against hers, how he would feel holding her, kissing her skin… Mary-Ann pushed herself up.
She needed a shower. She needed some time to shower and to regroup. She would feel better after that and, hopefully she could catch some more sleep, before they had to be on the move again. It was a long shot, but one that she was holding out hope for. She took a deep breath and tried to settle.
A long shower would help. She would clean herself up a bit, and hopefully if she felt more settled, her mind would be a bit saner. After all, this wasn’t the time to be reliving and dreaming about a one night stand with the man who was trying to save her life. That just didn’t feel like the right thing to do and Mary-Ann was all about doing the right thing.
She slid out of bed, mindful not to wake Alister up, and headed towards the bathroom. It was roomier than she had first expected and she stripped off, hanging her clothes up neatly, before turning on the water. She moved Alister’s shirt, making sure it didn’t get soaked, seeing as it was almost completely dry. The checked the temperature, making sure that the water wasn’t freezing, or scalding. Then she stepped beneath the spray, sighing in relief.
She grabbed the soap and lathered up her skin, making sure to wash from head to toe. The complimentary shampoo sets were still there and Mary-Ann used one of them to wash her hair and comb out the worst of the tangles with her fingers. The conditioner did a surprisingly good job and she felt a lot cleaner and more presentable when she was finished.
She hoped that airing her clothes out would be enough, because she didn’t really have the luxury of washing them like Alister had. She lingered in the shower, enjoying the warm water on her skin. It was a comfort, a luxury, a shred of the normalcy that had been stripped from her. Mary-Ann sighed in pleasure, savoring the feeling.
It was doing wonders for her state of mind, and her emotional state, not to mention easing the lingering aches and pains. Unfortunately for Mary-Ann, it wasn’t doing the one thing that she had hoped it would. It wasn’t taking her mind of her dream, off her memory, off the thought of Alister.
Mary-Ann bit her lip and shut her eyes, leaning her head forward beneath the spray. She felt a shudder move through her body, down her spine, leaving her breathless and shivery.
Mary-Ann sighed and relaxed slowly into the water. She wasn’t feeling so jumpy anymore, wasn’t expecting to be hurt, not with Alister around. Instead, she was dreaming of his hands sliding around her body in the shower. She could almost imagine his touch, sliding against her skin, slicked by the water, feel his fingertips brushing her skin, the touch of his lips on the back of her neck, leaving her breathless.
So when she felt his body press up against hers, she didn’t flinch. Her breathing hitched in her chest, catching and leaving her breathless. She shuddered, feeling the burning heat of pleasure move through her.
He was here, in the shower with her. His hands were brushing along her spine, his lips pressing against the nape of her neck and Mary-Ann felt her legs go weak, all thoughts flying out of her head.
Alister’s hands encircled her, and they felt incredible brushing against her skin in the shower. The slippery soap and water was the perfect ground for his hand to explore her body, run across her skin and leave her burning with heat and desire for him. He felt so good. He felt amazing in ways that Mary-Ann couldn’t comprehend. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, giving in to the sensations.
His fingertips brushed across her breasts, teasing her nipples with light, expert touches. She felt her body shiver and ache for him, ache for more of his delicious, delicious touch, ache for more of his lips on her neck, for his kisses and the light sucking that he was giving her shoulders.
His hands slid lower and caressed her warmth, brushed against the heat that raged between her thighs and Mary-Ann felt her world light up with the pleasure. He just felt so good, felt overwhelmingly erotic to the touch, overwhelmingly good. It was everything that she could have asked for and more. Worries about this being inappropriate had fled from her head in an instant. She was no longer worried about what other people might think, about what Alister might think, about how she was meant to behave.
Right now, there was only the burning ache between her thighs and the desperate need for Alister, the need that she couldn’t bear to pull herself from, couldn’t sate with only one night. She moaned in pleasure, the sound spilling from her lips as she gasped with need, pleasure and desire for him.
She felt Alister move against her, his body tensing up as he slid his hand down her thigh, stroking the curve of her body and sending warmth jolting through Mary-Ann. It left her breathless, shudders moving down from her head to her toes.
The warm water was both soothing and intoxicating at the same time and Mary-Ann couldn’t tear herself away. The feel of Alister behind her made her feel, all at once, like she was back in her dream, living through it as Alister touched her body, slid his hands across her skin.
His strong hands gripped her skin and spun her around gently, pressing her back against the shower wall. She felt a sudden rush of desire at the sight of him, a rush of desire at the sight of those eyes, heavy with lust, the sight of his body dripping with water, droplets sliding down each and every crevice, every curve and tight, taut muscle.
Mary-Ann wasn’t how she had gotten this lucky, but she wasn’t complaining, not even for a moment. Alister smirked, a smile in his voice as he whispered, “I should have asked you to join me for a shower when we first
arrived, Mary-Ann…” He murmured, voice soft like silk.
His lips found hers and he kissed her hard, with all the passion of their first night and more. He was kissing her like she was the last woman in the world, like he needed her more than the air he breathed, like he never, ever wanted to let her go. His hands slid around her waist and he pushed lightly against her body, leaving Mary-Ann breathless with pleasure, the pleasure that was seizing her body and burning through her mind and her body. It was bliss, it was mind blowing, and it was incredible.
Mary-Ann kissed him back, feeling the passion burning between them. She realized, with a guilty jolt in her stomach, that Alister and her were doing the exactly what everyone thought they were.
After all, with Alister insisting on utmost discretion, it wasn’t far cry to assume that they were here for an illicit affair, in the middle of the day. Mary-Ann found herself blushing at the thought that they were right, although rest and safety had been the first thing on both of their minds.
But they were rested now, and it looked like Alister wanted to put that to good use. Mary-Ann couldn’t say that she blamed him, not in the slightest. She shuddered when he kissed her neck, licking the drops of water with a slow and sensual tongue. He felt incredible.
She had never had a man be so attentive to her, her needs, her body and her desires. Alister treated her like no one else ever had and Mary-Ann wasn’t sure if anyone could compare to the way he made love. Mary-Ann moaned as he lifted a hand to cup the silky skin of her breast.
“Alister…” She bit her lip with a breathless gasp, “Alister, quick…” She moaned softly, feeling the desire flood her system like a beautiful poison. It was drowning out her sense of time, her sense of wrong and right. Everything. It was drowning out everything that wasn’t Alister and Mary-Ann couldn’t resist it, couldn’t resist the desire for him.
