Pure Abandon

by Jeannine Colette

  “You’re going home?” His left arm wraps around his head and rubs the back of his neck, making the shirt wrinkle out of his jacket.

  My voice rises in a harsh tone. “Please leave. I can’t look at you anymore.”

  Asher releases the door and in one stride makes his way toward me. With both hands, he takes my face. “Please. Talk to me.”

  My heart wants to melt, but I can’t be roped back into the vicious cycle. I remove his hands from my cheeks. I can’t take his touch anymore.

  “This has to stop,” I cry.

  “What has to stop?”

  “This.” I motion to the space between us. “All of this. The talks, the gifts, the touching, the dancing, the kisses… all of it.”

  His body is bowed toward me in a plea. His face is in anguish and that deep voice of his loses its footing. “What happened? Please. Talk to me.”

  I can’t do this anymore.

  “Go back to Simone. Go fuck her for all I care. Just leave me alone.” I grab the suit I came in from the closet and make my way toward the door.

  My heart nearly leaps out of my chest as Asher grabs my shoulders, holding me still. I can’t move from his grasp.

  “I don’t want Simone. Why do you think I’m here?” His eyes search mine for the answer, for recognition that I understand what he’s saying. “I walked her to the elevator. She wanted me to come up, but I didn’t want to. I went back for you. I went back and you were gone.”

  He went back for me?

  I will not get my hopes up. I can’t go into the darkness with him any longer. “No, Alex, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be your friend anymore.”

  I try not to look into his eyes, but he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.

  “Why can’t you be my friend anymore? Tell me!” His voice is stern.

  “Because of this!” I move backward out of his hold. My eyes brim with tears, but I will them away. “Because when you touch me, I melt. When you stand near me, my body lights on fire.”

  I can’t believe these words are pouring out of my mouth. I don’t care. He has to hear this. I have to put an end to this.

  “You say you want to be friends, but I can’t. You say I’m refreshing and you love spending time with me. You say you’re relaxed around me. But I… I’m a ball of knots around you. I can’t breathe half the time.”

  Asher screams out. “You think I’m relaxed around you?” His eyes are on fire. The controlled man starts to pace in front of the door. The only door that marks my escape. He runs his hands through his golden hair and tugs at the ends in frustration.

  Exasperated, I don’t know what to do to make him move and let me the hell out. I try to reason with him. “You said… You always… You say you want to be friends and then this happens…”

  “I know what I said, but it’s a lie. I said that shit about being friends so you’d spend time with me, so you wouldn’t run from me every time I entered the room.” He stops pacing as his body tenses, raising his hands into tight fists, punching the air around him. “You think I’m relaxed? I’ve been a nervous wreck for weeks!” He hits the dresser with his fist. My body flinches at his action.

  “Damn it! I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you in the rain. I swear I didn’t know who you were, but you were the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my life. And then I found out you were married. It nearly killed me.”

  He swallows hard and walks toward me, determined. How can he be saying these things to me? It’s not right.

  “Don’t say it,” I plead; yet inside I desperately want him to keep on going.

  “I want you, Kathryn.” Asher says my name, my real name, and it sounds like a prayer on his lips. He grabs me and pulls me close.

  My face flashes hot and tears begin to form behind my eyes. “No, you can’t.”

  “I. Want. You. Kathryn. I want you. I want you. I want you!” He pauses for a second and, with no warning, his body comes crashing toward me like a bulldozer. “Fuck it… I need you.”

  His lips press hard on mine and, in animalistic passion, our arms lock around each other. Yearning, wanting, needing… our lips move fast and steady. Our tongues dance and I find it hard to breathe. Not from nerves, but from the sheer pace of our actions. I steady my lips, trying to fight the urge but he has a hold on them. He tastes so sweet and smells so exotic.

  I try to fight it…

  I try to resist it…

  I try…

  I try…

  I fail.

  With pure abandon, my lips answer his with equal earnest. My body follows suit, pressing my weight back into his. Not in my wildest dreams did his mouth taste as sinful as it does right now. All inhibitions are lost. My soul is his for the taking.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long,” Asher murmurs through our kisses. “Let me make love to you tonight. Just one night. That’s all I ask.” He pulls back and his eyes search mine for approval.

  My body craves him, my mouth needing his taste again. I’m at the point of no return. I know this is wrong, but I am so tired. Tired of fighting whatever this is.

  “Yes,” I cry out.

  And that’s all he needs. Asher bears down on me, forcing my back against the wall. I drop the suit I was holding in my hands. His lips move brutally across my mouth, his tongue performing dangerous acts against mine.

  Taking my hands in his, Asher raises them above my head, pinning me to the cold hard surface of the wall. His full weight presses against me, and I can feel his arousal against my belly. Every divot and sculpted muscle is hard against the front of my body, his hands strong in mine as they hold me in place. I am at his mercy.

  Asher’s mouth travels along my jaw, taking tiny bites of my neck and along my collarbone until he is nipping at my ear and sucking on the lobe. The sensation traveling through my body sends a tingling sensation down my spine and deep into my peak.

  My mind knows this is wrong, but my body can’t resist. I want this man. Hell, I need this man. I’ve never craved anything more in my life.

  Taking my head in his hands, Asher tugs my hair, forcing my mouth up. His kiss is explosive. I can feel his desire continue to build as his kisses quicken.

  In one swift motion, Asher’s hand slips along my neck and tugs at the string of my dress, sending the silky fabric down my body, pooling at my feet. His hand slides down my neck and rests on the clasp of my bra and he unhooks it with the tips of the fingers. That too falls to the floor.

  My breasts exposed, I feel helpless. Asher takes my nipples between his fingers and tugs at them. I cry out in pleasure. His other hand cups my bottom and pulls me tighter into his groin.

  I can’t take anymore. I need to feel his skin. Hungry with the thought of feeling him, I lace my fingers between the openings of his shirt and rip it open. Buttons fly across the room, but I have no apologies.

  Asher lets out a deep growl from within his chest and leans down, taking a nipple in his hot mouth, and sucks on it, licking circles along the rim. I cry out in pleasure.

  My cries must do something to him because he rises back to his feet and takes my mouth in his again, and I can feel the rock-hard impression of his desire so heavy against me I can’t imagine what it will feel like without the clothes between us.

  I press my body against his and nearly collapse at the feeling of his hard chest against my breasts. My hands caress his firm torso and move toward his strong back, pushing the shirt and jacket away from his body.

  Releasing our mouths, I steal a glance to appraise the man. Asher stands in front of me, panting, wearing nothing but satin skin over hard muscle and a black pair of pants. I can’t believe this is really going to happen. This incredible, sexy man is mine. Even if it’s only for one night, this ultimate Apollo, the great Omega, is mine. I drink him in.

  My eyes rise and startle to see his looking down on me, not at my body, but straight into my soul.

  “You are so beautiful,” he says, his chest rising and falling so
fast and hard I almost don’t hear him.

  He took the words right out of my mouth.

  Asher grabs my backside and hoists me up to him, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. He carries me to the bed and lays me down on the soft duvet.

  I sit up on my elbows and watch as he slowly removes his belt and pants, leaving him naked in front of me. I have to blink twice to make sure I’m seeing him properly.

  Oh yes, he is as impressive as I dreamed he’d be.

  Asher climbs onto the bed, his masculine, hard body hovering over mine. Sitting on his knees, he stops and stares down at me, his hands massaging the inside of my legs as they travel to my lace panties. Hooking his two forefingers inside, he skims them down my legs and throws them onto the nightstand beside the bed. He slowly licks his lips and his pupils dilate as he lowers his head toward me. My legs widen to accommodate the width of his shoulders as he settles between my thighs. He dips his head and kisses my navel, plunging his tongue in and out.

  My hips arch off the bed, pleading for him to move lower. His mouth on my skin feels so good I may jump out of my skin. My body is wet and heat pools deep down inside of me, begging for him to be nearer. His tongue glides down my inner thigh, kissing and nipping my skin and nearly sending me over the edge.

  “Alex, please…” I beg.

  “No.” His head lifts and carnal eyes meet mine. “If I only get you once, I need to soak this in. Tonight we play by my rules.”

  His commanding tone drips with sex. I grasp his hair in my hands and guide his mouth to the peak of my desire. His tongue knows exactly where to go and starts by licking the sensitive folds already hot with desire.

  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he says, lapping up my wetness with the smooth velvet of his tongue.

  I let out a loud moan of pure pleasure. He rewards me with a lick to my very swollen clit. I gasp for breath.

  “Hold on, baby. Once I taste you, I’m not gonna be able to stop,” he says just before lowering himself back down and quickly starts circling my need, flicking, licking, and sucking at a pace I didn’t know was humanly possible.

  I tug his hair in approval and he continues on, his tongue practically vibrating on my clit. There is no down time, no need for him to go faster because my body is practically trying to back away because the pleasure of it is too much and too fast.

  Asher dips two fingers inside me, making a “come hither” motion, and my desire rises. Quickening his fingertips to match his mouth, my body is about to burst. Sweat pools on my chest and my ears burn so hot I might explode. My mind goes blank and my voice is crying out in sounds that aren’t human.

  I need it, want it, feel it… Fuck it!

  My body collapses around his fingers, my desire pooling into his mouth. My torso so far off the bed crashes down onto the duvet. Instead of being spent, I’m ignited. I grab Asher’s head and move his gorgeous full lips closer to mine, tasting my arousal on his beautiful full pout.

  “I need you inside me,” I say, taking his tongue so deep in my mouth I may swallow him hole.

  Asher pulls back and reaches over to his pants that were left on the edge of the bed. Producing a foil package, he rips it open and slides a condom down his very impressive manhood. His eyes spy mine eyeing up his erection.

  “You have no idea what you do to me.” Asher mounts his body on top of mine and positions himself so his hard length is settled just outside my very wet entrance. Taking my hand in his, Asher holds it over my head and presses it down into he bed, pinning me in place. His other hand wraps around my waist and braces me for what’s about to happen.

  Holding his head just above mine, he looks down at me, his golden eyes intense on mine. “I need to watch you,” he says. I nod, looking deep into those brown flecks you can only see when you’re really looking at him. Without warning, Asher presses himself hard inside me. I gasp in pleasure.

  Asher stalls for a second, waiting for my body to adjust to his. He retrieves himself and slams his body into mine once more, rubbing my body from the inside out with his. I feel myself begin to climax again.

  He feels it too and quickly slams his body into mine, harder and faster with each thrust. My internal orgasm builds deep inside my belly. Anticipation steepens. My eyes roll into the back of my head, forcing them to close with the intensity of each movement. I have never in my life experienced this much pleasure.

  “Kathryn!” Asher cries out, and the sound of my name pouring out of his beautiful mouth in ecstasy is all I need to push me back over the edge. My body explodes.

  Fingers gripping the sheets, I try to stabilize myself. I’m having an out-of-body experience.

  Asher collapses on top of me, burying his head into my neck. We lay all legs and arms wrapped around each other as our heartbeats steady and breaths level. Asher runs his hand up and down my arm as I catch my breath.

  Coming back to my senses, I shouldn’t be surprised how natural it feels to be in his arms. I bathe in the warmth of his skin, stealing a few moments to absorb the pleasure that just transpired.

  His hand moves up to my hair and he softly brushes it away from my face. His lips kiss my hair. I inhale his intoxicating scent, drinking in this incredible creature.

  “I dream of this,” he whispers in my ear.

  I look at him, still not believing I’m really here, naked in bed with Alexander Asher. Is it possible all this time he has been as affected by me as I have of him?

  Raising my right hand, I tenderly brush the side of his face. He closes his eyes as I run the tips of my fingers across his strong jaw and trace the line up to his temples and down the slope of his nose and the curve of his soft lips. He lets out a breath when my hand moves down to his neck and over his Adam’s apple to rest on his chest, his heart. Under my palm, I can feel his chest rise and fall in deep rhythmic patterns. His heart quickens.

  “What are you thinking about?” I ask.

  His eyes flutter for a second before he answers, “You.” He leans down and kisses my lips so softly I almost miss it. “I’m waiting for you to leap from this bed and scream about how wildly inappropriate this is.”

  He’s right. I should be running for the door. But I can’t.

  “You asked me for one night. The damage is done, and I don’t regret it. At least, right now, I don’t regret it. I’m here. I’m staying… at least for the night.”

  Tomorrow. I can deal with this tomorrow. For now, I am warm and content in his arms.

  The room is pitch black when I wake… What time is it? I turn to the side, but I can’t see the alarm clock. Am I still in my room? I try to lift my head, but Asher’s arm is wrapped around me, tight. So is his leg for that matter. I take his hand and unravel it from my body. His leg is more difficult. I have to catch my breath after trying to remove his massive leg from around my hip.

  Removing myself from a blanket of Asher, I crawl out of the bed, placing the covers back on top of him.

  Trying to navigate in the darkness, I tiptoe across the room and into the bathroom. The light is too bright, and I contemplate turning it back off.

  I lean over the sink and wash off the heavy eye makeup I wore last night and apply some night cream. I pull the pins out of my hair and shake out the curls. Looking up in the mirror, I assess the damage. Surprisingly, I don’t look that bad. My hair is long and wavy from being pulled up for the gala. My skin is red from sun and sex. Spending an exhilarating night with Alexander Asher seems to agree with me.

  Exhilarating it was. His body is incredible and his mouth can do extraordinary things. Even more extraordinary than the physical were his words. He needed me. He dreamed of me.

  I look back at the woman in the mirror. Yes, she is a woman. A hot, attractive, feral woman.

  Grabbing a soft waffle robe from behind the door, I wrap it around my body. The man may have already devoured my body, but there is still a sense of modesty to be upheld.

  I open the door and am startled to see Asher sitting up i
n bed with the sheet draping across his hip. I want to crawl on top of him. The light from the bathroom casts a heavenly glow. He looks godlike. The hard stare of his eyes boring into mine looks primal.

  I walk across the room to open drapes that lead to the patio overlooking the ocean.

  “Don’t,” he commands.

  “Don’t open the window?” I ask.

  “No. I closed the curtains after you went to sleep.”

  I raise an eyebrow at him. With the bathroom as my only source of light, I scan the room and notice the alarm clock is unplugged. ”Did you also unplug the clock?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why in the world would you do that?”

  “You said I could have you for one night, and I don’t want this night to end.”

  “Alex, this isn’t going to…”

  Asher rises from the bed, standing tall in his naked glory. “Don’t overthink this, Kathryn. We already sinned, and I have no regrets. I just want you, and if I have to make time stand still, I’ll lock myself in this room with you forever.”

  He takes my head in his hands, his thumbs grazing my cheeks, his lips firm and his eyes serious. “Tonight isn’t over. It’s just you and me.”

  Asher leans down. His kiss is soft and gentle, more passionate. I can feel his desire for me, and I reciprocate. I don’t want the night to end either.

  “Shower with me.” I grab his hand and lead him into the bathroom.

  With a boyish grin, he obliges, grabbing a foil packet on the way in. Asher is already naked, so he walks into the massive shower and turns the water on. I can tell it’s hot from the steam that billows out against the glass door. He reaches out his hand and grabs the lapel of my robe and hoists me into the shower with him, robe and all.

  I laugh out loud as he wraps his arms around me and we kiss under the warm water. The weight of my robe grows heavy, and I’m relieved as he unwraps me like a Christmas present and our bodies become one under the steady stream.

  His lovemaking is slower than before, but the intensity is the same. I fall apart in his arms and my legs are jelly once again. I feel as if we were made to pleasure each other.