by Claire Gough
“Alex… We have rules.” His voice is full of authority, which just makes me want him more. I can see the battle he's fighting with himself right now, too, but his hands still hold onto my wrists.
“I know, Mitch. They’re my rules. I made them. I can choose to break them.” I look at my hands, trying to break free of his grasp. I can’t. I look back up at his face. His expression is so serious right now.
“I don’t want you to do anything you'll regret, Alex. You already mean too much to me.” He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. “I’d hate for you to look back on our time together and regret one single second of it.” He slowly releases my hands, as if to let me decide for myself.
“I thought tomorrow morning was going to be the last time I’d ever see you. Now…” I sigh, tossing my hair back over my shoulder, looking into his golden eyes. “Now I think I’d regret not doing this with you. I’d hate to let you slip out of my life and wonder what it would have been like to be with you.”
He sighs a little, a hint of a smile on his lips.
I reach for the bottom of my top and pull it over my head, throwing it onto the floor somewhere. Fin sucks in a breath as he grasps my waist. I lean back down touching his lips with mine again. He groans softly. My skin feels so sensitive with his hands exploring it, like I wish they had been all week. Each touch sends my temperature higher. My hands travel to the top of his jeans again. This time, he lets me start undoing them. My heart does flips in my chest when I realise this is going to happen. The more he touches my skin, the less I could actually stop him, even if I wanted to.
He pulls away from my lips and suddenly flips me over. I’m now flat on my back, looking up at him. He kneels over me, pulling his black t-shirt over his head.
Holy shit!
My breath catches as I take in every detail of his body. The few dark hairs littering his broad chest and travelling down to his navel match his lovely chestnut hair I’ve been admiring all week. I reach out to touch his body, running my hands from his waist up his chest, like I’ve been dying to do since I saw him topless last night.
He closes his eyes and leans down, my hands gliding over the soft skin of his back. I feel all his muscles tense as he trails soft kisses along my jawline and down my chest.
My eyes close, my heart stuttering in my chest every time those full, gorgeous lips graze over my skin. When I feel his hands on the button of my jeans, my breathing stops. My eyes fly open as he lifts his lips off my skin. His eyes meet mine when he grasps the waistband of my jeans. I lift my hips off the bed so he can slowly slide them down. He pulls them off, throwing them…somewhere. He stops and studies me.
“God, Alex. You’re so beautiful.” His eyes trail over my body as he studies me in my little blue underwear set. I’m so glad I chose to wear matching today!
He tilts his head to the side as his fingertips gently graze the inside of my thigh. He bites his lip and watches me practically panting.
He crawls back up my body. His lips crash to mine, like he can’t live another second without them. I moan, my fingers gripping his back when his tongue starts to massage mine. I want him so badly! My hands glide down his back, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. His lips smile against mine as I do my best to push them down, but can’t. He lifts his weight off me and wiggles out of them, kicking them off the end of the bed.
He turns back to me. He leans down to kiss me, but I push him up until he’s kneeling over me. He rests back on his heels, watching me with a frown. I reach around to my bra clasp. Fin smiles a little as he leans toward me until I can feel the heat of his body on mine. I look up at him, forgetting what I am doing. His arms slide around me, moving my hands out of the way. I stare into his eyes as he slowly undoes my bra.
He gently pulls the straps down my arms, his lips gently grazing my left shoulder. His lips are so gentle, goosebumps break out over my skin. I close my eyes. He is so intoxicating. His right hand glides up my back to my neck and tangles in my hair, pulling it back so his lips can move down my neck. Each kiss makes me gasp a little until his lips move over my jawline and finally back to my mouth. I moan as he crawls over me, making me lie back down on the bed. His hands rest on either side of my head.
He stares into my eyes for a long moment, running his thumb over my cheek. It’s like he knows whatever he’s about to do is crossing a line we can’t come back from and is asking permission…or challenging me to stop him. I can’t stop him… I don’t want to stop him. With my arms around him, I hold him to me tightly. His smiles slightly, then places his lips on my chin, down my neck, down my chest…
Oh god…
His lips move over my right breast. My breath starts to come in short bursts as he takes my nipple in his mouth. His tongue gently caresses it as his other hand squeezes my left breast. My body arches toward him. All I feel is his tongue over my now swollen nipple. When his teeth graze it, I gasp.
“Shit!”
My fingernails dig into his shoulders. His lips can drive me crazy at the best of times, but right now, they are almost unbearable. He gently bites again, making my body arch off the bed.
When he stops, I let out a frustrated moan. I don’t want him to stop. My whole body arches toward his lips, like every inch of me craves them. His mouth trails over my collarbone, back up my neck to meet mine. I push my hand through his hair.
He pulls away and kneels over me again. He reaches for the waistband of my underwear. He pauses to look at me, his face serious and sexy. The corners of his lips twitch as he watches my body’s reaction, as if making sure I haven’t changed my mind. He slowly pulls my underwear over my thighs, then drops them to the floor.
His eyes rake over me, as if adding this image to his memory. To be honest, that is exactly what I’m doing right now as I stare at him. The curve of his waist, the mysterious V leading down into his boxers, those amazing arms that I have felt so safe in.
I can’t quite believe this is happening. I’ve broken both my rules in one night.
He slips one hand between my knees, forcing them apart, then crawls between them. I slide my hands over his skin, feeling that amazing electricity again. I keep my eyes on his as I run my hands over his back to the top of his boxers. I tuck my fingers into the waistband, watching as he closes his eyes. I slowly push them down as far as I can, then he shuffles them the rest of the way off. They soon join the growing pile of clothes on my bedroom floor.
He smiles at me softly. My heart pounds throughout my body. I think I can hear it. I think even he can hear it. He goes to kiss me once more, but stops.
“Shit…,” he breathes out, then chuckles as he drops his forehead to my chest.
I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. “Top drawer.”
He lifts his head and sighs, looking at the bedside table. He shifts to the side, opening the drawer. I hear him rummaging around, then cringe when I remember where they are.
“Inside the birthday card.”
Embarrassed, I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to see his questioning gaze as he pulls the condoms from inside a birthday card Bailey bought me earlier in the year. Right now, I’m thankful she did; otherwise, this might not be happening at all.
I hear the sound of a foil wrapper and open my eyes, seeing him positioning himself on top of me again. His face is an inch from mine and all I can see is the gold colour of his eyes. It’s almost as if he’s looking into me. His hands on either side of my head cage me in. He gently touches my cheek, moving a stray blonde hair off my face. He kisses me, but this one feels different. It’s not urgent or rushed. It’s soft and full of compassion, full of…feeling.
He pulls away, his bottom lip lingering on mine. My hand drifts up into the back of his hair, my other hand wrapped around his back.
“Alex…,” he whispers, shaking his head slightly, like he’s at a loss for words. He plants a soft kiss next to my mouth, then my chin, before looking into my eyes once more.
When I nod, his lips meet mi
ne again. Every inch of my body tingles, like it’s alive for the first time. I feel him adjust as his lips fall to the curve in my neck.
I gasp as I feel him slide into me, my hands gripping his hair. He pulls back and stares into my eyes. We stay still for a second. Whatever the electricity is between us when we kiss, it’s nothing compared to the way he feels inside me. I’m pretty sure he's just wrecked me for any guy who’s going to want to date me after he's gone.
He starts to move his hips slowly, almost teasingly. Our bodies seem to fit perfectly together. His lips skim over my skin soft down my neck to my shoulder, making me groan. His teeth gently graze my shoulder as he moves his hips harder, faster.
“God, Fin,” I moan into his ear. His takes hold of my cheek and closes his eyes for a second.
“Jesus, Alexis.”
I know I’ve broken rule one. I’ve completely fallen for him, and I love the feeling.
Seriously, who am I kidding? I fell for him long before tonight. Feeling him inside me just made it so much easier to admit.
My hands grip onto the hot, perspiring skin of his back. I moan his name just as his lips move down my collarbone and his hips move even faster.
“Jesus, Fin!” I push my mouth into his shoulder to quiet my cries. He moans as I gently bite his skin, his movements never faltering.
He rests his forehead on mine. My hands cling to his back, as if I can’t get enough of him. I want even more of him.
“Alexis…”
My back arches off the bed at the sexy sound. I love how he says my name, but hearing him moan it while he’s enjoying my body is just incredible.
He pants as he roughly kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my shoulder. I squeeze my legs around him, the feelings in my body building and building. I can hardly breathe from the sensations.
His head on mine, his eyes stare into mine briefly before he closes them.
“Fuck!” he curses loudly.
He opens his eyes, studying my face as I grip his back tighter and tighter, nails scratching his skin. He groans loudly, panting as he pounds harder and harder.
“Fuck, Alex.” He shifts his weight to one side, sliding a hand down my body, stopping between my legs. His finger moves in slow, sensual circles over my clit, making my whole body tighten.
“Shit!”
He starts moving faster. My eyes close when I feel the tension building. He slams harder inside me, making me tumble over the edge, loud moans tumbling from my lips.
Oh…my…god!
I feel every single muscle in his body tense and contract as my body shakes under his touch. “Mitch…”
“Shit, Alex,” he breathes out.
I feel him swell inside me, the tension leaving his body as he groans and shakes. He collapses on top of me, neither of us moving.
This moment is perfect… He's perfect. His head rests in the curve of my shoulder, his breath coming in gasps, feeling warm against the skin of my neck. I feel soft gentle kisses grazing my neck, making me smile.
“God, you’re amazing,” he whispers into my ear, sending shivers through me, then lifts his head up to smile at me. He kisses my lips once more and rolls off me and onto his back. I roll onto my side to rest my head on his hot chest.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a soft voice, his arm wrapping around me.
I smile. “Mitch, I’m more than okay.”
“You called me Mitch.” He moves a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Yes, I did.” I bite my lip, worried he might not like that.
“I mean during sex… You called me Mitch.”
“I know I did.” I freeze. Okay, I’m starting to panic a little. I know I probably shouldn’t have called him Mitch, but I couldn’t help it. I think it suits him. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
He laughs. “Don’t be sorry, Alex. It was sexy as hell.” He pulls my face up to kiss me.
I pull back. “I thought you might hate me for it.”
He smiles. “Definitely not.”
I move out of his reach to sit on the edge of the bed. I see the disappointment on his face, but I should probably shower.
“Well, I bet no other girl has ever called you Mitch in bed before.” I smirk at him as he rolls onto his side to watch me search for my clothes, which are scattered across the floor.
“True, but that’s because no other girl has ever known my name before, Alex.”
I stare at him over my shoulder. He has never told anyone else his name before? I’m trying not to read too much into it, but I can’t help it.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” I slide off the bed and walk to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and lean on it, replaying every glorious second of what just happened. A goofy grin forms on my lips.
My eyes fill with tears as the grin slides from my lips. I have completely fallen for somebody who’s leaving! If I would have stuck to my rules and not had sex with him, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much.
Even as I think it, I know it’s total crap! It would have still hurt. Maybe more because I would have regretted not sleeping with him. I wouldn’t change what just happened. It was amazing. I never knew sex could feel like that.
I turn the shower on. It’s not long before hot steam fills the room.
I step into the tub and place my head under the hot spray. It feels so good. I bite my lip and replay everything once again. I record it all to memory—every word, every move, every kiss, every sexy groan, the look on Mitch’s face.
God, I already want him again. This is crazy!
I put my right hand against the wall, needing the support. To be honest, I don’t know how I managed to walk to the bathroom on my shaky legs.
I know I’ve been standing here too long. I just needed a moment to savour every single second of our time together. Right from when he told me his first name to when I stepped into this shower, every second of it will stay with me long aft—
What was that?!
I lift my head from under the stream of water just in time to see the shower curtain twitch. I feel a pair of hands slide around my waist, making me shiver. I bite my lip as I look at the arms now holding me.
“Mitch…” I smile and turn to face him.
“I thought we could save time and water and shower together.” He smiles, stepping closer until he’s under the water. I know I’m not going to get any sleep tonight at all. I look at him as he forces me back against the cold tiles. I watch the water trickle down that chest, those arms. He tilts his head back so it runs down his face, then looks at me again, water dripping off those amazing lips. Yep, I’m definitely not getting much sleep tonight. I really couldn’t care less! I’m sure I could go without sleep right now, but I’m not sure I could go without him.
I still feel like this is all a dream. How could it be anything else? I check myself in the mirror. My hair’s damp and I have a tiny bit of makeup on. Yep, I’m good to go.
I open the bathroom door and freeze. Mitch is standing in front of the photo of my parents. He's obviously been up to his room to grab some clothes. Now in a pair of yellow shorts and a black vest top as I stand and watch Mitch. He's wearing black jogging bottoms and nothing else. His hands are in his pockets as he studies the photo. He looks so calm, so peaceful.
He turns and sees me in the doorway. He gives me a small smile and holds his hand out to me.
“Come here, Lexi.”
I frown as I walk over to him. “Lexi?”
“Well, I figured if you’re calling me Mitch now, you need your own name too. Lexi.”
“Lexi...” I pause to think it over. “I like it.”
“My Lexi.”
I slide my hand into his and he turns me, wrapping his arms around me. I rest my hands on his arms and lean my head back onto his shoulder. He plants a kiss in my damp hair as he holds me to him. We stand looking at my parents for a moment.
“I think your dad and I would have gotten along great,” he says, his words muffled in my hair.
“
I think so, but why do you think that?” I ask, frowning.
“While cooking your breakfast this morning, Jill told me about your parents.”
My chest tightens. “Why were you talking about my parents?” I feel the familiar ache in my stomach.
“Well, when I walked in and greeted your mom’s photo, Jill just started telling me about them.”
“You talked to my mom’s photo in front of my aunt?” I ask, still looking at the photo.
“Of course. I have to be respectful of them, especially now that I’ve just taken advantage of their daughter.” He kisses my head. I try to turn around to face him, but he holds me tightly.
“Wait, Mitch. Advantage? That so not the right—”
He shushes me. It’s hard to think there was a time I thought that was all this was between us. Him trying to take advantage of me. Now I don’t believe that to be true at all.
“I know. I know.” His thumb strokes my shoulder tenderly. I rest my head against him again.
We silently study the photo. I can’t concentrate. His bare chest on my back is warm and inviting. I can feel his heart beating through my thin top.
“Jill said your dad was a huge fan of The Shadows. I could just see us talking about his vinyl collection.” I hear the smile in his voice.
My eyes fill with tears. My dad had a huge vinyl collection! How had I forgotten that? Every Sunday, my mom would cook dinner and my dad would play his records. I used to sit with him for hours as he read the paper and listened to them.
I remember one Sunday. Seeing my dad stood with his hands in his pockets, looking out the front window, tapping his foot to the music and telling me how you “won’t ever find better music anywhere”.
I remember Mom letting me wash the dishes. When you’re seven, washing up is fun. It means you get to play in bubbles and have a tiny little bit of responsibility.
“Hey, are you okay?” Fin turns me to face him. I hadn’t realised I was crying, my tears landing on his bare arms.
