He's Captured My Heart (Captured Series Book 1) (10 page)

I am unable to move. I lie on the bed, and desperately I try to get my breathing under control, which isn’t happening quickly enough for my liking. Alex lifts himself off the bed, and I can only stare, admiring the view. He makes quick work of unfastening the belt on his jeans, and in one swift motion, he drops his jeans and boxers, leaving me breathless again. Well, I did wonder earlier on today what he would look like without the clothes. The vision in my mind definitely didn’t do the vision standing in front of me any justice.

Alex slowly crawls back up the bed until his face hovers in front of mine. His thick shaft is between my legs, gently teasing my swollen sex. I pull his face towards mine. So much lust in his eyes! As his mouth descends on mine, he lets out a soft groan. He’s still teasing me with sliding movements.

“Alex, please,” I cry.

“Libby, don’t ask me to stop now, because I don’t think I am capable of doing that.”

“No, I need you, all of you.
Now
.”

And with one forceful thrust, he is exactly where I want him—inside me. So deep. Slow in. Slow out. Slow in. Slow out. I wrap my legs round him, telling him without words what I am needing and wanting. His mouth is all over me—my mouth, neck, even my earlobes. This is a man who has done this before.

He adapts the pace. Thrust for thrust, coming quicker. Deeper and deeper. I am building higher and higher. God, I never knew this could feel so good. I thought sex was good before, but this…this night of passion has taken me to a whole new level. Again the pace changes. Quicker now. I match him thrust for thrust. I can see that he’s close, so close, to the edge. I can read it in his face, his eyes ablaze with passion, with pleasure.

A moan escapes me. His hands grip me so tightly against him that there is no room between us. Skin on skin. Mouth on mouth. I am climbing higher and higher, so close to the edge I can feel myself falling. With each thrust now, the pressure builds until I completely and utterly shatter round him, crying out his name. I hear him whispering mine, a strangled moan, and then he collapses on top of me.

He swiftly rolls onto his side, pulling me with him so we are face to face, both of us panting. I am
smiling, almost laughing out loud. Until he starts shouting, that is. “Shit! Fucking hell! Fuck!”

I look at him in alarm. He lowers his voice, at least somewhat. “We shouldn’t have done that. I can’t believe I let it go as far as I did.” He slides off the bed and starts pacing the floor. The pain is etched all over his face.

What the hell have I done to deserve this shouting? Here I was thinking I’ve just had the most amazing sex ever, and I do mean
ever
, with an equally amazing guy. Obviously the feeling wasn’t mutual. I think Alex could give Dr. Jekyll a run for his money with his Mr. Hyde mood swings. I don’t know whether I am coming or going, but I am starting to wish
he
were going.

Straight out the fucking door.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I shout back at him, pulling the covers up round me. I feel as if I need their security.

“Fuck, Libby. Do you need me to spell it out? I didn’t use anything for protection.” He’s shaking his head at me.

“Take a step back. One, I’m on the contraceptive injection and have never missed a shot. And two, I’m clean. So…”—I take a deep breath—“are you trying to tell me there’s a problem at your end?”

“Thank fuck for that,” he says calmly, walking back towards the bed. “No, no problem at my end. I’ve just never been in a situation where I didn’t act rationally.”

That was the answer I was hoping for. God knows what I would have done if he’d said otherwise. Although I do think he needs to explain his last statement.

“Well?” I ask, waiting. “What do you mean by a ‘situation where you didn’t act rationally’? Seriously, after the amazing sex we just had, you’re not trying to tell me you’ve never had sex before, are you?”

“Jesus, Libby! Of course that’s not what I’m saying. It’s just…I didn’t stop to think before we…I’ve never been so affected by anyone.”

Control freak
springs to mind.

“So you’re telling me that everything you do in life, including sex, is planned?”

“The only risks I take are those in business, Libby, nothing else. Until tonight.”

He really needs to stop with the pacing; it’s starting to drive me mad
.

He sits down on the bed with a huge sigh of relief. He brushes the hair off the side of my face, which sends a small, electrifying shock through my core. Such a simple gesture has completely turned me on again. He smiles, sensing what I am thinking, and laughs.

“Baby, I am more than ready for the next round. I hope you are?” His gaze into my eyes is questioning.

I just smile and pull him closer. “I am sure it can be arranged.”

6

EVERY THING IS A
bit hazy. I am so hoping this isn’t a dream. Although if it is, I’m in no hurry to wake up. I am lying in my bed with a gorgeous guy who has both his arms wrapped tightly round my waist, his head resting at the back of my neck. He is still asleep. I want to turn round and watch him, but I’m frightened that if I move, I will wake him.

Would that be such a bad thing? If he woke up, maybe we could continue where we left off during the wee hours of the morning? I don’t even remember falling asleep in his arms. I do remember lots and lots of pleasure. I should get up, but to be honest I am too comfy and content in his arms. I close my eyes again, but I hear a noise. It seems so distant. It’s only after a moment that I realise it’s my phone buzzing.

“Shit!” I say, leaning over to the cabinet to get it. Too late; it’s stopped.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” the voice behind me asks.

I don’t even look at my phone as I place it back on the cabinet and slowly roll over to face him. His arms are still round me. How can he look this good first thing in the morning? There must be some kind of law about it, especially when I know how bad I can look first thing.

“Good morning, yourself.”

A silence hangs in the air between us as we lie face to face, not taking our eyes off each other. He gently strokes the side of my face, leans his head towards me, and places a small kiss on my forehead. He smiles. He looks so damn sexy as he gazes at me.

“Who was on the phone?”

“I don’t know. I never checked”

“So, a question. How are you feeling on this fine morning?” he asks with a mischievous grin.

“I think the answer would have to be ‘exhausted,’” I say, smiling shyly.

He laughs as if he’d known my answer would be along those lines.

“How exhausted?” he asks, pulling me tighter to him and leaning in to kiss me. And just as things are starting to get a bit more heated and interesting between us, another phone interrupts us. His.
Leave it
, I mouth as he picks it up.

Can’t
, he mouths back. “Mathews,” he says. “Ah, good morning, Phil.”

“As in my dad?” I whisper. Alex nods.

“Sure, Phil, I can meet for breakfast shortly. Just let me grab a quick shower. I’ll see you then.” With that, he hangs up.

“So, breakfast with my dad. You’d better not keep him waiting,” I say. I plant a soft kiss on his lips. “God, what time is it anyway? I better get a move on too.”

“It’s going on eight,” he says, getting up and out of the bed. “I’d better head to my room shower and change.”

“You could always shower with me.”

“Oh, Libby, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Do you? You were the one who just said I shouldn’t keep your father waiting. And if I get in a shower with you, it’s going to take a whole lot longer than ten minutes.”

He picks up the clothes that are scattered on the floor and dresses quickly as I look on. What a sight. I smile. I could watch him all day. With that thought, my phone rings, and Alex smiles as he picks it up and passes it to me.

“Your dad.”

“For the love of god. What does he want with me?”

“If you answer it, Libby, you might just find out.” He’s smirking at me, the smart arse.

“Morning, Dad.”

“Morning, Libby. Would you like to join Alex Mathews and me for breakfast?” he asks.

“Dad, I’ve just woken up, and I need to take a shower, do my hair, and get dressed,” I say, staring at Alex.

“Libby, honey, I think you should. It might help you get back on the right footing with Alex,” Dad says. “It might make things easier, having me there. You said it was very awkward yesterday.”
Awkward. If only he knew the half of it. Shit!
.

“Okay, Dad. Give me thirty minutes tops. And will you order an omelette for me?”

“Yes, honey. See you shortly.”

“So, breakfast should be interesting, don’t you think, Libby?” Alex heads to the door with a smug grin on his face. “See you soon.”

He’s gone. Oh. My. God. How can I sit beside Alex and my dad without my dad picking up on things between Alex and me? I can’t do it. I need to call him and cancel…but then he’ll think there’s something wrong. Whatever I do, I won’t win. What a dilemma. God, this is going to be hard. What possessed me to let things get carried away between us?

I have what has to be the quickest shower in my life, in and out with hair washed in under five minutes. I head to the wardrobe and start sifting through the hangers. I know what I want to wear; I’m just hoping it’s here. Finally. Why is it that when you are looking for something and in a hurry, it’s always the last thing you get to?

My red shift dress. I pull it on and slide my feet into black heels. I glance at the time. Not really enough time left to do my hair, but needs must. So I spend a good fifteen minutes blow-drying my hair to bring it under some sort of control. The end result is better than I expected, although I do pin the front back to keep it off my face. A quick look in the mirror to make sure I am presentable: I suppose I will do.

On my way to breakfast, I call reception and leave word for Kieran to call me as soon as he’s in. Hopefully if things are uncomfortable during breakfast, Kieran will be my excuse to leave. That’s my plan, and I’m sticking to it.

As I enter the large room, one of the waiting staff stops me for a chat. I’m not really listening to what the girl is saying; I’m too busy scanning the room. I spot those gorgeous, brown eyes staring at me, and I flush as a slow smile spreads across Alex’s face. I stand hypnotized by his gaze, ignoring the poor girl in front of me.

He’s sitting by the window with my father and Michael, whose eyes are going back and forth between mine and Alex’s. Shit, Michael must know. My dad looks as if he’s in full conversation, then stops suddenly, looks at Alex, and follows the direction of Alex’s gaze straight to me.

I walk away from the girl and mumble, “Thanks. Bye.” As I get closer to the table, Dad stands to greet me, and the other two men follow suit.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Dad says. With a touch of concern, he adds, “Are you all right? You look tired. Or are you unwell?”

“I’m fine. Just a bit tired. I didn’t get a great sleep…new surroundings and all that,” I reply, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Michael lets out a small cough. Oh, he knows, all right. Awkward.

“Morning—Alex, Michael,” I say, taking a seat next to my father and opposite Alex.

“Morning, Libby. That’s such a shame that you didn’t get a good sleep,” Alex says, with a hint of a smile. Michael, on the other hand, seems to choke on thin air. This could get embarrassing.

“Have a drink,” Alex says to Michael with a stern look.

“We’ve already ordered. I got you a cheese, ham, and mushroom omelette. That’s okay, isn’t it?” Dad asks as he pours some orange juice into a glass in front of me.

“Yes, that’s fine.”

The three men continue their conversation—work-related nattering about schedules and meetings. I find myself not following their words but drifting into my own daydream. One that involves Alex and a steaming-hot bubble bath.
I’m enjoying a nice, relaxing soak in the tub. I open my eyes when he enters the bathroom with a wicked grin on his face. He kneels down at the end of the bath and reaches his hands down into the water, then starts gently massaging my shoulders. I close my eyes. After a few moments, he ever so slowly starts to move his hands down the front of my neck, heading south, stopping on my breasts. He starts to massage them as well. Oh, the sheer pleasure…

“Libby!” I hear my father’s raised voice. “You were a million miles away. You’ve not heard a word that’s been said to you.”

“Sorry,” I say with a shrug. I can feel myself blush as three sets of eyes stare at me. With a quick look down, I realise my breakfast is already in front of me. I lift my eyes back up, and the only one who is still staring at me is Alex. Of course he would be.

You okay?
he mouths at me. I just nod and pick up my fork to start eating.

The men are still talking, and I do try to follow them this time. But something doesn’t quite add up for me. Or maybe it does. After all, it did cross my mind yesterday. It suddenly hits me what business they are doing together.

“Please, for the love of god, tell me you are not selling this place to him!” I say rather loudly to my father. So that’s the grand plan—sell the estate! My grandfather would be turning in his grave.

“For goodness sake, keep your voice down,” Dad says sharply.

I can’t believe Dad would sell this place off. It’s been in the family for years. And no wonder Alex was so keen on hearing about its history.

“So, is it true? Am I right?”

“No, Libby. You’re way off the mark. I’m not the slightest bit interested in buying this place. My business in the UK has nothing to do with this hotel. I’m interested in a casino group. The chain I am looking into has gone into administration. You will have probably heard about the company in the news, it’s been all over the media.”

“Libby, my job is to make sure we get enough PR for Alex both through his business and charitable dealings. Alex has a certain…shall we say…
celebrity
status in America, and I would like to ensure that he has the same here in the UK,” Dad says in his best reassuring voice. “So I’m giving you fair warning. I’m informing the press today of Alex’s business dealings in the UK, so there will be a lot of interest in him very soon. You should expect the press to be there at the football match on Saturday and here on Sunday as well. Good PR is all about getting the right coverage at the right times.”