He's Captured My Heart (Captured Series Book 1) (9 page)

Kirsty: Give me a call when you have time xx Kirsty: I so hope you will call me. I want to know how it went xx

Kirsty: SO HELP ME GOD, LIBBY! CALL ME.

NOW GETTING WORRIED.

I better call her. Kirsty and her capital letters. There are also a couple of texts and calls from the same number.

Alex: I have your number. It’s only fair you save mine. Alex

Alex: I’ve called a few times. I hope you’re not ignoring me

Just as I finish reading his last message, my phone beeps. There’s another message from Alex.

Alex: I need to see you. I am on my way

I send Kirsty a quick text.

Kirsty: I will call in the morning. My battery died. Everything’s OK but have loads to tell you xx

Why is Alex coming to my room? Whatever the reason, I’m sure it could have waited until the morning…unless he just wanted to see me. That thought seems crazy. I hurry round my room picking things up and trying to put them all away quickly. Although I’m not sure why—he won’t be in my bedroom. Whatever has to be said can be said in the sitting room. One of the benefits of being in a suite.

When I hear a slight knock at my door, I answer, not even noticing I have several pairs of lacy underwear in my hand until Alex smiles. I must be really foolish. I smile and let him enter my sitting room. Closing the door behind him, I turn to find him standing only feet away, gazing at me. I hold his gaze for as long as I can, but it only fuels the attraction between us, fanning the flames, and I have to look away.

“Libby?” Alex starts to say.

“Give me a sec. Let me put my…er,
things
away.” I turn and head to my bedroom. Alex nods.

I open a drawer of the dresser and throw the underwear in, then stand staring in the mirror. I close my eyes and take in a long, deep breath. I don’t need to open my eyes to know that he’s followed me into the room. I sense him. He’s getting closer to me. I can smell him. It’s hard to describe—a sweet, rich, masculine scent. I’ve not even heard his footsteps coming across the floor. So silent, like a predator creeping up on its prey.

I can feel how close he is as he leans in. I feel his breath against the back of my ear. Then it travels ever so slowly to the nape of my neck. I know what he’s doing. This is sheer torture of a pleasurable kind. He’s tormenting me on purpose.
Don’t think I can take much more of this. But I don’t think I can move either
. My brain has shut down. I should tell him to go; that would be the right thing to do. But the parts of my
body that have lain dormant for the past few months won’t let me speak.

He slowly slips one hand round my waist as he trails small kisses along my neck. My head automatically tilts to one side to give him more access. His other hand starts at my neck, and with gentle strokes, he starts working his fingers down my back, then up again. I can’t even bring myself to open my eyes.

I must be dreaming. I’ve only known this gorgeous man who is standing behind me for…how long? Not even a day. This can only be a dream.

“Libby, please. Open. Your. Eyes. And. Turn. Round,” he says in between the kisses that he’s placing on my neck.

I don’t want to do as I am told because at this moment I am quite content where I am. And I am also a bit afraid that he won’t finish what he has started.

He stops kissing me. “Libby, please?”

I shake my head, and still my eyes refuse to open.

“I need you to look at me. What’s wrong? One minute you’re right here with me, nice and relaxed, and now I can feel tension in your whole body. If I’ve done something wrong, please just tell me.”

Slowly I open my eyes. I stare at our reflections in the mirror. So it’s not been a dream after all. He is here with me, and the look in his eyes tells me he wants me just as much as I want him. I feel the tension leave my body only to be replaced by another feeling
altogether. A desire for Alex. A hunger. He must feel it too as he pulls me in tighter. That’s when I know he wants me. I can feel his hard erection against me.

I try hard to give nothing away in my reflection, but all hope of that is gone. I need to get my breathing back under control before I speak.

“You can’t fight this, Libby. This is going to happen,” he says quietly.

After a few moments, I turn to face him. I think I am almost able to speak now. He keeps both his hands wrapped tightly round me, stroking my back. I know this is wrong on so many levels. God, I don’t even know him. Earlier, I push thoughts of that to the back of my mind. Then there’s the business he’s doing with my dad. My dad—he
so
won’t be happy about this.

“What if I don’t want to fight this?” I find myself saying. I put my arms round his neck and pull him towards me.

It’s been a day filled with surprises, so why do my words shock even me? But at least Alex is smiling as he tilts his head. Our lips meet, so gentle and slow. He tastes divine. He might be prepared to take this slowly, but I don’t think I can. I have an overwhelming need to up the pace; I try to deepen the kiss as I run my hands through his soft, silky hair. But he slowly pulls away from me and takes a step back, although he’s still holding on to me by my shoulders. My arms fall to the side of my body.

What the…? I knew this was too good to be true. He’s just playing with me
.

“Libby, please don’t rush this. I want to savour the moment with you. I’ve thought of nothing else but you since I first saw you in person in the gym this morning. And I intend to enjoy every moment of it.” He runs his hands up my back and then trails his fingers along the nape of my neck, back and forth, back and forth. The sensations running through my body I can’t put into words.

Instead, the words I say are a question. “What do you mean, ‘in person’?”

“Well, I have to admit that I feel like I’ve known you for months. Through all my calls and meetings with your father, I’ve learned all about you…and Ethan, of course. And I have to admit that I have been looking forward to meeting you.” He’s smiling at me playfully. “Now if you’ll let me, that’s what I want to do. I want to savour this moment with you.”

Even if I wanted to say no, I can’t. My emotions are overruling my head. Not a good sign.

“So what exactly are you waiting for? The invitation won’t get any better. I’ve not thrown you out. You’re still here.”

He stands staring, eyes ablaze. If I looked hard enough, I’m sure I would see the flames. Flames of passion. That’s what I’m thinking as he pulls me in tight against his body. Once again I feel his erection. He leans down, his kiss much more demanding than
his last. His tongue meets mine. I can only respond with a soft moan.
I could kiss this beautiful man all day
.

The pace has definitely picked up. He’s squeezing me tighter against his body. His hands seem to have a mind of their own, traveling up and down my back, caressing my neck, my shoulders, my backside. My own hands are doing a fair bit of traveling, from his soft hair to his back to his strong shoulders and then down the front of his muscular chest to the hem of his T-shirt. My hands stop there at the hem, and I take hold of it and gently pull upwards. Our lips break contact, but we never break eye contact. He nods in approval of what I am about to do. We really need to lose the T-shirt. He dips his head so I can pull it off. I take a step back to enjoy the view.
What a body
. I smile, remembering one of my earlier thoughts.

“You seem to have a wicked smile on your beautiful face. Care to enlighten me, Libby?”

I can only shake my head and grin in response; I’d like to keep that secret to myself for the time being. He steps out of his shoes, one at a time, then bends down and ever so slowly removes each of his socks. And still his eyes are on mine. I know he wants to savour the moment, but this is torture. I need him, and I need him
now
.

“Well, Miss Stewart. It seems you are wearing far too much clothing. Turn around. It’s about time we got you out of that dress, don’t you think?”

I nod and slowly turn round. He lays his hands on my shoulders and places a small kiss at the nape of my neck, at the same time drawing in a long, deep breath.

“Ah, Libby, you smell so sweet.”

His voice and touch will be my undoing. My need is building, the pressure growing deep within me. Slowly his right hand moves from my shoulder and glides to the zip at the back of my dress. He takes the zip between his fingers and slowly pulls it down; at the same time, he trails small kisses down my now-exposed spine. My eyes are closed. I am completely lost in the moment. I sense him bending down at my back. Good lord, what is he going to do now?

His hands are on my ankles. He starts working his way up, massaging my legs, higher, higher…higher. I’ve never experienced sensations, emotions, like these before. Wanted. Sexy. Nervous. Jeff never made me feel this good about myself. No, thoughts of Jeff have to go. His hands are back at the hem of my dress. In slow motion he starts to lift my dress up as he stands. I am positive it would have been quicker to step out of the dress, but…

“Arms?”

I lift up my arms so he can completely remove my dress, which he tosses on the floor. I glance down at myself. I have indeed got on matching white lace underwear. I feel a bit embarrassed standing in just my underwear in front of a man I barely know.

He unhooks my bra and slides the straps off my shoulders and then lets it drop to the floor. It’s not just my breathing that’s out of control now as his hands slide round my waist and over my tummy and travel upwards. They stop on my breasts, gently cupping them both as he nuzzles my neck. And if I’m not mistaken, the moan I hear this time is not coming from me.

“Turn around. I want to see you.”

I slowly turn. He stands gazing at me for what seems an eternity, but it can only be a few seconds. Suddenly I feel shy; I can feel the colour rush over my cheeks. I have an urgent need to cover up.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he says with a warm smile. “I can feel all the tension in your body. You are an extremely beautiful young woman with an incredibly sexy body. Please, relax. We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do.” I know he’s trying to reassure me, but I’ve never left myself this open and exposed to any man.

He leans down and places a quick, soft kiss on my lips. He has one arm round my neck. With one quick move, he slides the other arm beneath my legs. He’s lifting me up and walking the short distance to my bed, where he places me down gently, as if I were made of glass, and he’s trying not to break me. He lies down beside me, resting his chin on his left arm. With his right he pulls me closer and tighter towards him. Closing the distance.

I reach out and take his chin in my hands as I make eye contact, suggesting by the smile on my face what I am about to do. But I don’t get the chance; his lips are on mine first with passion and lust. Consuming me.
So much hunger
. The kiss deepens, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, exploring. There’s no soft, slow approach this time.

“Libby, you and I are going to be so good together.”

He’s holding himself on top of me, running a hand up and down my chest, each time pausing on my breast for a few moments. My heart is pounding. His lips leave mine but continue with a kissing assault down my neck. I tilt my neck and moan at the same time. This feels too good. He continues traveling with his lips until they reach my breast. I can feel his teeth against my nipple pulling slightly, but it’s not painful. He continues licking and sucking until I can hardly take the throbbing any more. Then he switches to the other breast and repeats the same torture-pleasure.

Just when I am on the edge again, his lips move and continue with their travels down my navel.
Oh, I see where this is heading
. With only a simple raise of his eyebrows and the intensity of those beautiful eyes, he is seeking my permission to continue. I can only nod. In one quick motion, my knickers have been removed.

Bright, brown eyes look straight at me as he continues; he extends his tongue and slowly starts to
lick at my swollen sex. My eyes close, but I can still feel his gaze burning through me. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Just as the pressure is starting to build, he inserts one finger, then two, inside me and starts moving them slowly. But I need the pace quickened. As if on cue, the pace picks up and takes me right over the edge in what I can only describe as an earth-shattering orgasm. I cry out.

“Alex,” I start to say, but he just presses a finger to my lips to stop me.

“Libby, I told you we would be good together, and it’s about to get so much better.”