“How did you get in, Alexander?” she gasped with shock as he got up from the rug. Eva’s eyes widened realizing her intentions and she rushed to close the bedroom door. In her towel-clad state, she couldn’t allow him inside at all!
“I have my ways, Eva!” he stated in a low whisper, already at the door before she could reach it.
“Please wait while I change into something,” she said, her face flushing with color at seeing his hot gaze roam all over her body.
“What’s the need? I’ve seen you before?” His husky voice, his dark dilated eyes, and his erratic breathing made the butterflies flutter inside his stomach.
“That was long ago. Please step out for a moment, will you?” she tried once more, but he just entered her room, slowly approaching her, one step at a time. With his gaze fixed upon her, Eva was rooted to the spot as if hypnotized by his blazing eyes. As he neared, realization struck her and she stepped backward with every forward step he took until her back touched the wall behind her.
Trapped she contemplated running back into the washroom again before Alexander could start tormenting her. Although she had wanted this since last night, all her courage flew out of the window at that moment. It was an unknown territory, and she was apprehensive, shy, and suddenly acutely aware of herself.
“Eve!” His soft breathless whisper caught her attention, and she gazed back at him as he came to stop inches away from her.
“Alexander, we shouldn’t.” Her voice trailed off when he placed his finger on her soft dewy lips to quieten her. Eva’s breath hitched, and she gazed back at him, wondering what he would do next. His finger traced her lips, and he leaned toward her, obviously not in the mood to back off. He needed her like he needed oxygen to breathe. Having dreamed of this for days, he had done a lot of hard work to get a duplicate set of keys made to his apartment. How could he let this opportunity go? With his body ablaze with desire, he was helpless and totally losing control.
His hand trailed to her cheek, and Eva leaned into his touch. It was an involuntary reaction that encouraged him to trail his finger down her neck to her exposed shoulder, damp and glistening from a shower. Unable to take in the torture, she shivered against him as goose bumps covered her body. Her taut, aroused nip*les stood to attention, straining against the soft towel, drawing his attention towards them.
“I need you so much, Eva. You’re all I’ve been dreaming of for the last ten years! You’re so innocent, so beautiful. I know I don’t deserve you, or this moment we are sharing, but I can’t stay away from you any longer. Will you ease me from his longing, this constant heartache? “Will you let me make love to you, please?” Eva gazed back at him, her heart melting at his plea. All her inhibitions eased away, and she unbuttoned his shirt, one at a time, in slow motion, her eyes holding his gaze. His eyes glittered with excitement as he realized his intentions. She eased the shirt off his body and touched his chest, making him groan with a need so intense that he lost all his self-control. At that moment, he was desperate to have her. All of her! Not just stolen kisses anymore.
Caging her in his arms, he smashed his lips to hers, his hand trailing down to her thighs, exposed from the short towel. Eva wrapped her arms around her shoulders while her entire body flashed hot with need, and a low throaty moan escaped her. It seemed as if he instinctively knew where exactly to touch her, to bring her at the brink of a release. While his mouth plundered her sweetness, his fingers inched their way under her towel between her legs.
A gasp of pure pleasure escaped her lips as her fingers found her moist opening. “So wet!” he groaned, hoisting her leg, wrapping it around him, and sliding two fingers inside her.
“Alexander, please,” she moaned as he thrust deeply into her, building up a rhythm.
“Is this what you want, Eva?” he murmured, his mouth traveling to her neck, dipping low to the soft swell of her exposed breasts.
“Yes, please. Don’t stop, Alexander!” she whispered hoarsely, and he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of her while his mouth feasted on her neck and cleavage. His touch alone was enough to make her experience her second explosive release. Her eyes closed, and she staggered, clasping onto her shoulders firmly to support her trembling body. Alexander pulled the towel gently, and it fell into a heap on the floor, leaving her exposed to his hungry eyes. Picking her up effortlessly in his arms, he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently on it.
Eva’s eyes fluttered open, and she watched him unbutton his jeans, easing it out of him, slowly, as if giving her a strip show. Eva’s breath hitched at seeing how well-endowed he was despite the sexy black briefs covering him. She watched him ease it out of him, exposing his thick, throbbing erection for her virgin eyes.
“Do you want to touch it?” he whispered, seeing the lust-filled look in her eyes for the first time. Eva blushed and looked away at being caught gaping at his magnificent male pride! “I’m all yours, baby. Please touch me.” He joined her on the bed, lying down beside her. Picking up her hand, he placed it over his throbbing hardness, a moan of intense pleasure escaping his mouth at her touch. He guided her and soon she picked up, pleasing him in a way he had never dreamed of. Finally, when she took him in her mouth, he lost his composure.
“Stop!” He frantically extricated himself while she watched him, looking a little guilty.
“Sorry! Did I hurt you?” Alexander shook his head with a tender smile, knowing how innocent she was.
“You can never hurt me. “I don’t want to spill here before getting any action.” At that point, his mobile phone range, but he simply ignored it and eased on top of her, lowering his mouth to her right breast and tracing her perky nip*le with his tongue. Eva fisted at his soft silky hair, moaning with pleasure, but his phone again buzzed with an incoming call.
“Answer it. Maybe it’s important,” Eva urged. Alexander ignored the call and gave attention to her left breast instead. He knew who was calling him since the afternoon. It was Beatrix. He should have switched off his phone before coming here. His phone buzzed again, and he raised his head and looked at a frowning Eva. He could sense that she knew who was calling him.
“I think you should attend to it, Alexander.” She got up and went to her closet to get her clothes, the magic totally lost now. Frustrated, he wore his clothes while his phone kept on ringing in the living room.
“Is it Beatrix calling you?” asked Eva before heading towards the kitchen.
“Yes, but I’m not taking her call.” Eva felt relieved that she didn’t completely lose herself to him tonight. That would complicate matters between them. He might regret it later when he was married to Beatrix.
“I’ll make us dinner.” She entered the kitchen, but her phone kept on buzzing after every minute, and finally, Alexander accepted the call. Eva sighed and concentrated on the task at hand. Beatrix was his fiancee, and she had no right to interfere in their matters.
“Yes, I just returned from London. I’m staying over at a friend’s house tonight. I’m not going anywhere tomorrow. “I’ll see you the day after.” She could hear Alexander argue with Beatrix and sighed. So he was planning to spend the day with her, after all.
“Not Beatrix. You can’t come here. I told you I’ll see you later. Yes, I’m aware of Fairfield’s divorce case. What else do you have to discuss? I’m sure it can wait. Good night.”
Alexander disconnected the call and stared at the phone. How did Beatrix know he was here? Who could have informed her?
Eva emerged from the kitchen and sat down beside him. “Are you going to the office tomorrow?”
“No, tomorrow I’m spending the whole day with you. I won’t go anywhere,” he said, picking up his hand and rubbing it absent-mindedly.
“What did Beatrix have to say?” Alexander sighed and looked down at their joined hands, deep in thought.
“She wants to talk to me about something urgent. How surprised me was that she knew that I’m back from London. How did she know? I didn’t inform anyone yet.”
“Neither did I. Apart from a handful of people, no one knows about your return.” Alexander looked at her with interest.
“Who all knows about my living here?” Eva scratched her chin, thinking about it.
“Me, Alyssa, Ashton, and maybe Nicholas.” Alexander frowned upon hearing the last name.
“How does Nicholas know?” Eva shrugged and got up to escape to the kitchen.
“He knows everything,” she said casually, not wanting to tell him that Nicholas stalked Alyssa everywhere.
Alexander sat wondering if it was Nicholas or Maxwell who gave him away!