Take a Bow (The Perfect Plans Series Book 2) (16 page)

Make me happy? Is he kidding?
Turning, I look up into his dazzling blue eyes, unshielded by his backward-turned ball cap. “Everything you are, everything you do, makes me happy. I love you, Alex,” I whisper, watching as his eyes darken with lust. I know what those three words do to him, yet I said them anyway. Here. Now.

I stare, transfixed, as a familiar desire washes through his features, his lips parting on quickened intakes of breath, mine heightening in equal measure as his sapphire eyes sparkle in the light of the opening credits. The movie has started, yet we don’t care.

“Aby,” my name falls off his luscious lips, kicking at my pulse with a brewing of butterflies in my tummy.

Despite our locale, he still has the ability to stir my blood, regardless of who may be watching. I’m unable to control my instant arousal as his fingers slide slowly and sinuously up my arm, leaving tingles and goose bumps in their wake.

“I love you too,” he whispers, taking me in a soft kiss.

God, those lips.
The feel of them caressing mine, his tongue rimming the seam, begging entry, has me moaning into his mouth. I close my eyes in complete surrender, my body lax, as his strong hands circle my jaw, holding me firmly in place.

Whispering his lips delicately along my jaw, he nuzzles into the crook of my neck, placing succulent kisses on the sensitive skin under my lobe. When he kisses my neck that way, I’m a goner. Completely weak in the knees. Breathless.
His
.

His fingers slide along my collarbone, edging towards my aching breasts, leaving a shivering trail of lust in the motion. Cupping my breast in his hand, I whimper as his thumb and forefinger tweak my nipple through the thin layer of my cotton top.

The pleasure of his touch is sinful, eliciting an uncontrollable, libidinous moan that calls me back to reality, my eyes jerking open, my hand darting up to halt his delicious assault. “Alex,” I whisper breathlessly, “…we’re not alone.”

He’s unfazed by my interruption, maintaining his sweet kisses on my neck. “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart.”

Oh, god.
How can I resist him?

Glancing quickly at the other patrons completely engrossed in the film, I close my eyes in acceptance, giving in to the thrill of his tongue wetting my flesh. The eroticism of our near public display is overwhelming, and incredibly arousing. Whimpering in need, I quake in my seat, pushing into it with tiny gyrations in hopes to assuage the throbbing ache in my core, my sex clenching in absolute want.

He glides his fingers inside the cup of my bra, and I stifle a moan as his thumb brushes across my distended nipple. "Touch yourself, Aby,” he whispers, cupping my breast in his palm. “Slide your hand in your skirt, inside your panties. Play with your clit for me.”

Holy shit.
My gasp is equal parts shock and lustful excitement. I wage the war inside, yet his words evoke the animal within me - desperate to satisfy my body’s overwhelming demands for fulfillment, desperate unabashed desire to please him. I’m slave to his request, shivering with need, as he alternates between breasts, tweaking and pulling each nipple.

Sliding my hand inside my skirt, I push my panties to the side, my fingers teasing along my soaked core. It feels reckless. Naughty. A slight moan escapes my lips at the sheer pleasure of my own touch. Hot currents of desire course through me as Alex continues his feverish kisses, singeing along my overheated flesh.

"Are you wet, sweetheart?” he whispers.

"Y-yes..." I manage, trembling as I glide my fingers along my sensitive bud. Once. Twice. "Oh, God...Alex..." I moan on a hushed sigh.

"Yes, baby, play with your clit. Feels good, doesn't it?” his husky breaths float across my flesh amid succulent devouring nips of my neck.

I’m panting, the theatres patrons completely forgotten.

"Slide your finger inside, finger that pretty pussy for me,” his whisper at my ear is harsh with lust.

I gasp at his dirty words, yet simper in the need they evoke, my fingers sluicing along my wetness to slip inside my aching sex. It’s not enough. My body begs to be filled, pounded into oblivion. It’s
his
fingers I need. His cock. Curling my finger inside, I squirm in my seat to gain measure; my lame attempts to fuck myself harder. Deeper.

Sensing my desperation, Alex runs his hand along my thigh, slipping beneath my skirt. I feel the heat from his hand as it cups mine, pinpricks of desire coursing through me at his touch. His finger teases around mine buried deep in my core, rimming the outer edge, and I close my eyes on a moan as he slowly slides his in alongside mine, the motion pushing us deeper inside me.

“Does that feel good? Both of us inside you?”

“Mm-hmm…” I manage in my haze. It’s mind-blowing. Even more so as he takes over, guiding our movements. I follow his rhythm, mimicking his thrusts, my core pulsating and soaking our fingers further.

Lifting his head from my neck, I'm ensnared by the heated strength of his gaze as he takes my lips in a ravenous kiss. He swallows my muffled cries, pumping our fingers harder, faster, plunging further into my depths. The eroticism of our joined thrusts, curling along my sensitive nerves, takes my breath away. My orgasm rushes to the forefront as his thumb maneuvers along my clit, the pressure enough to send me plummeting, whimpering into his kiss.

Gasps from the onslaught of my orgasm rushing through me are captured between his sinful lips; he grabs my nape, holding me firmly to steal them. I fall quiet putty in his hands, before he releases my mouth to rein kisses along my cheek, holding me as my breathing slows.

Returning his lips to mine, a quick teasing lick of his tongue, he guides our fingers out of my soaked core, securing my hand tightly in his grip.

That had to be one of the most erotic moments of my life.

"God, Alex..." I mumble incoherently into his chest, breathing in his masculine scent. "You make me do crazy things," I admit, reality of our locale setting in once again - another
holy shit
moment passing through.

Chuckling, he kisses my forehead, releasing my hand to adjust my panties, settling my skirt back in place. “I could say the same, sweetheart,” he smiles. “I’m insatiable for you.”

Holy crow, are you ever.
And apparently so am I.
I can’t believe we just did that.

I’m more than uncomfortable knowing my essence coats our fingers in the middle of a movie theatre. "Ummm...I think I’ll visit the ladies room,” I move to stand, my gaze darting to his evident erection, straining in the restriction of his khakis.
I don’t think he’ll be joining me to wash his hands.
“Can I bring you some napkins?” I whisper, grimacing playfully.

He smiles, leaning back in his chair, getting comfortable, his unwavering gaze holding mine. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, I stare, transfixed as he sucks my juices away. "That’s not necessary,” he secures my wrist with a devilish grin. I tremble as he follows suit, sliding my finger between his warm lips.

Oh sweet lord.
I'm speechless, staring at him; his eyes closed in satisfaction of my taste, before giving my finger a gentle kiss.

“Alex…” I manage in hushed awe.

“Hmmm? Yes, baby?” he smirks.

“I’ll be right back,” I turn to make my way along the aisle, legs wobbly in the aftermath of his overwhelmingly erotic display - not to mention the most naughty orgasm I’ve ever worked for.

It feels as though all eyes are on me as I make my way down the aisle, despite the few patrons' avid attention on the screen. Breathing a sigh of relief, I push the doors open, stepping into the light of the main lobby.

Whoa
, I catch a glimpse of the mass of people waiting near the exit. Clearly we came to the
least
popular show time.

Making my way quickly into the ladies room, I wash my hands, my sex clenching in remembrance of what we just did. I stare awestruck at my reflection in the mirror, still absorbing our theatre escapade. Alex certainly knows how to keep things entertaining. Keep me on edge. Although, maybe I should ask him about his alter ego’s climb up the naughty scale.
Not that I’m complaining,
I bite my lip, my inner vixen staring back at me, her cherry very well popped. The entire notion sends an embarrassed flush to my cheeks and I exit the washroom shaking my head.
My
God, someone could have seen us.

“Abigail Ryan!”

I jar hearing my name, my gaze darting in the direction as overlapping voices follow suit.

“Are you here with Alexander Tate?”

“Are you enjoying a movie together?”

“Where is Mr. Tate?”

Unsure what to do, I frantically bolt into the theatre, practically tripping up the steps.

Alex stands immediately seeing my agitation, marching to the aisle, before forcing my gaze. "Aby, what's wrong?" he whispers in alarm.

"Alex, they’re here!"

"Who? Who's here?" he questions.

"The paparazzi.”

"Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes, I’m fine. It just took me off guard.”

Though concern laces his gaze, he’s so calm it’s beyond me. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Would you like to leave?” he asks softly.

“But, how do we get out?”
There’s no way I’m going through that lobby.

“We can leave through the emergency exit,” he smiles sweetly, disappointment mixed in his concerned gaze. "Let's go,” he takes my hand softly in his, leading us along the aisle towards the opposite side of the theatre. How he's so calm is beyond me. I'm still shaking, the surprise hounding still in my system.
Jesus. This is crazy.

Pushing through the door, we find ourselves in a back alley, crates and discarded boxes littering the sides. We glance from end to end, gauging our best route of escape, the exit door slamming closed behind us. What had started as a nice,
normal
date has twisted into Alex’s reality.
Poor Alex. Poor me
. This is something I simply need to accept. Get used to.

Alex leads me around the corner of one side of the building.
Oh, shit. Wrong way.
“There they are! Mr. Tate!” they yell, making their way towards us a rush.

We quickly turn, heading in the opposite direction.

My pulse is pounding, the uncontrollable urge to escape overwhelming me. I’ve become somewhat accustomed to the fan-frenzies, the paparazzi, however I realize in this moment that the majority of our interactions have been pre-empted. I’ve had the luxury of mentally preparing myself for the inevitable rush of crowds. But today? Not so much. Their presence was the last thing I expected in this small, practically deserted town.

Alex gently pulls me along, increasing in speed with each step. “This way, baby,” he directs me further up the road.

I follow him obediently, glancing over my shoulder, desperately hoping - no, praying - that we’ve successfully evaded the mass of photographers and paparazzi.

“You okay?” he asks, squeezing my hand as we reach the car after several unnecessary turns around the adjacent buildings.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I smile, sliding into the front seat, my heart rate finally slowing to a steady pace.

“I’m sorry about our date…the movie,” he leans against the door, his humbled smile breaking my heart.

“Hey, it’s okay. We tried, right? That’s all I wanted. I don’t care about the stupid movie. What happened in there was
so
much more entertaining.”

“That is was,” he leans down to kiss my lips, chuckling as he closes the door.

On that note, I need to ask him about his recent dirty mouth
…“You know, I’m curious,” I ask as he takes his seat beside me, “…your alter ego’s naughty libido is up a few pegs. Have you been watching porn in your trailer?”

“Porn?” his boisterous laugh thrills me. “No, Aby, it’s you. Just you.”

THE LATE AFTERNOON sun warms my face, soft sand tickling my bare toes. There’s something incredibly romantic about walking hand in hand with the one you love on a quiet beach. Looking to Alex, I smile brightly at his stunning form as we wet our feet along the waters edge.

“Something on your mind, baby?” he questions with a grin.

“Not really. Just enjoying the view.”
I could stare at him for hours
.

“Well, who am I to stop you,” he teases knowingly, and I playfully swat his arm with the back of my hand. His chuckle is divine, softening his features into boyish bashful charm.

“You know, it’s too bad the water is so cold. I would have loved to go for a swim.”

“You would have, hmmm? Who’s to say we still can’t?”

“Alex, are you crazy? The water is likely freezing,” I reply, noting that he’s halted our process with a tug of my hand, the wheels turning in his head, his gaze turning mischievous. “Uh-uh, no way,” I shake my head on a nervous smile of aroused intrigue. I know exactly what devilish thoughts are floating through his mind. “I am not getting in that water, Tate.”

His eyes squint with challenge, his lips curling into a taunting smile before he lunges.

On a squeal, I pull my hand from his grip, making a run for it along the gooey wet sand, laughing at our playful exuberance, the splashes of the cold water amid his chase a delicious thrill against my bare legs.