“So do mine,” he noted. “I bought them a house there when my dad retired from teaching. My mom had always admired the mansions out there.”
He put his lemonade glass down and stood up. “I do have one question for you.”
“Yes?” she asked.
He reached out and took her hand in his, lifting her to her feet. “Am I attractive enough for you?”
“Why would you ask me that?” She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to say.
“I saw a picture of you and Bella Ann’s father online,” he said. “I’m no Adonis.”
“You are,” she said. “In your own way.”
“What way?” he asked, pulling her close to him and sliding his arms around her waist.
She leaned away from him, he was sexy and she wanted him but the last time she just went with her instincts she'd ended up really getting hurt. She didn't want to screw this up with Alex. She had more than just herself to think about now, she had Bella Ann to consider too.
"Don't pull back, Fiona. You can trust me," he said.
She looked down until those blue-grey eyes of his and took a deep breath. She pulled his head closer to hers to whisper in his ear.
“Every way. To me there is something very appealing about you and I don't want to make any mistakes.”
Alex had been thinkingof little else since he’d arrived at Fiona’s house in the Hamptons. He wanted her. He knew that if he had a chance in hell of making a relationship with her work, he had to have her. But he understood her need to go slow for her caution would seem safer, he guessed. But for him...well he wanted to get her into his bed. The lust thing was distracting himand making him say dumb things to her. He hoped once he'd made love to her, he'd be able to relax and feel more confident that the matchmaker hadn't made a huge mistake by pairing them together.
He’d tried intimate relationships before, but somewhere between the lovemaking and the conversations that women needed, he always had a disconnect. Fiona didn’t seem to mind his awkwardness and for him that was enough.
He pulled her off her feet so that he supported all her weight as he kissed her deeply and passionately. The taste of her mouth was a remembered sweetness and he knew he couldn’t get enough of it. He thrust his tongue past her teeth and rubbed it against hers.
The kiss quickly got out of control. She'd been a little reluctant a moment ago but now she held him as passionately as he held her.
"Shall we take this inside?" he asked.
She looked up at him her lips swollen from his kisses. And then closed her eyes. "I...I'm not sure."
He pulled her back into his arms. "I want you, Fiona. If it doesn't happen today, it will happen soon. But I think deny we are attracted to each other is just going to slow down us really getting to know each other."
"You're right," she said. She picked up the baby monitor and then reached back to take his hand and led him into the house and upstairs to her bedroom.
She put the monitor on the nightstand and then turned back to him. Her mood seemed to have cooled during the walk but his hadn't. He had meant what he said about waiting, but he didn't want to wait just because she was afraid of her own passion. He closed the gap between them and pulled her back into his arms.
He kissed her. She moaned and clung to his shoulders. He turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, cradling her in hislap. Sitting down, he cradled her on his lap. Her eyes were closed and a soft pink flush tinged her skin. He dropped minute kisses along the line of her jaw and then nibbled his way down her neck, pausing to suckle on the base of her neck where he could feel her pulse beating against his tongue.
Her hands were busy on the buttons of his shirt. He felt the material open, and then her fingers were on his chest. He flexed his pecs and sat back as she pushed the fabric off his shoulders and down his arms. He was nervous he wouldn't measure up to the beautiful men she'd been surrounded by all of her life. He tried not to compare himself to anyone else but in the back of his mind, he knew he wasn't anything like her ex.
She nibbled on her bottom lip as she sat back a bit to look at him. She traced her finger over his body toying with the light sprinkling of hair there. “I love your chest.”
He relaxed a little at her words, pulling her closer to him so he could hold her in his arms. He didn't want her to see his relief that she found him pleasing. He knew how to make love to a woman, knew he could please her but it was the aesthetics that worried him. He worked out so that he had more mental stamina for working, but he liked the side benefit of Fiona’s praise.
“I love yours, too,” he said, reaching up to cup her breasts. They weren’t overly huge, but perfectly suited to her svelte frame. She was curvy for someone so small and he enjoyed touching her. He moved on the bed so that he was leaning against the headboard and she straddled his lap.
“I’m glad,” she said with a grin. Then she leaned down to drop a kiss on his sternum as her fingers fanned through the light covering of hair on his body. She traced her way from his nipples down the line of tapering hair to his belt buckle.
He hardened against his zipper and she caressed him through the fabric of his pants. He found the tie at the waist of her blouse and undid it. The fabric fell away, framing her body.
He glanced down at her and saw her pretty breasts encased in a pink lacy material. Her nipples were engorged and he caressed them with his thumb and forefinger. She shivered delicately in his arms and tugged his mouth to hers as she moved over him to straddle his lap.
He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his hands up and down her back. She was slender and small and he could feel the line of her spine, which he traced with one finger down to her buttocks. Cupping them, he drew her forward to rub her center over his aching erection.
