Tara wandered around Alex’s apartment. It was exactly as she’d expected. Polished and classy. There wasn’t a thing out of place. No piece of clothing left lying on the floor or dirty coffee cup left sitting around. But even though everything was expensive and beautifully arranged, it lacked soul. It actually reminded her of her father’s house. The one he’d bought after her mother died. She’d never felt like it was a home.
“Here you go.” She turned as Alex walked towards her, a glass of water in his hand. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?”
She shook her head as she gulped down the water. She swallowed so quickly that she choked.
Alex grabbed the glass of water as he patted her on the back.
“Are you okay?” he asked in concern as he placed the glass down.
“I’m fine,” she said hoarsely. “Sorry.”
“Sweetheart, your hands are freezing.” He grasped her hands between his large ones. “What’s wrong? Are you scared?”
“No, of course not.”
“No?” he said gently, steering her toward the black, leather sofa. He sat then pulled her down next to him. “You’re meant to shiver with excitement not fear.”
She smiled. “Rate yourself much?”
“Oh, sweetheart, you’ll find that I’m every bit as good as I think I am,” he said in a low drawl. He stood and lifted her up into his arms. “I need you so badly that my patience is wearing thin.”
He carried her up the staircase and down the hallway, stepping into a large bedroom. A huge bed rested against one wall. There were large French doors leading out to a balcony.
“The bathroom’s through there,” he said, nodding at one of the doors leading off the bedroom.
He carried her over to a large, plush armchair that sat in a corner of the room before letting her slide down his body. Taking a seat in the chair, he stared at her with lust blazing in his eyes.
“Strip for me, Tara.”
She swallowed heavily. He was focused on her. Completely. It was intimidating, slightly scary and hot. Really, really hot.
Licking her lips, she pulled her sweater off.
“That’s right. I wish we could take this slowly. I want to study every inch of you. Next time. Right now, I need you. Badly. Show me, Tara. Show me all of you.”
“You’ve seen me naked before,” she whispered. She’d been naked plenty of times in the club.
“But this time it’s all for me. Just me. Besides, I’ve never really looked. Not properly. I knew if I did that I’d steal you away from whoever you were playing with. I wanted to be the one touching you, making you scream as you came in my arms.”
She swallowed as she drew her t-shirt up and over her head. “You were jealous?”
“Terribly.”
Her confidence grew. He was jealous of other men touching her. Damn, she only wished she could record this and play it back for Carin. Immediately, she felt ashamed of her cattiness. She didn’t need to drop to the other woman’s level. Even if the bitch deserved it.
“Tara. Tara?”
“What?” She looked at him, startled.
“You drifted off. I feel slightly insulted,” he said with dry amusement.
“Sorry, Sir.” She dropped her gaze, ashamed. Some sub she was.
“Keep your mind on me. Or I’ll take measures to ensure I have your full attention.” His voice held a deep promise and she shivered. She knew her mind wandered a lot. It was a bad habit, but usually the Doms she played with didn’t seem to notice.
But they weren’t Alex.
She undid her jeans; pulling them down her legs and folding them on top of her other clothes.