“Alexis, I don’t want our first time to be like this or as a result of you being angry with Rick.”
“I know, I don’t want that either. I just want to be held, that’s all, please.” He wiped away the tears that sat on top of my cheeks and kissed me tenderly.
“That I can do, that I want to do.” He took my hand and led me to his room.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I woke up the next morning, at first I had to get my bearings. Yes you are in Bryce’s bed; yes you’re still partially clothed. He wasn’t next to me, I shot up. Where is he? I left his room and could hear him in the kitchen, I ducked into the guest room or ‘my room’ as he had put it and grabbed a long black satin nightie. Looking in the vanity mirror there was still remnants of the river of tears I had cried yesterday and through the night. Urgh, I need a shower. Stripping off again, I hopped in, the water was soothing and helped wash away the betrayal and hurt I had been feeling, the memory of my daydream in here crept into my mind, then the memory of me crouched down when Bryce told me to go home followed, this shower was becoming an emotional outlet for me, a place to expel my inner feelings. I hoped the kids were alright, I was sure Rick would not have said anything to them, knowing him, he probably expects me to come home tonight like normal. The problem was they were not stupid, they picked up on the slightest things, especially Nate. I reminded myself to give Mum a call later just to check in on them. I got out and put the nightie back on, this time when I looked in the mirror I was clean and fresh and the anger and sadness I had felt washed down the drain pipe, well for now at least.
He was moving around the kitchen like a natural, I stood leaning against the wall observing. He had a relaxed and happy vibe radiating from him and it was infectious, smiling I watched him chop the chives, he was like a professional chef on one of those cooking shows. Now that is God damn sexy! The way his hands moved so quickly on the chopping board was exciting my insides. He stopped chopping and I raised my eye level from his hands to his eyes, his chest began to rise and fall heavily which made mine do the same. He put the knife down and I slowly closed the distance between us, he lifted me up onto the kitchen bench pulling my nightie up so I could open my legs and encase him in them. Our kissing was truly indescribable; he kissed my neck, dragging his bottom lip down my throat. The strap on my nightie fell from my shoulder exposing my breast, he engulfed it instantly in his mouth making me cry out, he then removed the other strap and greedily consumed my other breast, it was so good I could’ve climaxed just from the sensation his mouth was giving me. He returned to my lips and growled like a hungry animal, the rawness of his sound nearly tipped me over the edge, I moaned and crossed my legs around his back.
“Alexis, you’re driving me wild.”
“Good, make love to me.” He deepened his kiss for only a second then pulled away and grabbed my face.
“No Hunny, I have plans for you later.” The sheer thought of his plans sent me into a frenzy, but I was wanting, and wanting now. He unwrapped my legs, stood back, shook his head and resumed chopping. I was panting. No, don’t stop now! I dropped the bottom lip and pulled my straps back on. Oh no, he’s not getting away with this. Still sitting on the bench next to him, I draped myself back and crossed my legs in a seductive pose, he growled again. Oooh I love it when he growls.
“Alexis, you don’t know how hard it is for me to say no to you, I want tonight to be special, so for fuck sake stop torturing me.” He was gritting his teeth and breathing through his nose. I slipped off the bench and grabbed a piece of crusty baguette, I bit into it and growled back at him, he smiled and I scowled.
“Breakfast will be ready in a minute.”
“What are we having?” I started to lick the piece of bread and play with it with my tongue; to my utmost joy he began to display his delectable ‘smirk’.
“Eggs Benedict.” I bit down on the baguette aggressively and turned to exit the kitchen.
“Yum,” I called back. As I walked out, I caught his reflection in the window, he had both his hands through his hair and had dropped his head to the bench top. I left the room, my face displayed the biggest smirk in history and naughty me did not let him see it.
Breakfast was delicious, he was a brilliant cook and it came through in his food, he had asked me if I was ok and if he could do anything for me. I reassured him that I was fine, and deep down I had a feeling there was more to Rick and Claire all along, just not quite that much more.
“What’s done is done Bryce, I can’t change what Rick has done and neither can he. I don’t want to think about it, nor do I want to talk about it. I am here with you and you only, I will speak to Rick when I’m well and truly ready.” He didn’t argue with me. The buzzer to his office went off; he kissed my hand and got up.