tugged off my left boot and re-crossed my legs to pull off
the right one. “The night was a disaster Alex. It was like the universe decided
that it was ‘Crap on Paige Day’.”
I
pulled my boot off and then tossed it on the floor next to the other one.
I laid back on the bed and I felt the mattress sink when Alex sat down beside
me.
“Tell
me about it.” He reached over and started running his fingers lightly
against my bare, outstretched stomach.
“It’s a
long story, I’m tired, and I don’t really feel like recanting the tale tonight.
What I will tell you is that it involved a pit mishap, a broken finger, and two
chauvinist pigs.”
Alex
shuddered. “Pigs. I hate pigs.”
I
laughed and then sat up and patted Alex on the leg. “I’m jumping in the
shower. You’re welcome to sleep in here with me so you don’t get a crick
in your neck sleeping on the living room couch.”
Alex
smiled up at me and nodded his head in acceptance of my offer. He grabbed
his shirt from the back and pulled it over his head, tossing the shirt onto the
floor by my boots. He stood up and started unbuttoning the jeans that hung off
his hips perfectly. I took a second admiring his form. Alex had colorful
sleeve tattoos along both arms and a large piece on his back. Lines of
small script ran along his ribs. Even though he didn’t need the help,
those colorful markings only accented his perfect physique. I have had
many opportunities to explore Alex’s toned, athletic build and I swear the man
must have been molded from clay.
I
reluctantly peeled my eyes off him and I turned to go into the bathroom.
I turned on the water and started to strip out of my jeans and underwear while
waiting for the water to heat. After a few seconds, steam started pouring
out and I walked under the spray. The water helped to relieve me of the tension
from earlier and I grabbed a wash cloth and body soap and lathered myself up in
order to rinse away any remnants of the alcohol I wore home. Images of
Daemon started playing through my head and it annoyed me that my body reacted
to him with lust and desire, while my mind wanted nothing to do with his
arrogance. I sighed and thought about what a shame it was that
someone as beautiful as him could be so ugly on the inside. Regardless of
his out of control ego, the man was absolutely breathtaking. If I were
more of a foolish girl, I could see myself easily getting lost in those crystal
blue eyes of his. Logan’s warning started repeating itself in my head and
I cringed at the thought of the countless women Daemon had taken home.
That thought alone was enough to free me of my reverie.
I
turned off the water and grabbed a towel to wrap around me. I shuffled
into my closet and put on a pair of underwear and pulled on an old oversized Ramones t-shirt that I stole from David.
I
climbed in bed and cuddled up next to Alex. He was still awake and he
wrapped his arms around me to pull me closer. Curling into his side was
comforting and familiar. Traces of his cologne mixed with his natural
scent and the smell was intoxicating. He slowly trailed his hands up and
down my arm. I was starting to fall asleep when I felt Alex turn to trail
kisses down the side of my face. I shifted position to give him access to
my mouth and he slowly placed his mouth on mine. Our tongues started to
move together and he turned so that his body was pressing into mine. I
could feel his excitement pressing into my thigh and, although I was exhausted
and wanted sleep, I couldn’t deny him this comfort. There were never
butterflies or fireworks in my feelings for Alex, but his touch and his
closeness could always erase whatever tension I had inside me.
Alex
reached down and began a slow lazy trail with his hands up my thighs, pulling
my oversized T-shirt along with him. He continued to kiss me lazily as he
lifted the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms above my head so that
the right one. “The night was a disaster Alex. It was like the universe decided
that it was ‘Crap on Paige Day’.”
I
pulled my boot off and then tossed it on the floor next to the other one.
I laid back on the bed and I felt the mattress sink when Alex sat down beside
me.
“Tell
me about it.” He reached over and started running his fingers lightly
against my bare, outstretched stomach.
“It’s a
long story, I’m tired, and I don’t really feel like recanting the tale tonight.
What I will tell you is that it involved a pit mishap, a broken finger, and two
chauvinist pigs.”
Alex
shuddered. “Pigs. I hate pigs.”
I
laughed and then sat up and patted Alex on the leg. “I’m jumping in the
shower. You’re welcome to sleep in here with me so you don’t get a crick
in your neck sleeping on the living room couch.”
Alex
smiled up at me and nodded his head in acceptance of my offer. He grabbed
his shirt from the back and pulled it over his head, tossing the shirt onto the
floor by my boots. He stood up and started unbuttoning the jeans that hung off
his hips perfectly. I took a second admiring his form. Alex had colorful
sleeve tattoos along both arms and a large piece on his back. Lines of
small script ran along his ribs. Even though he didn’t need the help,
those colorful markings only accented his perfect physique. I have had
many opportunities to explore Alex’s toned, athletic build and I swear the man
must have been molded from clay.
I
reluctantly peeled my eyes off him and I turned to go into the bathroom.
I turned on the water and started to strip out of my jeans and underwear while
waiting for the water to heat. After a few seconds, steam started pouring
out and I walked under the spray. The water helped to relieve me of the tension
from earlier and I grabbed a wash cloth and body soap and lathered myself up in
order to rinse away any remnants of the alcohol I wore home. Images of
Daemon started playing through my head and it annoyed me that my body reacted
to him with lust and desire, while my mind wanted nothing to do with his
arrogance. I sighed and thought about what a shame it was that
someone as beautiful as him could be so ugly on the inside. Regardless of
his out of control ego, the man was absolutely breathtaking. If I were
more of a foolish girl, I could see myself easily getting lost in those crystal
blue eyes of his. Logan’s warning started repeating itself in my head and
I cringed at the thought of the countless women Daemon had taken home.
That thought alone was enough to free me of my reverie.
I
turned off the water and grabbed a towel to wrap around me. I shuffled
into my closet and put on a pair of underwear and pulled on an old oversized Ramones t-shirt that I stole from David.
I
climbed in bed and cuddled up next to Alex. He was still awake and he
wrapped his arms around me to pull me closer. Curling into his side was
comforting and familiar. Traces of his cologne mixed with his natural
scent and the smell was intoxicating. He slowly trailed his hands up and
down my arm. I was starting to fall asleep when I felt Alex turn to trail
kisses down the side of my face. I shifted position to give him access to
my mouth and he slowly placed his mouth on mine. Our tongues started to
move together and he turned so that his body was pressing into mine. I
could feel his excitement pressing into my thigh and, although I was exhausted
and wanted sleep, I couldn’t deny him this comfort. There were never
butterflies or fireworks in my feelings for Alex, but his touch and his
closeness could always erase whatever tension I had inside me.
Alex
reached down and began a slow lazy trail with his hands up my thighs, pulling
my oversized T-shirt along with him. He continued to kiss me lazily as he
lifted the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms above my head so that
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