He's Captured My Trust (Captured Series Book 2) by Karen Frances Page A

to read your mind fairly well, though, it would seem.” He looks at me intensely, those eyes burning all the way through to my soul.
    “You’re not the only one able to read minds,” I say, smiling. “Now, any more looks like that in my direction, and we won’t be finishing supper. Not that I am opposed to the idea, but I am hungry.”
    We laugh at the same time. We continue eating and drinking tea. This feels normal, relaxing, sitting, and enjoying each other’s company.
    “So can I ask why Katherine came over?”
    “Yes, of course. She wanted to know if I needed a date for Connor’s party on Saturday night. That’s what she said, but, to be honest, that’s not why she came over.”
    “A date? ”
    “Yeah. If I need a date, and I’m currently not . . . er . . . how should I put this?”
    “Fucking?” I knew he was a bit of a player before meeting me. Kirsty made sure I knew about it. She was being the concerned friend, trying to make sure I knew what I was getting into with him.
    “Yeah, I suppose so.” He looks away from me uncomfortably. “We usually go together. Only as friends, nothing more. Means we don’t have to attend such functions on our own.”
    “I see.”
    “But her motives were clear tonight.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “She knew you were here with me.”
    “Because you told her?” I ask.
    “No. I’ve barely spoken to her since I was in London. I know the pain those photos caused you, and that was both our doing. If she had switched on her TV or Internet, she would have known you were here with me. I believe you made the news just by stepping off the plane today and heading straight into my arms.” He says the last part with caution.
    “I suppose I’m going to have to get used to it.” I pause, and then add, “After all, it does go with the territory.” I lean toward him and place a soft kiss on his lips. “I don’t think I’ve made a good impression on your friend.”
    “It doesn’t matter what Katherine thinks of you. She can think what she likes. Now I think—and I will use your words—we should make the most of our time together tonight.”
    He takes my cup from my hands, puts it on the table, and pushes me back on the couch. The look on his face tells me exactly how we are going to spend the rest of the evening. He leans on his elbows and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. I take a deep breath while I still can, already anticipating the inevitable.
    His tongue slowly teases my lips apart and he begins to explore, teasing and licking me softly. The minute our tongues connect, a wave of desire races through my body. I respond the way my body tells me, with passion and force. So much force.
    He pulls back slowly, and his eyes and hands go straight to the buttons on the shirt. He makes quick work of them, opening the shirt to expose my bare breasts.
    “Perfect. You are so beautiful, Miss Stewart.” I accept his compliment because, to be truthful, it’s not worth the argument.
    His mouth traces the skin around my neck, barely touching it. He works his way slowly and torturously down my extremely sensitive skin toward my breasts and stops, teasing and licking each one until I can barely take any more. I moan with pleasure. He sucks on each nipple in turn, tugging gently with his teeth, almost to the point of it being unbearable.
    “I love these,” he says, running his tongue over my breasts again.
    One hand moves slowly down the flat of my stomach and continues straight down until he’s right where my body wants him, moving my underwear out of the way as he slips one finger inside me.
    “Oh, baby, so wet, and I’ve barely started,” he murmurs.
    He moves, and before I can protest, my underwear have been completely removed, and his head is between my legs, licking me softly. Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t protest, even if I had the ability to speak. My desire builds as he continues licking, sucking, and kissing.
    “Alex, I need you,” I whimper with sheer