Loving Alex by Sarah Elizabeth Ashley Page B

me that we’re
just sitting and waiting for the six weeks and one day to pass.
    Feeling a little better about the whole thing I sit back and
continue my selection of foods, including an attempt to corner the global
market in British strawberries, which seems achievable with the amount of the
damn things that we seem to buy each week! Gia’s right, it’s a wonder James
isn’t red! After all, they say that you turn orange if you eat too many
carrots! I wonder if the same applies to red foods?
    Once I’ve finished the groceries and arranged for delivery
tomorrow morning I go upstairs and run a bath, adding a huge dollop of my
coconut bubbles. I hang my new dress and sort out my new handbag. Rooting
through my wardrobe I pull out some comfortable trousers to wear this evening
whilst waiting for the bath to fill. Eventually I step into the warm water, the
scent taking me to places that I’ve only ever dreamed of, tropical beaches,
turquoise seas lapping gently against the shore and warm, warm sunshine. I have
the most wonderfully long soak.

Chapter
6
    I’m just drying my hair when I hear
James come in. “I’m up here!” I call from my bedroom.
    “Okay Blossom – You want a drink?” He shouts back.
    “Please, water will be fine!” Because I know we don’t have
anything else and I don’t want any more tea!
    I put the dryer away and root through my drawers for my new
black bra and matching knickers. I’m standing over my chest of drawers naked
when he walks into my room, “You look hot!” He murmurs, smiling. “Water for
Blossom.” He says as he grabs me around my waist. “You smell good too! Coconuts
again!”
    “Umm, you know I’m a sucker for anything coconut flavoured,
well bubbles and soap anyway!” I mutter.
    “Yes, I had noticed.” He pulls me close so that my back is
against his stomach, he trails little kisses down my neck, his hands move up
from my waist until they find my breasts, he caresses them and stokes my
nipples so gently his fingers on my bare flesh, that touch of his, so
exquisite, so electric.
    “What time’s the table booked for?” He growls in my ear.
    “7.30. Look, I got you something today, an impulse buy. I
saw them and thought of you.” I hand him the small Paul Smith box, “I haven’t
wrapped it.”
    “It’s 6.30 now.” He says as he opens the little box. “Wow
Alex, these are great, absolutely great. Thank you,” he kisses me, “thank you
so much.”
    “Well, I know you’re not totally British, but I liked them
and I get fed up seeing you with the same ones all the time.” I lift his hand,
looking at the silver champagne bottle cufflinks holding his double cuffs together.
    “They’re great, really.” He kisses me again, holding me
close. “Do you think they’ll hold the table for us, if we’re a few minutes
late?” He asks.
    “Why would we be late?” I smile, of course I know exactly why we will be late.
    “Because Blossom I want you, so badly, now!” He turns me
around, I’m facing him he lets go of me and hurriedly undoes his shirt,
throwing it on the floor, he kicks his boots off and undoes his trousers and
boxers stepping out of them with lightening speed. I wrap my arms around his
neck, my fingers winding their way through his unruly hair as leans into me,
his big body naked against mine, his soft firm lips touching mine, desire
explodes within me, I feel helpless completely overtaken by lust and wanting
and he’s only has to touch me! That electric little touch starts me on my way,
my way to bliss. I hiss through my teeth, he kisses me again his tongue
exploring, battling with my own.
    I run my fingers down his back, my nails raking his skin, he
gasps. God, how I want him, now! I feel so loved, so wanted and so very, very
hot.
    “You’re so fucking fuckable Blossom.” He growls, pushing me
back onto my bed, our bed, he moves and to lie beside me, just holding me, his
hands gently touching my waist, my stomach, my breasts. He moves his