Take a Bow (The Perfect Plans Series Book 2) by C.J. Wells Page B

to face him. “I love you,” I reach up to touch his cheek. “I can say that because I’m ready to. It doesn’t mean I expect you to reciprocate something you’re not ready to.” My hand slides down along his chest; it’s a purposeful motion to avert my gaze. I’m not lying to him, but I would be lying to myself if I ignored the pang in my heart that longs to hear him say those three words. “Love comes with trust for you,” I bravely smile up at him. “And despite that I’ve tested that lately, I do know how you feel about me.”
    “Do you?”
    “Yes. I do. And until you’re ready to tell me,” I nip at my lip seductively, desire oozing from my gaze, “…just show me.”
    His eyes burn sapphire in the moonlight, his mouth parted on a husky breath as he cups my face to take me in a fierce kiss.
    Trembles of need burst through every nerve as his tongue claims me, his hands devouring their way down my neck and spine. I reach for him, moaning as he grabs my waist, squeezing me tight against him. Every touch, every brush of his lips and tongue speak more than any words possibly could. I feel his need for me, his pull to me, as strongly as the air I breathe.
    Reaching for the hem of my dress, he tears it up and over my raised arms, tossing it to the side before I witness his surprise. He devours my nudity, looking into my eyes with carnal hunger - a hunger that tells me we wouldn’t have made it this far into the evening if he had known what was missing beneath my pretty little sundress.
    Grabbing my nape, he pulls me in for another assault of the senses at the realm of his perfect lips and tongue, my hands feverishly tugging at the closure of his shorts.
    I moan from the loss of his kiss as he reaches to pull off his shirt, bending to discard his bottoms to the sand. The sight of his erection, bobbing eagerly against his sculpted abs is the end of me. Pouncing, I wrap my arms around his neck, reclaiming his lips as he cups my ass to lift me, my legs securing around his waist as he carries me out into the warm ocean waves.

“MMMM…WHAT WAS that for?” I mumble against Alex’s lingering lips.
    He brushes my cheek, straightening to sit down on the porcelain edge of the claw foot tub, “I woke up wanting to kiss you.” His eyes, raking over my submerged body, leave a trail of goose bumps in their wake. “As delicious as this visual is, it wasn’t nice to find you weren’t lying next to me.”
    “I’m sorry,” I pout dramatically. “My body was begging for a bath. I swear I have sand in every crevice.”
    “Not possible.” His heated gaze repeats its consumption of my naked form before his lips curl up in slow, soul burning grin. “I devoured every crevice of your perfect body in the shower last night.” He dips his hand in the water, lathering me with lust at the touch of his fingers up my thigh and tummy, a breathtaking, teasing caress of my sex in their journey.
    “Well, perhaps you weren’t thorough enough,” I bite my lip devilishly.
    His smirk widens, and I take advantage of the attention of his eyes returning to mine to display my overwhelming need for him in my gaze. Insatiable doesn’t describe what this man does to me. Being naked and wet under the captivating pull of him merely adds to his effect on me. Not to mention the euphoric romance of our locale. I only wish we could stay here on our little fantasy island, hidden from the realm of reality forever. For now, I’ll settle for the warmth of his beautiful body wrapped around mine in this tub. “Off with thy pants, Alexander the Great.”
    “Not just yet,” he replies on a whisper, tracing a path through the beads of water leading to my belly button, his eyes lost in the motion.
    I’m lost, myself, to the feel of him, my body reacting to the explosive current of his electrifying touch and the heat of his gaze. In his hands, under the spell of his eyes, I’m transported to another world. His world. And he has this way of making