Anna pulled in the driveway after dropping the kids off at their new school for their first day. She'd delayed the inevitable wanting them to get some more time before they had to jump back into reality. They seemed ok with going, even Jenny was up early and had her outfit picked out the night before.
As she pulled in and put the car in park, she couldn't believe she actually missed them. It would be five hours of uninterrupted peace and quiet before Jenny got home first, yet she felt a little lonely too.
Steve came out and stood next to his truck ready to leave for work when he noticed Anna sitting in hers. He knew today was the day the kids went back to school, presuming she would be happy, but from what he was seeing across the way she didn't look it.
She slowly got out when she saw him coming toward her. He was dressed for work in a pair of off-white pants and a dark blue T-shirt. His badge and gun securely strapped on his right side. His stroll showed confidence that never seemed to falter; he was always in control. She admired that but wondered what it was in this world that would ever make him slip from that control, if there was anything.
"Ready for some peace and quiet?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders, "I guess."
"You guess? You've been looking forward to this."
"I know, it's just that I've been with them day and night for almost six months, and now…" she sighed, "I kind of miss them."
That devilish smile crossed his lips, "You didn't miss them last Saturday night when they spent the night at Danny's."
She looked up at him with a shy smile, seeing that teasing grin. "I was pre-occupied."
"I can occupy you again if you need me too," he joked, giving her a wink, "but," he revoked the offer, "right now I have to get to work, but you let me know if you need my services again." He moved a piece of hair that had blown in her face, running his fingers slowly through the warm silk, enjoying it as much as she was. "I bet that loneliness will wear off pretty quick. You've got the whole day to do whatever you want."
She stood looking at him as he spoke, not hearing anything he was saying past the sexy wink and innocent touch that had set off a chain reaction inside of her. She stood up on her toes, putting her arms around him. "Anything I want?" she said out of the blue, biting her bottom lip as she looked boldly into him, "What if I was to say that I want you, right now."
The words were self-explanatory but it was the way she looked at him that told the story. With her body pressed against him and the first hand knowledge of knowing just what made that body react sexually and more so than that, the way it made him feel was getting his heart rate pulsating. "I…" he smiled just slightly getting caught up in the sexy way she tilted her head, as if hanging on his words. "I'm supposed to be at work."
She had him on the run that she knew for sure, enjoying her torment, feeling that confidence that she'd never displayed for another man before, but there was something about this one that made her feel like a vixen.
"Oh," she said, coming off her toes and letting her hands slide from around his neck, but wasn't about to give up that easily as they moved over his chest and stopped when she could feel his heart pounding. "Are you ok?" she rubbed her palms over his shirt, seeing a sweat spot show through. "You're heart is beating so fast," she teased him, thrilled that she was getting a small glimpse of him being out of character. He was faltering and it was all because of her. She couldn't have been more pleased by it.
He knew exactly what she was trying to do to him, and it was working like a charm. She was without a doubt the sexiest woman he'd ever been with and it wasn't even the exterior of the visual goddess stroking his chest at the moment that held his greatest interest, it was the woman on the inside that made him feel like a man more so than anyone he'd ever been with. She accepted him for exactly who he was. That alone turned him on, and at that second every part of his body was on.
He put an arm around her waist and pulled her in against him, slightly bending her back as he leaned into her. "I'm taking you inside and if you thought Saturday was something…" he let it go at that and kissed her.
Her arms went back around his neck because she needed that support to hold herself up from the kiss that spoke the pleasurable threat. There was nothing to stop them this time, no kids, no one to interrupt where they had left off four agonizing days earlier. It couldn't happen quickly enough as far as she was concerned, willing to drop down right there and let him have his way if he so inclined, but he went one better and surprised the hell out of her. The next move was so impressive and unexpected it was she now that was caught off guard.
He bent over and in one swift move scooped her up in his arms.
"Walking is way overrated," he said carrying her toward the house. "And this way I'm assured there won't be any distractions from here to your bed, because that's where I'm taking you."
She smiled over the self-control that had returned and was in full force. Her only regret at the moment was that he wasn't running.
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Anna held tightly around his neck, her long legs that had been wrapped around his waist, slowly slid down his. Her upper body was off the bed and pressed against his sweaty chest as he held her there with one arm, the other braced on the bed. The rapid crusade from seconds earlier came to slow pace as they both succumbed to the intense response of the last half hour of pleasuring the other. The results put Saturday night to shame, already finding that comfort zone with the other.
He slowly lowered her down, letting his full weight rest on top of her as she welcomed it by stroking his back and damp hair, kissing him once again even though they were both out of breath.
He moved from her lips to her neck, tasting the sweet moisture that was like candy to him. He knew right then and there he was in for some good trouble. He'd move mountains to get back to this spot with her as often as possible.
He heard his phone vibrate once again in his pants that lay in a heap on the floor, ignoring it once again. He didn't even care about it, which shocked the hell out of him.
"You're phone has been going off like crazy," she said in a very sedated voice as if she was letting him know but could have cared less herself, enjoying the relaxing moment with him.
"I know," he groaned, moving off of her and reaching over the side of the bed for it. "I'm late, and I'm never late."
Anna moved her hand down his back and past the tan line just below his waist, caressing him. "You've got a nice ass," she said, patting it.
That made him laugh as he lay back on top of her, still ignoring the phone in his hand. He kissed her for the compliment and then slid his hand under and grabbed hers. "This is an ass that should be bronzed and put on display it's so perfect." It was then that he glanced at the phone, seeing two missed calls from Danny and a text, asking where he was.
"Are you in trouble?"
"I'm in big trouble," he smiled, texting him back that he was going to be late and to call him if anything came up. He then tossed the phone back over the side of the bed where his pants lied.
He braced his head in his hand, looking down at her as she lay on her back. "Can I ask you something?"
She massaged his arm that was over her body, admiring the tattoos and strength of his bicep. "You can ask me anything you want. If you flex that arm for me."
He shook his head at her repeated comments of his body, neither used to nor comfortable with compliments, but he did have to admit it was a boost to his ego coming from her. "Back to my question," he said trying to ignore hers. "I'm curious as to why you had this attitude towards me because you knew I was a cop."
She froze, looking up at him. "I don't think that, Steve. I admire what you do, what you did for our country. Please don't think that our first encounter was about you in any way, it wasn't. It was about me and…" she paused and let out a long sigh.
"And what?"
The last place she wanted to discuss her sister and Daryl was in bed with him, but he asked.
"I was seeing someone in LA for about a year. He was a police officer." She huffed over that phrase comparing Daryl as a turkey burger to Steve who was like filet mignon in comparison of their duties. "As it turns out, he was really only trying to get in with my sister. And as it turns out," she sighed heavily again, "once she got wind of that, it was like an aphrodisiac to her. To make a long boring story short, he's now her body guard both day and night."
"Jesus," he blew out a breath, rubbing his hand over her stomach in a comforting way. "What a prick, and as far as your sister…" he let it go there, insulting ones family was a slippery slope, no matter the situation.
"To put it mildly. The affair came out right after my brother died. They'd been sleeping together for a couple of weeks, so in hindsight coming here was the perfect escape."
"That's not why you're still here though?" he said assumingly.
"No. I love those kids. I admit in the beginning and still now sometimes I get so frustrated that I just want to scream, but I think its probably mutual for them too, " she looked up at him; "but I'll never leave them, not for anything or anyone."
He leaned over and kissed her. "I know."
"I mean it," she said sternly.
"Are you telling me or are you warning me?"
"Both."
He rolled over so he was lying on top of her again. "I would never interfere with you and Eric or Jenny. You have to know that?"
She nodded, "I do, but I also had to say that because you have to know that I'm here and I have two kids and no matter what happens between you and I, they have to come first." It frightened her to say that, knowing it was almost the same thing she said to Daryl just before he got on the plane and left her alone.
"It shouldn't be any other way. I'm glad you told me that. I want you to be able to tell me anything. I want to be able to trust you and know that what I see here," he touched her slight smile, "is the same thing that's going on inside. If its not, that's when things go bad."
She felt there was more to what he was saying than just words, maybe from experience. "Have you ever been married?"
"No."
"You sound like you're speaking from experience."
He rolled back off of her on his back, glancing around the room and realizing just then it was the room Becky had been in, not recalling that since the night he stood at the end of the stairs after John's funeral. He felt the betrayal but didn't feel the anger as much as he used to. He looked over at her giving her credit for that. "The guy that used to live here in this house, just before you," he stared back up at the ceiling, knowing he had to tell her; not revealing it would be like lying, but it was in a way humiliating too. "I was seeing someone at the time. She lived with me. I found out that they were sleeping together. She ended up leaving me for him."
She was amazed that they had gone through almost the exact same thing at almost the exact same time. She sat up, leaning over him. "What was her name?" she asked, thinking the woman must be a fool.
"Becky."
"Did you love her?"
He thought about that question. He had. At least he thought he had, but as time went on he had to admit that if he did in actuality love her, then he would have told her. "I don't know. I thought I did but now, I'm not so sure." He wondered the same about she and Daryl. "Did you love him?"
"Yes, at one time I did. But it wasn't true. It wasn't honest and it wasn't returned."
He reached up, running his hand through her hair that was still slightly damp from their lovemaking, seeing the pain in her eyes. He knew what it felt like to give yourself to someone, and then to get trampled on. For her it was worse, she had lost hers to her sister of all people. He had to think about that for a second. It would be as if Becky left him for Danny. He couldn't even imagine that type of betrayal. "So what did your sister have to say about all that?"
She shrugged, "Alyssa has her own set of rules and follows them no matter who gets hurts, she somehow feels privileged. Her only explanation to me was that she felt she and Daryl were meant to be together and she went as far as saying that I should be happy for her, because she was in love now." She huffed, "She takes what she wants, and the thing that gets me the most is that she usually gets what she wants."
"Maybe so," he said, "but don't you feel relieved now that he's gone, knowing what type of person he really was?"
She smiled over that, running her hand over his bicep again. "Absolutely, because look what I get in its place. I feel like I've been rewarded." She squeezed his arm, "Flex for me now."
"No," he said bashfully.
"Please," she begged, as they both looked toward the side of the bed as his cell phone went off.
"Saved by the bell," he grinned rolling away from her and reaching over the side of the bed again. "What's up," he said to Danny. "Yea ok. I'm on my way. Text me the address." Anna watched with amusement as he smiled and shook his head. "Just text me the address, smart ass," he chuckled hanging up, looking back over at her. "Can I use your shower?" he asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
She moved up behind him, squeezing both his biceps. "Show me Tarzan," she asked again.
He stood up walking naked to the bathroom. "Settle down Jane."
"I'll get in the shower with you if you show me?"
He didn't hesitate as he continued to walk away from her, lifting both arms and flexing for her from behind.
She playfully squealed with excitement and jumped off the bed, running toward him to the bathroom.
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"I'm so late," Steve laughed nervously, giving her a quick kiss before exiting the house. "I'll see you later?"
"I'm sorry," she said giving him a regretful smile. "I shouldn't have started up with you again like that in the shower. My fault."
He ignored the time and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her up against him. "As if I regret a second of it. Don't you dare apologize for that." He laid a kiss on her telling her once again thank you for making his day.
He kept the hold on her, looking into her beautiful eyes that sparkled. "Next time it's your turn," he said with a wink. He kissed her once more quickly and went out the door, leaving her standing there feeling the after effect. "Have fun today whatever you do," he said over his shoulder.
"Be safe," she yelled out seeing his hand rise in the air as he ran to his truck, acknowledging her request.
She closed the door and leaned against it smiling. 'What a morning,' she thought, blushing slightly and giggling out loud over the boldness of her seduction in the shower. She didn't know what it was about that man but being with him was like breaking out of a shell that she'd been living in her whole life. She wanted to do things to him and try things that she'd never done with any man before. He was sexy as hell, which was a good reason for her newfound curiosity, but it went beyond that. She felt confident with him. It was as if she had finally broke away from the mold of Alyssa and was becoming an individual person for the first time in her life. Steve didn't know the other twin, which gave her the confidence to appreciate that he wanted her, and only her. There were no hidden motives to fear over Alyssa. It was liberating in ways that were not only going to fulfill their relationship, but he was going to reap the benefits twice fold.
She went up the stairs trying to decide how to spend her free time, wising she had Steve for a partner. But she had kept him long enough, smiling to herself once again.
She had all day to do whatever she wanted, but couldn't think of a single thing that satisfied her. She had wanted to get her hair done but wasn't in the mood. She had grocery shopping and laundry to do, but thought it unfair considering this was her first real free day in months. She stood in front of the mirror, combing out her damp hair and noticed her tan fading away. She had been living in Hawaii for almost six months and couldn't remember the last time she had laid out in the sun.
"That is just crazy," she laughed, deciding that's what she was going to do.
She went in the bedroom, filtering through her bathing suit drawer, finding one that would cover the least amount of skin and would give her the best overall tan. She went to her phone next, texting Steve asking if she could use his backyard to lie out in the sun?
His reply made her blush.
'picturing you on my beach in a bikini is making me sweat.'
She replied, "bikini, what bikini? I need an over all tan.' She smiled as she sent it.
His reply was almost instant. 'ur trying to kill me aren't you?'
She laughed as she replied. 'Never! Ok then I'll wear a turtle neck, picture that.'
"Doesn't matter, u still make me sweat.' He ended their conversation by telling her where the hide a key was and to make herself at home if she needed to go inside.
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Anna laid down the towel in the sand, facing the mid morning sun and then sat down, slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses and then layback, closing her eyes and enjoying the solitude.
Her thoughts instantly drifted to Steve, smiling brightly at the image of him as he walked naked away from her into the bathroom, and then the sight of him in the shower as he washed his hair while the shampoo ran down his body. It was that moment that compelled her to step outside the box that she'd been hiding inside most of her life. She allowed nature, guided gracefully by that man, to lead her into a better place. What she did to him was every man's fantasy but never once did she ever believe she could be on the end of that fantasy and fulfill it with such success. She laughed out loud over his enthusiasm as he used a few choice cuss words at the end that he later apologized for, but quickly confessed that he couldn't help it. What she was doing to him was merciless, he'd barely had the strength to stand.
Unbeknownst to him that was one of the best compliments she'd ever received, considering it was her first time.
She felt empowered for the first time in her life. Angry with herself for not allowing this part of her to flourish the way it was now. She smiled again thinking of him, knowing he was a big part of it. She had no idea where this relationship was going but so far she was sure it was headed in the right direction. They both seemed happy with it.
He jiggled the window to the laundry room up and down until the lock loosened and then slid it open, knowing she wasn't home. He had spent several minutes watching her in that guy's backyard, taking in the beautiful sight of Alyssa Jordan lying so casually on a Hawaiian Beach. If he had risked getting a picture he was sure he could have sold it for millions, 'billions!' he thought confidently. But that would be like a betrayal and he wanted nothing to do with jeopardizing their future relationship.
He glanced at his watch and as he stood in the laundry room. He had to be back at work in less than half an hour, but couldn't pass up this opportunity to see inside the life of Alyssa. He knew those kids were gone at school and the house was empty. He'd come to the conclusion that they must be a niece and nephew that she was caring for, knowing for a fact that she didn't have children of her own. Or perhaps she had adopted them, knowing that her generosity and loving nature could make that a genuine possibility, especially if she had kept it out of the media. If that were the case, he decided, he would love them too; even the undisciplined boy. He just needed a strong man around to teach him manners.
He made his way upstairs, feeling his heart accelerate over the anticipation of being this close to her everyday life. He was sure she must have been on a break from filming having scanned the Internet thoroughly, but finding nothing on her being in Hawaii, assured that she was trying to keep a low profile. That would take into account the modest house.
He stopped in the middle of the hallway, seeing the master bedroom at the end of the hall. He felt his mouth go dry as he walked toward it, feeling surreal knowing this is where she slept. He stood in the doorway staring at the bed that was unmade. The sheets in disarray, chuckling to himself that she was a restless sleeper, not knowing the bedding chaos was from she and Steve's most recent liaison.
He ran his hand over the pillow, caressing the spot where she had laid her head, picking it up and placing it over his face, breathing in her scent.
He quickly pulled it away from his face, staring at the odd smell that resembled cologne; a man's smell. He threw it angrily back on the bed, realizing then the messed up bedding was because that man had been in there. He growled over the thought of it, angry with her at first and then knew it couldn't be her fault. He was manipulating her; he was sure of it. It convinced him all the more that he needed to protect her. He needed to be a part of her life.
He turned away from the bed and focused on the dresser, opening up the top drawer and admiring her undergarments, pulling out a black lace thong. He ran his fingers over the material, picturing her wearing it, and only it. He let out a deep sigh and stuck them in his jeans pocket, closing the drawer again.
The perfume on the counter in the bathroom smelled just like she did that first day he met her at the store, recalling the pounding of his heart when he realized it was she that had actually taken a seat behind him. "Fate," he whispered, spraying a light mist of the perfume on the panties that he had put in his pocket.
He came back down the stairs and into the kitchen.
He scanned the inside of the refrigerator wanting a glimpse of what she ate, hoping it wasn't too healthy, he was a junk food addict and proud of it, but would change for her if he had too. He was pleased that it wasn't filled over the top with fruits and vegetables. It was a good variety. 'He could live with that,' he decided.
There was a half eaten turkey sandwich that was wrapped up in cellophane sitting on the shelf, knowing it must have been hers. He took it out and unwrapped it as if it were a piece of treasure rather than what it actually was, staring at it, knowing her lips had touched it. He devoured it in two bites, closing his eyes and picturing her making it for him sometime in the near future as they both stood in the kitchen, as a couple.
He stood just outside the laundry room door, knowing he had to leave. He'd stayed too long as it was, but now he had a way in. He could come back anytime. As he climbed out he felt a sharp pain, knowing his deception of sneaking in and out of her life was wrong. She deserves better than this, he thought. She deserves to hear the truth. He needed to tell her how he felt and convince her of the life they owed each other, it was their destiny after all, how could she argue with that. How could anyone.
