Chapter 10

The food sobered him, and after he helped her clear away the dishes and the leftovers, Bobby brushed his hands down over her hair. He kissed her sweetly.

"Wow," she said with a grin. "What's gotten into you tonight?"

The answer to that question would have required hours to communicate, so Bobby simply whispered, "Love. I love you. I just want to show you." He kissed her again.

Alex could feel her own body responding to him, to his warm, wet mouth, and his gentle hands. She snaked her hands across his waistband until they rested against the small of his back and returned his kisses. When she felt his body hard against hers, she scared herself.

Alex quickly pulled back, gasping for breath.

He worried. "I'm sorry," he said quickly, though he wasn't certain what he'd done.

"No, Bobby, don't," she said. She was shaking with desire and love and fear and she forced herself to step closer to him again. She reached up and put her hands at the back of his neck. His hot breath was against her cheek, and she kissed him, opening her mouth and teasing him with her tongue.

Bobby's hands were on her hips, and they slid slowly upward, just grazing against her breasts before he moved them back down again. Alex moaned and felt herself pressing into the hardness that had just frightened her so.

Bobby skirted the edges of her breasts and then carefully allowed each of his hands to support them, full on, nipple to palm.

Alex heart was in triple digits. She broke the kiss and dropped her forehead against his chest, watching his hands kneading, his hips swaying against her in a steady rhythm. She felt his lips on the back of her head.

He breathed her name, and she lifted her arms so he could remove her blouse. Her bra still concealed her bosom, but he dipped his head down and kissed her on this side of her cleavage and that side.

Bobby picked her up, cradled like a child, and his tongue reached into her mouth as he carefully walked to her bedroom. Gently, he set her on her bed. "Alex," he said again, and he climbed over her, kissing the bare spots on her torso and gently nipping at her bra with his teeth.

"Oh, God, Bobby!" She groaned, and he smiled. He leaned in, and her mouth was attacking his neck. He enjoyed it for a few minutes, and then he moved over to lie on his side next to her. His hand slid easily from her shoulder down and settled on the dip at her waist.

Alex was still panting. "Why'd you stop?" She asked.

One side of his mouth curled. "I thought you wanted to take it slow."

Alex held her breath a moment, and then let it out slowly. "I want… it all, Bobby."

Now his smile was complete. "You don't mean that. That's just lust talking."

Alex turned angrily to her back, leaving his hand to trace over the mounds in her bra. She arched her back, pushing back against his hand.

"Second base," he breathed, "and no more."

Now Alex had a grin. "Unless I convince you otherwise," she growled. She pulled his hand to her mouth and sucked the tip of his thumb seductively. He closed his mouth over her nipple and she felt his hot breath radiating out through the fabric of her bra. The second time he did it, she gasped, and he reclaimed his finger from her mouth.

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. His mouth pressed against hers and his hands released the clasp at her back. Alex pulled away, and as her bra slid down her arms, her breasts fell towards him easily.

Bobby studied them with his eyes while Alex discarded the unwanted bra. He sat up, taking her nipple in his mouth. As he licked and sucked on one side, his hand kneaded the other.

Alex sat, grinding her crotch against the rock in his pants. Bobby switched sides, and she moaned aloud, twining her fingers into his hair.

She raised herself off him for a minute, then dropped back down when he least expected it. Bobby gasped in surprise, the suction of his lips momentarily broken. She dove down, her lips locked with his and her hands tearing away at his shirt.

Bobby helped her open his shirt, and she sighed to find an undershirt beneath it. She greedily slid her hands up underneath the tee. Eyes closed, a crooked smile on her lips, she let her fingers roam through the thick curls of his chest. Bobby's eyes were pure affection as he silently took a mental snapshot of his Alex.

In another few moments, they both were too confined by his shirts. Alex moved aside, and Bobby removed them both. Then he drew her into his embrace, filled with ecstasy at the sensation of her bare chest against his. Soon their mouths were locked again, and his hands were inching their way back to her heavy breasts.

"Don't stop," Alex told him between kisses. "More, Bobby, more." She shivered as his fingers drifted across her naked side.

"I love you, Alex," he whispered, and then forced himself to back away. His eyes were dark with desire, and he clutched the sheet in his balled up fists.

"Don't," she pleaded. "I want you, Bobby. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so badly."

He was trembling, one 'brain' dueling with the other. "You said…"

"I don't care what I said! I love you! I want you!"

The throbbing in his pants was creating a vacuum in his head. He could feel his blood rushing in his ears, a thunderous pulsing of need. She came closer and kissed his chest.

"You—you'll stop me if—" he asked.

She took his chin in her fingers. "I love you. I want you. I want this." And when her lips took his again, he gave in to the aching need of his body.