Chapter 14
Alex woke before the sun came up the next morning. Her body was still in the state of bliss from the night before. They'd made love again sometime in the darkness. She slipped silently out of the bed, pausing only to look at him sleeping peacefully.
Her hand started to reach out and rumple his hair, but she felt suddenly shy. He'd seen her naked, not only physically, but mentally. This scared her. No one had ever seen her this exposed before, not even Andy.
She whispered, "I love you," and she slipped on her running shoes. She couldn't breathe all of a sudden and just needed out. She closed the door softly behind her and started down the steps. A long walk in the park would do her good. Clear her mind and help her deal.
He heard the door close softly behind her before he got up and moved to the bathroom. A quick shower and when she returned they'd talk. He knew she'd be up this early and would need to be on her own.
In truth, he needed it as well. He had never spent this much time alone with one person except his mother. He wanted to be with her, but he didn't want to ruin this by being together too much and too soon.
He needed her to know that he wouldn't smother her. As the water ran down his body, his mind couldn't help but remember the events of the day before.
He could feel her touching him when he closed his eyes. He'd looked into her soul and had not been afraid of the pain he saw there. He'd known he could help take some of that pain away. That was if she wanted him too.
Her mind was racing back and forth between what they'd shared last night, and what was yet to come. He wouldn't run, would he? Would he think that she'd run when he woke to find her gone?
She turned and headed back toward her apartment because that thought alone scared her. He wouldn't leave her. He couldn't. Could he?
She smelled coffee when she returned. He was standing beside the counter, sipping a cup of coffee. Instead of going to him, she smiled at him and headed for the shower.
He was still there. That was what mattered. She showered slowly, letting the water soak into her skin. She washed off the sweat and sex from the night before, only to feel naked without the smell of him on her skin.
The more the water rained down on her, the more she needed him. She turned off the water and wrapped her terrycloth robe around her body. She found him still standing at the counter drinking his coffee.
She slowly took his mug and moved her body closer to his. She undid the robe and let it fall to the floor. Beads of water still clung to her body as he took her in.
He lifted her gently on to the counter and parted her legs. "We should talk."
"Later," she murmured.
"Later," her complied as his mouth found hers and her hands undid the fly of his jeans.
As he slipped inside her, she whispered, "I love you too."
Her legs tightened around him as he sank all the way inside her. "Just never stop."
He picked her up and slowly made his way back toward the bed. He pushed her up against the wall outside her bedroom when she'd put her tongue inside his ear and blew slightly. He braced himself against the wall as he moved inside her.
His legs were shaking as he finally moved them from the wall to the bed, no longer able to stand as he made love to her. He lowered her body to bed not leaving the comfort of being sheathed inside her. Her legs came up and her knees wrapped around his thighs as he took her long and hard, deep and fast.
After making love, she held him against her chest. She breathed long and deep, the sex smell that was their sex smell. His sweat dripped from his forehead to her chest. She'd never felt more alive and wanted than the way she felt with him.
He looked up at her and took a deep breath. "We still have to talk, Alex."
"I know. Just…just not yet," her eyes closed and she ran her hand through his sweaty hair.
"When we wake up," he promised her. "And this time, still be here when I wake up."