His Unwanted Bride ~Editing~

Chapter Thirty Five: Tabitha

     As I walked into our bedroom, I looked down at the clothes he had given me. After glancing back to be sure he couldn't see me, I removed my towel and slid the t-shirt onto my body. It smelled like a mix of detergent and a wonderful smell that was all him.
    I looked up and noticed a pile of bags with a note that had my name on it. I stepped forward and opened the note. It was from Alex's mom.
     "Tabitha, I know you have your suitcase full of clothes, but I thought you might want some new things that aren't so full of bad memories. I hope you enjoy these, I had to guess about what you might like. When you are feeling better, we will have to go shopping for more soon.
-Roula

P.S. I washed everything before I dropped it off. That is why there aren't any tags."

     I looked in the top bag and it was filled with lacy black underwear and bras. I couldn't help chuckling a little. I pulled out a pair and slid it on before pulling on Alex's shorts. I walked over to the bed and pulled back the duvet. Despite feeling a bit more capable and awake, it felt right wearing his clothes rather than my own.
      Just as I settled in the bed, I felt a warmth behind me. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me back against him. His hand slid ever do slightly under my shirt so that his palm came into contact with my bare skin.
      "Don't worry, I'm not going to make any moves tonight, I just need you close to me," he whispered in my ear. I felt goosebumps all over my body.
       "What if I want you to," I whispered turning slightly to face him, my body grinding against his.
        "Not tonight," he mumbled. "I want you healthy first, but I'll still claim a kiss or two."
      Before I knew it, his lips were on my neck, kissing and sucking gently. I couldn't help letting out a moan in pleasure. "Alexios," I begged softly.
    He slid his arms around me more tightly, his hands dancing across my bare flesh. "I have a whole life with you, wife. I don't want to rush things, especially when you're not feeling well. Let me kiss you and hold you, and make you feel good, then when you are feeling well again I can pick up where we leave off," he growled seductively.
     "I love it when you act like this," I whispered softly as he gently licked a trail along where he had been kissing and sucking.
     "Like what?" He asked innocently before biting my neck again as he massaged my chest under my shirt.
      "Mmmm possessive, but in a good way," I moaned softly.
     "That's because you're mine, wife," he growled back in response as he turned me ever so slightly so his lips could meet mine.
     "Mmm I love that too," I moaned.
     "What's that?" he replied mischievously.
     "When you growl and call me wife. And when you kiss me like that," I smiled shyly.
     "Well, wife, I think it's about time that we get to sleep," he spoke. "We have a long day tomorrow with Clarissa."
      "You're right, but I don't want you to be," I whined.
       "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," he smiled pulling the blanket tighter around me and pulling me closer to him. Before long we drifted off to sleep.