Alana's POV.
It was the sound of running water from the next room that woke me. Stretching languorously, I became aware of the small aches and chafes I acquired through the night. A small blush crept up my neck as I heard him move about in the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and every now and then I would get a glimpse of him through it as he walked by completely naked.
Smiling softly, I remembered the night we shared together in this very bed. Our bed. It had such a lovely sound to it as I quietly mouthed it. 'Our bed.' I felt my body shiver when I said those words.
Quietly I slip from under the silky sheet to walk towards the partially opened door. I stop to pick up his white shirt. It lay over the arm of the chair where he threw it the night before. Holding it bunched in my hands, I raise the shirt to my face, inhaling deeply. His scent envelops my senses. I picture him in my mind wearing this shirt. The way he looked last night when he came back home after visiting the office once again looking tired as hell.
I can still see the warm fire burning in the grate of the huge fireplace. Smell the faint aroma of vanilla from the candles burning on the mantel and side table. Hear the sound of slow background music emanating from hidden speakers in the room. Opening my eyes, I slide the soft cotton shirt up my arms, wrapping myself in his aura.
I listen and hear him humming, recognizing the tune immediately.
As I make my way back to our bed, I think about the week we shared. He was the perfect gentleman. In all the time I have known him, he has never appeared flustered or out of place. Never at a loss for words, he is able to put the shyest person at complete ease or instill a sense of wariness and caution to the most aggressive of men. The words ...a man's man...come to mind when you think of him.
Not once he forced me to go out or visit our friends since the night I stormed out.
I sit on the edge of the massive bed, turning to look at the mussed sheets and scattered pillows and I can't help but smile. I touch the small pink whisker burn on my breast and remember how his mouth looked when he nuzzled me there.
Pushing back onto the bed, I allow myself the luxury of laying amid the rumpled sheets and pillows, listening to his movements in the other room. Hugging myself, pulling his shirt tighter around me I remember our night together. Closing my eyes, I let the memories of the night we shared surround me.
This whole week has been nothing but sweet loving, sweaty bodies, rumpled sheets, heavy breathing, moaning, and our declaration of our love.
And last night we had a date in our home which reminded me of our New Year we spent, the first time I fully gave my body and heart to him. And for some reason, I was nervous just like I was that night.
He opened the bottle of fine Bordeaux with ease and experience. The fine art of pouring was ingrained and he did it with finesse and a sense of style. The wine tasted like a drop of heaven mixed with fine tart berries, hints of lavender, and the essence of arousal and desire.
He kissed me after that first sip. The lingering flavor of Bordeaux combined with his taste was a heady mix. The slight lick on my bottom lip as he withdrew his mouth added to the slow burn that was beginning inside me.
He stepped back with that little sexy smile on his lips that he does so well. The small wink he added pushed me over the edge. I had to laugh. I had to release some of the happiness and tension that was churning inside me. He knew it was there, waiting just under the surface to erupt. I suddenly felt so relaxed, so at ease. Imagine! One small kiss, one small smile, and one little wink were enough.
He took my hand and led me to the small open space in the living area. I walked into his arms easily when he turned towards me. It felt so natural to have his arm around me, holding me close to his body. His other hand held mine tight to his chest as he began the slow steps to the bSd playing. His hand slipped gently down my back to press me into him. We fit so nice together.
                                      
                                  
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