** Olivia's P.O.V. **
Alex let me slide down the front of his body as he placed me gently on the floor in front of him.
"Turn around." his voice is low, authoritative, and sexy as hell. How can he infuse so much promise in those two words? Wiling I comply and his hands move to my hair. Gently he pulls my hair free from its messy bun, his expert fingers making short work of the task. My hair falls in swaths over my shoulders, coving my back and down to my breasts. I try to stand still and not squirm, but I' aching for his touch. After my long, tiring and draining day. I want him. All of him.
"You have such beautiful hair Liv." His mouth so close to my ear, I can feel his warm breath on my sensitive neck, though his lips never make contact with my skin. He runs his long fingers through my hair, gently massaging my scalp... ohh my..... I close my eyes and savour this sensational feeling. His fingers travel down, and he tugs, tilting my head back to expose my throat.
"You're mine," he breathes, and his teeth tug at my ear lobe.
I groan.
"Hush now," he admonishes. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and trails a finger across the top of my back from shoulder to shoulder. I shiver in anticipation. He plants a tender kiss on the bottom of my neck just above where his t-shirt starts.
"So beautiful," he runs his hands down my sides. From my shoulders to the hem of the t-shirt. He fists the hem of the shirt, he crouches slightly behind me. With infinite slowness, he begin to pull the t-shirt upwards. Trailing kisses from the bottom of my spine. Between each kiss he murmurs, "I. Want. You. So. Much. I. Want. To. Be. Inside. You. Are. You. Mine?"
Each word is intoxicating. I close my eyes. My toes curling on the plush carpet beneath me. An attempt to sooth the burning feeling between my legs, as I fall deeper under the spell that Alex Turner has cast upon me.
"I'm yours Alex."
"Good, now lift your arms." I do as I'm told. He pulls the shirt over my head, letting it fall to the ground. In one swift movement he pulls my pj shorts down so that they pool at my feet.
"Turn around," he whispers, his voice suddenly hoarse. I do so and he gasps. I'm dressed in my tight black satin lingerie set with lace detail. Alex's eyes travel greedily travelled down my body, but she says nothing. His just gazes at me, his eyes wide with want.
"You like?" I whisper, aware of the shy blush creeping across my cheeks. I am never normally shy or embarrassed in these situations. But right now with Alex I have never felt more naked nor vulnerable.
"More than like baby. You look sensational. Here." He holds out his hand and, taking it, I step out of my shorts.
"Keep still," he murmurs, and without taking his darkening eyes off mine, he runs his middle finger over my breasts, following the invisible line down to my panties. My breath shallows, and he trails his fingers back up to my breasts. Slowly dragging them along my already hard nipples, his tantalizing fingers ending tingles down my spine. He stops and twirls that long index finger of his in the air, indicating that he wants me to turn around.
For him right now, I'd do anything.
"Stop," he says. I'm facing the bed, away from him, and he nuzzles my neck. Gently he cups my breasts, toying with them, while his thumbs circle over my nipples so that they strain against the fabric of my bra.
"Mine," he whispers.
"Yours," I breath.
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** Alex's P.O.V. **
The next couple of weeks were pure bliss. I spent most nights with Olivia at her hotel room doing what we do best. But ever since that night at the bar and then her telling me she was scared of falling in love with me she kept her distance. Well emotionally, not physically, which is just as bad if you ask me. We didn't have the conversations like we did. Now they had little meaning. We used to talk about anything and everything. Now it's just small talk to fill the silence. Or stuff to do with the new record or the fast approaching Olympic gig. Rehearsals for the Olympic opening ceremony were getting more intense and frequent now which meant I had little to no time for Arielle. Strangely she seemed to understand and told me to solely focus on the up and coming record and the Olympics. She said it is fine because she is really busy with work at the moment over in LA. She came back as often as possible and I went over to see her a couple of times. But right now both of our schedules are so hectic.
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