Red Blooded

Red Blooded - The End

Yay for happy endings :D Just a reminder, this is the alternative ending to the ones where Hayden dies :)

My heart jumped in my chest. I had long ago since thought the jumpy feeling had disappeared, but I was wrong. It was back with a vengeance. I didn't know how to suppress the feeling; my heart just kept pounding. Up and down it went, causing the feeling of incessant butterflies to invade my stomach. Granted, it wasn't a painful feeling, but I couldn't altogetheru say it was pleasant either. I knew the difference between pleasure and pain.

Almost as if that thought caused me to feel uncomfortable, I fixed the white dress I had slipped on this morning, feeling the cottony fabric against my thighs. It stopped mid way, allowing me to show the vast length of my toned legs in the way that made men stare. Maybe that was the reason I had worn it. Everything I wore, everything I did these days seemed to be as a direct result of my subconscious. My subconscious had only one thing on her wicked mind.

Playing with the hem of my pretty white dress, I leaned back against the car seat, taking in the sights of the city that flew by the window. A sigh left me involuntarily, part of me wishing that I was back at home, in bed. If I were home in bed, I would have other ways of alleviating stress.

I squirmed in my seat, feeling the blush rise and stay firmly on my cheeks. Trying to keep my mind occupied, my fingers kept up play of the hem...until a large hand landed softly over my left thigh, stilling both my hands in an instant.

The touch sent an empty aching that I had thought was sated only 5 minutes before we left the penthouse, but yet, the briefest of touches was enough to send carnal desire skip through me like blood through my veins.

"I get that you're nervous, but Baby, I'm driving, and you're lifting your dress higher and higher, and I'm getting all hot and bothered." His right hand squeezed my thighs, and yet another content sigh escaped me. "Wanna talk about it?"

I twisted on my seat, with my back to the door, so that I could face him. He readjusted his hand so that it had a firm place on my bare skin. I savoured all his touches. Ever since I took him from deaths grips, we both held a firm grip on each other, one that we weren't prepared to comprise over or let go.

My heart jumped erratically in my chest. The pulsing in my body never seemed to fade whenever he was near. To think of it, I didn't want it to fade, ever.

"Hayden," I covered his hand and gripped tightly, "Can't we just go home and suck face?" I asked sweetly, half hoping that he'd listen and turn the car around at the first available moment. But I knew. Hayden was strong headed, and he believed in doing the right thing.

I let a subtle shudder escape me. It was his stubbornness and moral righteousness that nearly made me lose him. Nearly. I think he forgot I owned a jet and could fly to anywhere I damned pleased. Only a couple of hours later and I would have lost him for good.

Hayden sighed, a little exasperated, no doubt. We never fought, but this topic was something we debated strongly.

"Angel, I thought we talked about this?" His thumb rubbed in circular motions on my skin, alighting my body with a fire that I was constantly struggling to douse.

"I can't think when you're doing that." My head pointed to his moving hand.

His beautiful smirk slowly made its way on to his face.

"Why, angel? Is it bothering you?" He asked innocently, turning his head away from the road for just a second before he carried on. His fingers gripped tightly before they snaked under the dress.

"I have to warn you, I'm getting the urge to zip your pants down right now and take you."

Hayden's wandering hand froze. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, the deep breathing I was used to hearing before he devoured me filled the silence. A smirk of my own emerged. My inner Wonder Woman grinned like a cat at the control she had over the beautiful ogre who, just by breathing, made her love him more than words could describe.