Tattoo's Are Forever

Chapter 4

Sorry about the short chapter this is! All sorts of craziness have been going the past 2 days!

            Alyse glared at him from the couch as he paced in the kitchen on the phone. She could hear him muttering quietly and could tell when he started talking about her. When he did, he stopped pacing and whispered into the phone. She shook her head and scoffed when he stopped again. She turned her eyes away from him and grabbed the TV remote. As he continued talking, she flipped through the channels and smiled when she saw her favorite show, NCIS was having a marathon. She dropped the remote and sat back to watch her favorite crime fighters do their work. She chuckled at a joke then stiffened when the couch back dipped. She scowled as he reached down and turned the TV off. When his hand brushed against her arm lightly, sparks flew behind her eyes and her skin tingle in awareness. She jumped up and walked to the other side of the room. She rubbed her arm in an attempt to make the tingly feeling go away.

She shuttered as he walked closer. She stepped back until her back collided with the wall as he walked around the couch to close in on her. As he moved slowly closer, she decided she really had never seen a move attractive male specimen. His stance alone just radiated confidence and self-awareness. He moved with the grace of a jungle cat on the prowl and his blue eyes just trapped her against the wall, even though he was still several feet in front of her. When he finally reached her, he placed a hand on either side of her head and leaned in. His breath hit her face like a hammer, but it was almost as if his very breath was a drug. His breath was sweet and soft as it breezed against her skin.

“What are you doing?” She whispered as she brought her hands up and placed them on his chest to prevent him from leaning any closer. The look in his eyes was not a scary one, but she was petrified none-the-less.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he replied in a hushed voice. “Why don’t you tell me what I’m doing.” Despite her hands pressing against his chest, he leaned in closer and ran his nose along her collarbone.

“You’re touching me,” she gasped out as the most pleasant sensations swept through her body. Her skin felt hypersensitive and excessively hot. Every time his body came into contact with hers, it shot a bolt of electricity directly to her groin. She gasped for air as he leaned in closer and his chest brushed against hers. With his knees bent, his shoulders were on the same level as hers; otherwise he would have towered over her by at least half a foot.

“Don’t pretend to act like you don’t like me touching you,” he retorted. His warm, soft lips suddenly came into play and traced the line of her shoulder. Her breathing escaladed and became raspy.

“There’s no pretending involved,” she snapped. “You really need to back off!” She braced her hands against his chest again and pushed with everything she had.

He fell back and stared at her with an awestruck look. She panted quietly for a moment before throwing herself away from the wall. She raced around him and grabbed the TV remote. She hurled it at him with a yell and smiled when it hit him in the head. She flinched when he looked up at her with the angriest expression she had ever seen.

Now she was beyond scared or even petrified. She was now scared shitless.

She turned quickly and bolted for the front door. The firm, dark door had two deadbolts and a lock on the doorknob. She flipped the deadbolts and was reaching for the doorknob when hands gripped her hips tightly and spun her around. Her body was slammed against the door and a stone hard, muscular body pressed against her. Before she could even blink, unrelenting lips collided with hers and she cried out in shock and anger.

Those lips moved against hers roughly as she struggled to be free of the hands that held her against the door. As she pushed against him, he released her hips only to trap her wrists above her head with a single hand. His other hand traveled down the side of her face, then down her neck and down her side only to travel around to the small of her back. As pleasant sensations assaulted her senses, she relaxed against him slightly as she timidly responded to his kiss.

When his tongue traced along her bottom lip, she tensed. But when his hand pulled her closer and he grinded his hips into hers, she gasped in shock. He took advantage of the slight opening and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She stiffened and tried to pull away as his tongue stroked hers lightly. He moaned when she squirmed against him and her groin pressed roughly against his. As he gripped her tightly, he used his groin to hold her against the wall as his hand released her wrists. His hands gripped the sides of her face and turned it so he could deepen the kiss. She relaxed again and leaned into him, responding to his kiss. She brought her hands down and rested the lightly on his shoulders as his hands left her face and traced down her neck. She moaned as his hands moved steadily downward until they came to rest on her breast. She flinched when they kneaded her breast and she pulled away.

His lips never left her skin as they moved down to kiss her neck. She began struggling again as his teeth nipped her tense skin lightly. Her hands left his shoulders as she wove them into his hair and gripped tightly, pulling his neck away from her body. His eyes, as they met hers, were filled with lust and need, and the look terrified her. She whipped her head back and threw it forward suddenly, headbutting him. He fell away from her with a cry of pain and she saw blood pouring from his nose before he covered it with her hand. She pushed him away farther as she turned and flipped the last lock.

As bolted out the door and blinked in the sunlight, she raced down the driveway. She stopped and looked around her an exit of some sort and her eyes fell on the GSXR. When she saw the key in the ignition, she smiled.

That’s just plain lucky! God I love being Irish!

She threw on the helmet and jumped on the bike, turning it on. She kicked it into gear and left treads as she peeled down the driveway and onto the street. As she passed the front door, she heard him yell out to her about something. She didn’t listen and rode away.

As she went, she realized she had plenty to think about it. She thought back about everything he had said and done. His words about her parents cut into her heart like a thousand knives. But his physical actions made any wound he caused seal up and heal. Why had he kissed her like that; like she was the only woman he would ever want? Why had he touched her in such a way? And most of all, why had she responded? Why did she like him touching her?

With her mind drifted, her attention did as well.

She never saw the Lamborghini closing in on her on the country road until it was pulling up next to her. As she looked over and saw Alexion, she saw the blood on his face and the angry glint in his eye. She smiled, knowing he couldn’t see it, and dropped a gear. As she shot forward and moved it front of him, she glanced in the mirror. She knew the car chase was going to happen.

And she knew she could win!