Again, she felt the fear of dread
over come her, knowing if the snow kept up she could kiss the photo shoot
in England good bye, along with any other jobs from the promotions department
that took a chance on her.
The muscles in her shoulders were
on fire, as she tried with all her might to keep her tears at bay.
She knew what her next step should be; she just wished would have the nerve
to make that call. As if a sign from the lord above, she noticed
a small lobby that had a bar, and it was calling her name like a gentle
breeze.
She pulled along her little suitcase
as she slipped into the closed doors of the bar. Finding a leather
booth, she eased down wishing all this would just disappear. Leaning
her head back, she knew she should be outside these doors looking for a
place to lay her head for the night, but she could not move. Again,
she knew she had to call, yet she could not move. The leather engulfed
her stressed body, like a lover.
She had to smile softly when she thought
of a lover. She had not experienced the soft fluttering caress of
a lover in over a year. Her new career did not allow her the time
to settle in one place long enough to carry on a serious relationship.
Thru the year she had gotten used to not having the tenderness of a man’s
tongue against her own, or the touch of their hands against her flesh.
Yet at this very moment she craved it, like the desert craved the water.
Anything to help her ease the fear of her career ending was welcomed at
this point.
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“What may I get for you?”
Startled from her arousing thoughts,
she looked up through flushed cheeks to the lady holding a waitress tray.
“Anything that is strong.” She muttered without much thought. Noticing
the confusion on the young women’s face, she restated. “Vodka straight
up, with a twist of lime.”
“Right away Ma’am.” The girl responded
as she turned on her heels and made her way through the lounge.
Clicking her nails along the table,
she worked over in her head what she could say that may salvage her job.
She was willing to do anything at this point to keep her job, but she feared
the gods of fate was not on her side, nor Mother Nature, as she turned
to see the snow showed no signs of stopping.
Taking a deep breath, she looked up
at the girl who brought her the drink of choice. Sadly this drink
would be where she would find comfort from the dread which absorbed her.
Reaching for her purse to pay for the drink, the waitress stopped her.
“You can settle up later.” She stated. “From the looks of the snow,
you might be here for a while.”
Releasing a sigh, she forced a smile
across her quivering lips, which showed she was mere moments of officially
breaking down. She quickly brought the drink to her lips and allowed
the fiery liquid burn slowly down her throat. Much to her dismay,
she had engulfed the entire contents of the glass in one drink. Looking
around in embarrassment, she lowered the glass to the table thankful nobody
was paying attention.
Pulling her internary from her briefcase,
she scanned it only adding more torment, as she counted the hours till
she was to be in London for a record promotion shoot. Slamming the
paper down, she motioned for the waitress back towards her table.
It was time to get this over with, but she needed some some more liquid
strength.
“Another? Straight up with a
lime?” The young girl asked, as she watched the woman nod her head sheepishly.
The girl turned to leave, when she reached up and caught her in mid turn.
“Is there a phone in here, I may use?”
She asked, hoping her reply would be that all the phone lines where down.
“Yes, Miss.” She replied pointing
over to the corner by a collection of large windows. “Shall I bring
your drink there?” She asked.
Standing up, she collected her things
and nodded. She made her way towards the phone, with the numbers
she had to call clenched tightly in her hand.
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She stopped short when she noticed
the man sit down in the chair next to the phone. “Damn.” She thought,
having just gotten the courage to make the call, she would now have to
wait.
She turned looking around for another
phone, only to come up short. She opted to wait and have another
drink, so she slipped into another large leather booth and awaited her
turn with the phone.
She watched as the waitress sat down
her second drink and made it clear to herself, she would not gulp this
one. She grasped the small straw and stirred the drink aimlessly
as she watched the snow fall through the windows. A shiver over took
her as she watched the ice form against the windows.
Suddenly a loud angry voice drew her
attention to the man whom was on the phone, she waited patiently for.
“Am I to fly the bleeding plane myself?”
He snarled into the receiver as he looked up catching the women across
him a few feet away looking at him.
She quickly lowered her eyes to her
drink, allowing him privacy. She could not help but feel relieved
she was not the only one whom Mother Nature was picking on.
“Yes, I caused the snow on purpose,
just so I could miss seeing you.” He spat running his free hand through
the untamed curly locks on his head in pure disbelief at the caller on
the other end. “Whatever.” He countered helpless to unconvinced caller.
He gave up, and placed the receiver back into its cradle and released a
frustrated sigh.
He turned and looked at the lady,
who was looking back at him. “Do you need the phone as well?” He
asked, trying his best to remember to keep his temper at bay, after the
phone call.
Nodding slowly, she bit against her
lower lip as she watched him rise from the chair. “It is all yours.”
He replied as she slipped from her booth and took the few steps across
the room to the phone. She watched him as he made his way towards
the booth next to hers. He slipped down against the leather, much
like she had before.
Yet another stranded and frustrated
traveler.
Pulling her attention from the nice
looking male, she looked at the numbers in her hand. She would much
rather walk through the snow completely nude than make this call.
Giving in to her responsibilities she, brought the phone to her ear.
She caught the faintest whiff of a
man’s cologne which caused her blood to stir. She turned and looked
at the man once more, only to be caught bye his glance. She smiled
softly and turned her flushed cheeks back to the number pad and the number
on the crumbled piece of paper.
Each ring of the phone made her heart
speed up. She felt as if she had a fist slammed against her chest
when the voice on the other end answered.
“ Stewart Rollings, please.” She whispered
faintly.
“ This is he.” The voice snapped back.
Taking a deep breath, she exhaled.
“Stewart, this is Tasha Larson.”
“The same Tasha Larson, who should
be in the air to London?” He snapped out.
“ Yes, that is why I am calling.”
She stated, her voice shaking with each word that caressed her tongue.
“ Bloody hell; don’t tell me you will
not be making it.” He growled running his hand along his suddenly aching
head.
“ I wish I could promise to be there,
but the weather is not working on my side.” She defended. “The best
I can say is the day after.”
The silence was killing her, as she
awaited his next series of rants. “The day after you say? Let
me see what I can do.”
“Thank you Stewart.” She countered.
“Thank me, if you arrive and still
have a job.” He countered as he hung up the phone.
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Her fingers shook wildly as she placed
the phone back into his cradle. The tears of loosing the best job
she had ever had came threatened to rise to the surface. Until
the softest voice entered her ears.
“May I?” His hand motioning to the
phone. She looked up into the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen.
Pushing the tears from her cheeks, she quickly stood from the chair and
went to move past him towards the table which held her things.
Lowering his head a bit to look into
her eyes, he whispered. “Are you okay?” Having stopped this woman
from leaving once he had seen the despair on her face, and the tears in
her eyes.
Nodding softly, she mustered up her
best “go team go” smile, as he released her hand, allowing her to leave.
“You’re sure?” He asked one more time
for clarification.
“Yes, thank you.” She muttered finally
finding her voice.
He nodded, as she turned and took
a deep breath.
The thought of loosing her job was
no longer first in her thoughts. It was the soft, sensual look of
that man’s eyes and feel of his touch. She quickly downed her drinking,
totally forgetting her previous promise. She needed something to
cool her down, as she fought trying not to look at him again.
The soft voice he spoke to her in
was replaced with bitterness, as his voice grew as it floated through the
lounge. She could not help but look up, when his hand slammed the
phone back down. What happened to that kind, gentle man who had been
concerned about her, yet moments before?
“ Another, Miss?” The waitress appeared,
being Tasha’s eyes from the man whom sat down in the booth next beside
her own.
“Yes, but with tonic this time please.”
Tasha replied already feeling the effects of the two drinks she had slammed
earlier. “Oh and please bring that gentleman another of what he is
drinking.” She whispered softly, finding herself feeling very sorry
for the man in the next booth over.
As the waitress sat down the drink
Tasha had ordered from the man, her eyes darted down, before he could turn
to look her way. She ran the ideas of the photo shoot through her
head, trying to keep her thoughts off those bright penetrating eyes.
Yes, the job she might loose. That is what she can think of to keep
those eyes out of her mind.
She had always wanted to be a fashion
photographer, since she was a small child. Her mother had other ideas
for her though. She was to be someone important, someone people could
look up to. She was to be a doctor.
Tasha enrolled into NYU her freshman
year with the solemn thoughts of following her mother’s dream for her,
until she took a photography class. It was at that time, her mother
wrote her off, explaining she would not waste her money on tuition so her
beautiful daughter could stick her face behind a camera.
She spent the next few years taking
odd end jobs around the city, doing what she loved best, taking pictures.
She had been hired to take photos of tourists at trendy places around the
city, in the end it was not her ultimate dream, but she was still doing
what she loved.
She finally placed an, add in the
paper, offering to take cover shots for up and coming models, to help fill
their portfolio. She offered the girls a safe place to get pictures,
and it allowed Tasha practice at shooting models.
“May I join you?”
Tasha’s eyes shot up to the man beside
her table. She could not form words, just motions. She nodded
as her eyes followed his body as he slipped into the leather seat next
to her.
So much for distracting her thoughts
concerning this man. He was now sitting mere inches from her.
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He noticed how her body stiffened,
which made him wonder if sitting next to her was the correct move.
He turned slightly in the booth and looked at her. “ That was very
kind of you to buy me a drink.” He stated softly.
Pushing the hair behind her ear nervously,
she wished she had a camera. This man was breath taking. Those
eyes just begged to be shot, and printed on paper, so others could marvel
in his appearance.
Parting his lips slowly, he sipped
the soothing liquid between his lips as his eyes danced with wonder, looking
at this shy woman next to him. “ I could say the same about you,
luv.” He replied sitting his drink on the table in front of him.
“This storm is taking its toll, yes.”
She responded softly, willing herself to look away from him.
Grabbing his drink, he held it out
towards her. Clicking his drink against hers he leaned closer.
“Here’s to being stranded,” He whispered, than added with a wink “with
you.”
The nervousness of her laugh amused
him. Over the years in his line of work, he had become quite tainted
around females. It was always so hard to see the pure in them, when
there were thousands that just wanted a piece of him, simply because he
was in a band. He could tell by the look in her eyes, she wished
she could just crawl under the table and hide, which intrigued him to talk
with her more.
Something about her, reminded him
of his self in a way. She did not like attention; you could tell
by the way she dressed. His trained eye of course could tell she
had a killer body hidden beneath the shell of her clothes. Her eyes
were so gentle to look at, when she allowed him a glimpse.
“ Yes stranded.” She muttered softly
to herself. “ So where are you trying to return to?” She asked trying
to keep the conversation flowing. There was nothing worse than awkward
silence.
Cocking his head he looked at her
for the longest of times.
“Forgive me, I did not mean to impose.”
She replied, trying her best to back peddle as she reached for the comfort
of her drink.
He reached out and covered her hand
with his. Her eyes shot up looking into his with a hint of alarm.
“ I was just thinking you look very familiar.” He replied wondering if
they had encountered each other at one time. Lord knows he had seen
his fair share of women over the years; So many faces without a name.
Her eyes fell to his hand, which still
covered hers like a warm security blanket she had once used as a child.
“I believe I would have remembered if we had met.” She admitted sheepishly
as her pale face flushed with a soft hint of red.
“What is your name luv?” He asked,
trying to control the urge to run the backside of his hand along her flushed
cheeks.
“ Natasha.. Tasha Larson.” She chocked
out as his fingertips softly circled the flesh of her hand.
“ Beautiful name.” He whispered softly
against the still air that surrounded them. “Very fitting.”
Tasha smiled softly, as the hair on
the back of her neck stood up. “Good lord, does this man know the
effect he could have on women?” She wondered silently to herself, as her
other hand reached for her drink.
“Natasha..” He whispered softly.
“ It just rolls off the tongue, so nicely.”
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Tasha could not help but shiver after
that statement. She thought she heard a very light snicker from deep
in his chest. All she could muster was to take another drink.
“I hope I have not offended you, Natasha.”
He whispered.
Releasing a sigh, hearing her name
in that accent, made her thankful she was sitting down. “No, but
I do believe you have not introduced yourself.” She countered putting the
spotlight back onto him. Where it belonged, he was the bright one
between the two. He was the one whom could make women weak from one
glance. She was nobody, but a girl whom hid behind a camera.
Pulling his hand from her’s he pushed
the hair from his face, which was upstrucking the view he had of her.
“Richard Savage.” He replied, waiting for the look that always appeared
in female’s eyes when his name was mentioned.
Holding her hand out, she smiled.
“A pleasure to meet you, Richard.”
Looking deep into her eyes, he seen
nothing he normally viewed. Was it possible she had no clue who he
was? Or for that matter what he had done for a living all these years.
Taking her hand, he lowered his head
and kissed the top of her hand. “Natasha, I assure you, the pleasure
is all mine.” He whispered, noticing she did not have a ring on her hand.
“Can I get either of you another round?”
The young women asked, breaking the heated moment the two of them shared
as they gazed into one other’s eyes.
Slipping his hand into the back of
his jeans, he pulled a wallet out. Taking out a credit card, he handed
it to the young girl. “Please combine the lady’s tab with mine.”
He countered, as the girl smiled. He could tell by her eyes, the
waitress knew who he was.
“Do you offer food here?” Tasha asked
softly. She could not tell if it was the drinks or the man next to
her that was making her light headed.
“I am sure I can arrange for something
to be brought over.” The girl countered looking at Savage. “I will
return with your drinks and a menu.” She said blushing as Savage smiled
at her.
“I could have bought my own drinks.”
Tasha stated, wanting to make it clear she did not need his hand outs.
“I was raised by my mum to be a gentleman,
and I will not have you buying anything while I am around.” He assured
her as she nodded, realizing she was fighting an endless battle of wills
with him.
Slipping his arm around behind her
neck against the booth, he bold asked. “Tell me luv, what has you so upset?”
Just as as was thinking of an answer,
she felt the tips of his fingers twine into her hair. Closing her
eyes closed softly, she took a deep breath. “My job.” She replied
softly as she turned and looked at him.
His tongue darted out, and wet his
lips. “Let’s see if we can’t make you forget about that job.”
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She felt her heart jump to her throat
as she replayed each word he said over in her head. She lowered her
eyes to hide the excitement that rushed through her entire body.
But, Savage did not miss the smile that formed across her lips.
“Tell me, are you always this shy?”
He asked, slipping his finger under her chin, lifting her face up to look
at him slowly. “Or do I just make you nervous?”
A part of him knew teasing and taunting
her was wrong, yet he could not help it. He found sitting next to
a women whom only knew him as Richard Savage, quick enticing. He
also knew he was playing with fire, since their was a women whom waited
for him in London. But for the life of him, he could not stop.
“It’s your eyes.” She whispered faintly,
feeling her heart thump wildly inside her chest.
“What about them luv?” He replied
in a husky whisper, as his fingers traced the outline of her jaw.
“ Your menu and drinks.” The voice
interrupted them.
Tasha took a deep cleansing breath,
as she turned her face towards the waitress. She did not know if
was good timing or bad. All she knew, her body was on fire.
Savage reached forward and took the
menu for the girls grasp. He turned and looked at her through lowered
lashes and smiled. “Give us a few minutes.” He replied to the waitress,
as he pulled back reeling in Tasha’s soft fragrance.
Trying to shake her head clear of
the lustful thoughts that was taking up perment residence there, she turned
and looked at the menu in Richard’s hands. “See anything good?” She
asked as his eyes darted up towards her own.
“Depends, are you talking about the
menu?” He asked boldly. He received his answer when she softly bit
against her bottom lip.
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Tasha looked into his eyes for the
longest time, that she almost forgot her own question as well as his.
It wasn’t until the waitress returned to take their order, which she realized
she was totally under his thrall.
She sat motionless as she listened
to him order a sample platter, which would allow them a little bit of everything
to choose from. Her fingers began tapping nervously against the glass,
when the girl took the menu and walk away. Leaving her and Richard
completely and utterly alone.
Again..
Turning sideways, he placed his fingers
over her hand gently. He touched her as if she was made of fine china.
“Forgive me if I am overwhelming you.” He whispered. “I just
find you utterly appealing, which is getting the best of me.”
Never at any other time in her life,
did Tasha wish she had more experience with men, than at this very time.
All her girlfriends would have had this guy eating out of their palms,
yet all she could muster was a flushed face and a smile here and there.
What could this man possible see in her, worth wasting his time?
“It’s just that I am not experienced
when it comes to keeping men entertained.” She replied honestly.
Dipping his finger slowly along her
lips, he watched pondered what her lips would feel like, when they parted
slowly. How would they taste? His index finger pressed against
the center of her lower lip, as he pulled his eyes from her lips. “You
are keeping me entertained quite well luv.” He replied, as he leaned in
against her lips.
His lips barley touched her, when
he heard her inhale a deep breath of bafflement. As much as he wanted
to plunge his fingers deep into her hair and kiss her with all the raging
passion he had in his soul, he wanted this to be tender. Something
he rarely got to experience with a female.
Pulling softly back, he lifted his
eyes up to hers. “ I do believe you taste better than anything we ordered
on that menu.”
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With a mind of their own, Tasha brought
her hands up to the side of his face. Her perfectly manicured nailed
traced along his face, until their rested completely embedded in his wild
blonde locks.
Feeling his body stir from the look
in her eyes and look which washed over her face. That briefest of
kiss seemed to have awoken something deep inside her. He lowered
his eyes slowly, as he parted his lips, sucking her lower lip gently into
his awaiting mouth.
He awaited a warning from her, before
going any further. He could care less that they sat in a very public
place, at this point. He could lay this woman on the table before
him, and worship every inch and curve of her body. His teeth softly
nipped against her lip, causing the sign he was waiting for.
“Ohhh.” Tasha whimpered softly against
his mouth.
Releasing her lip, his tongue slowly
lapping against it, begging for entrance to what he wanted. He did
not have to wait long; she parted her lips and allowed his tongue entrance.
The hold she had on his head, tightened,
as her head turned slowly, allowing him further into his mouth. She
could honestly recall, never having experienced a kiss that made her mind,
body and soul weak with desire.
His hand dropped from her face, to
her shoulders. Slipping his finger tips into the collar of her shirt,
he finally felt her flesh. It was hot to the touch, yet he did not
pull away. It only drove him to touch more.
“Your food.” The waitress whispered
softly as she quickly put the food down on the table and turned and left
quickly.
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Savage could not help but silently
curse the timing of the waitress, when Tasha pulled away from him.
He watched as her finger went to her lips, and her eyes danced with amazement
along with a hint of embarrassment.
Feeling as if the embarrassment was
over taking her thinking, he had to do something fast. He removed
her fingers from her lips and placed them against his own. Kissing
his finger slowly and softly as his eyes bore into hers, he whispered.
“May we finish this after we eat?” He asked, praying she would accept.
She slowly sucked her lip into her
mouth slowly and nodded her head. He smiled as he leaned forward
and kissed her lips one last time. He turned his eyes regretfully
away from her, and pulled a breaded covered mushroom into his fingers.
Holding his hand under the other, he blew against it, making sure it was
not to hot, for her tender lips.
Tasha smiled sweetly at his gentlemen
gestures, as she parted her lips. He slowly placed his fingers between
her lips and placed the small mushroom against her awaiting tongue.
She closed her lips against his fingers and slowly suckled them as he removed
them slowly from her lips. He could not help but feel his pants tighten
from her action.
He watched as she chewed the soft
mushroom and swallowed it. Lord knows he could think of many things
to do with that mouth besides feeding her food. He knew she needed
some type of nourishment, if he happened to be lucky enough to keep her
at his side through out this snowy night.
She turned her eyed towards the tray
and picked up a ring of calamari between her fingers. She repeated
his previous actions, as she pressed her lips together and blew gently
against the food. Placing the food against his lips, he sucked her
finger deep into her mouth. His tongue wrapped around her finger,
sucking the calamari loose.
As he chewed on the calamari, Tasha
leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. She had not idea where
this sudden boldness came from, but she liked it.
“ Excuse me, I am afraid we will be
closing soon.” The girl stated, as she made her way towards the table.
She had stood in the shadows awaiting a good time to approach them, and
thought this would be the best time, if any.
Tasha and Savage both turned and looked
at her. The expression on their faces proved they could care less
that she stood there. The moment she walked away, Savage turned to
Tasha and whispered. “Do you have a room yet?” He knew he was being forward,
but he was not going to let that get in the way of being with this woman.
Shaking her head, she could not believe
that she had not even thought of securing herself a place to sleep.
“You?” She asked, her eyes showing she was hoping he had a place to go.
“Tasha, would you please allow me
to get us a hotel room?” His voice whispered, as his bright blue eyes begged
her.
She answered with a nod, as she began
gathering her things from around the table. As she waited for Richard
to settle up the bill, she could not believe how things had turned from
down right terrible, to this. She would soon be in a room alone,
with a man she just met. She just prayed she had the strength and
the will to satisfy him, like a woman should.
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She stepped forward when Savage settled
up the tab at the bar. He slipped his fingers tightly between hers
and walked her out of the doors; she had entered looking for sanctuary.
Little did she know, it would come in this form.
Having been stranded many times before
for many different reasons, Savage knew just what do to. He walked
to the airlines, and expressed that he would need a room. Handing
over his ticket, he watched as they quickly typed in some information.
“Will the airport Hilton, be to your taste?” The man asked, as Savage nodded,
he picked up the phone to make transportation arrangements.
As the man talked on the phone, he
turned to the woman who stood meekly at his side. “Where was your
flight headed?” Knowing she would need to book herself on the first flight
out, once the airport opened.
“London.” She replied, again getting
that sinking feeling about her job.
His eyes brightened as he heard her
reply. “You were on this flight as well?” He asked, almost thrilled
they would be in London together, if they ever make it there.
She nodded, amused by his excitement.
She handed over her ticket as he turned to the man behind the counter again.
“We will need arrangements made for when the airline opens.” She
found herself excited from his take charge attitude.
The man took the tickets and looked
at the names, than back at them. “Shall I arrange for two rooms?”
He asked.
“No.” Tasha quickly answered, which
caused Savage to turn and look at her, with one of the wickedest smile
she had ever seen.
“You can have our tickets sent to
our room?” Savage asked, not wanting to waste another minute in this airport.
He wanted to be behind closed doors, with Natasha, he simply could not
be bothered with waiting for tickets.
“Of course, Mr. Savage.” The man replied.
“If you wait by that door, a hotel car will be here soon to take you and
Ms. Larson to your room.”
Nodding his head in approval, Savage
turned and collected Tasha in his arms. They slowly made their way
towards the door, which was iced over. “ I am afraid we may be here
a while.” Tasha whispered, as her finger ran against the iced over window
and shivered.
Savage felt the cold against the window,
and pulled Tasha against his body. “Honestly, I don’t mind if this
snow never stops.” He replied, as he ran his lips along her ear slowly
as he watched the car pull up outside the doors. It was only a matter
of time, now.
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Holding the door open for Tasha, Savage
watched as she carefully stepped through the snow. Slipping his arm
around her waist, to help her balance, they managed to make it to the heated
car, without incident.
As she slipped across the leather
seats in the hotel town car, Savage watched as her skirt rose, showing
off a hint of her thighs. Shaking his head, he slipped in beside
her and gentled placed his hand against her exposed thigh. He felt
his heart rush, when her hand cupped over his and did not push him away.
He turned to her with his free hand,
and cupped the side of her face and pulled her against his lips.
It had been far too long since he had tasted her, and he could not wait.
He felt her chest pressed against his, as his tongue slowly made its way
into her hot, awaiting mouth.
The lullaby of her heart beating pushed
him to kisser her deeper, and his hand to roam father up her thigh.
If he thought he could get away with it, he would have pulled her on his
lap, while the driver drove them to their awaiting hotel room.
A soft whimper echoed against his
tongue, as his hand slipped between her thighs. She was so warm and
inviting, he needed more. He wanted more. Her fingers slowly
made their way into his hair, holding him against her mouth, while his
tongue and hand battled for more.
The car stopped sharply, causing them
to pull away from one another. They both looked wildly out the window
at the Chicago Airport Hilton. This place would house their uncontrolled
desires for one another, for as long as the snow continued to fall.
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The driver brought the luggage into
the hotel lobby and instructed the bellhop to wait for them. “Do
you mind if I wait over here?” Tasha asked seeing a TV with the weather
channel on.
“No, I need to make a few calls; I
will come and get you.” He promised, sealing it with a small yet powerful
kiss.
She watched with a smile as he made
his way, away from her towards the front desk. She stepped towards
the TV, and listened to the forecast. The smile she had turned into
a frown from a few simple words. “Folks we are looking for the snow
to belt us for the next few days.”
She pried her eyes from the screen
and looked towards the desk to see if Savage was still standing up there.
She did not find him, and assumed he was making those needed calls.
Checking the time on her wrist, she knew it was too late to call Stewart
at home; she would have to leave a message. She walked over to a
phone in the lobby and stopped, when she realized she could not leave him
a number to call back at. She would have to call him from inside
the room.
She turned from the phone and walked
to a chair and sank down into it. How could the promotions department
hold her liable for something she had no control over? The more she
thought about it, the more she wondered if she wanted to work for them.
Finding herself with no real answers to her questions she turned and looked
around for Savage one more time.
“It looks as if, I will not be making
it to London for the next few days.” Savage replied into the phone.
“Yea, so I heard.” His mate replied
exhaling a cloud of smoke from his lips. “Monica has called demanding
to know if you are really snowed in.”
“She is so bloody unreasonable.” Savage
growled.
“ I agree mate, yet you keep her around.”
Looking over his shoulder, Savage
watched as Tasha watched the forecast. “Maybe, but not for long.” He replied.
Almost chocking on the smoke in his
lungs, Joe sat straight up in his chair. Could he have heard his
mate right? It was not like him to dump anyone, no matter how bad
things where. Suddenly it dawned on him. “You met a bloody bird while
in the airport.”
Shaking his head, Savage should have
known Joe would see right through him, even if they were not face to face.
“I will call you tomorrow if I hear anything about the snow.”
“Sod that! You will call me with every
detail.” Joe laughed on the other end. “It’s about time you wised
up mate. Need to be single and free like I am.”
“Good night Joe.” Savage replied shaking
his head slowly as he ended the call. “ I will be nothing like you
Joe.” He promised himself as he smiled thinking about his best mate back
home.
He crossed the lobby floor until he
was standing right behind Tasha’s chair. Leaning down, his arms encased
her body, as his mouth nipped against her neck. “Hope I have not
kept you long.” He whispered between nips of her flesh.
She replied by turning her head and
kissing him lightly on the lips.
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He stepped into the elevator and pulled
her back against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
He had to feel her again; it had been for to long in his mind, since he
last touched her.
The nervousness he had once felt in
her, was slowly working its way back through her body, as she watched the
numbers of the floor float by. He would just have to relax her again.
Remind her just what she felt when they were in the back of the car.
The way his hand felt against her inner thighs, as his tongue battled softly
with hers.
It was almost as if they were back
at square one again, but he did not mind. He would be able to conquer
her fully this time. There would be no waitress to stop them, just
the two of them alone with each other.
“ I need to make a call when we get
to the room.” She whispered turning to look at him.
He took that moment, to seize her
mouth; he had to make her forget about the call and work. He only
wanted her to think about how his hands would make her body feel.
The way his mouth could cause her to scream out his name. Those where
what mattered at this very moment, not some dreaded job. They were
allowed this moment in time to be anyone they wanted to be.
“ Are you sure you really want
to make that call?” He asked pulling away from her mouth.
Her lips trembled as she looked into
those eyes. “ It can wait, I guess.” She whispered, pulling him back
against her awaiting mouth.
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The doors opened, as the two lovers
pulled apart. Taking her hand in his, he lead her slowly down the
vacant, still hallway to the room they were given for the night.
She ran her fingers along his hand, as he fussed with the key to grant
them entrance. He was always known for being in control, yet he wanted
nothing more than to loose that control.
The door opened and his eyes motioned
for her to enter. The bed was already turned down, along with a few
candles lit. Her eyes danced with wondered excitement as she turned
to look at him in question.
“You deserve romance.” He whispered
as he pushed the door closed and slowly took one step after another towards
her.
With every step her took, her heart
fluttered faster and harder against her chest. She was ready to explode,
and he had not even touched her. It had been so long since she had
been laid down on a bed and made loved too.
By the look in his beautiful eyes,
she would not have to wait long. He was going to take her places,
no man had ever dreamt of taking her. Her body trembled as he reached
out and touched her.
“You’re trembling.” He whispered pulling
her body tightly against his.
She willed herself to raise her eyes
and look at him. “You have that effect on me.” She admitted, as her fingers
slowly laced up his chest. “I must tell you something.”
Leaning his head down to the hollow
of her neck, he replied. “Yes..”
Her eyes rolled back in her head slowly,
as her head fell back. She needed to tell him she had not been touched
by a man in over a year. He needed to know that she wanted and needed
him in such a way, yet she could barely find the words to express what
she needed. “It has been so long, since.” She began finding herself overwhelmed
by his mouth and his hands, which found their way under her shirt.
Rolling his fingers long her soft
stomach, he pulled his mouth back from her flesh and looked at her. “ I
will be nothing but gentle.” He promised, as his fingers danced their way
slowly up her body.
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Her breath caught in her throat, as
she whimpered lightly. “What if I don’t want gentle?”
The soft snicker floated through the
still room. “We have time for that too.” He assured her softly. “But
right now, I am going to show you what it feels like to have a man make
love to every inch of your body.”
Her body shook softly, from his words.
His arms wrapped tightly around her, held her in place. Even if she
wanted to leave, there would be no escape. This man held her.
Heart, body and soul. She was at his bidding. His temple in
which he would praise.
He slowly pulled back from her, yet
his eyes locked against hers. His fingers worked painfully slow against
the buttons of her shirt. As much as she was enjoying his patience
and seduction, a part wished he would just send the buttons scattering
about the room. It had been so long for her, she needed a release
now.
With every button unbuttoned, he dropped
his eyes and slowly parted the shirt. Sucking in a deep breath, he
marveled at the hint of her breasts, which flowed from the white lace bra.
Running his fingers slowly against her exposed breasts, he looked up to
find her eyes clenched closed, and her lips parted.
He leaned forward, as his fingers
unfastened the front clasp of her bra. His tongue softly lapped against
her parted lips, as his hands cupped her breasts in his hands. Her
back arched, pushing her body against his hands, as his thumbs rolled her
sensitive nipples between his fingers. “I must taste.” He whispered
against her lips, as his head dipped to her awaiting breasts.
Her fingers found a home deep inside
his hair. Holding him in place, as his tongue flattened and lapped
against her nipples. She could feel she was mere moments away from
screaming to the almighty god. “ More Richard, more.” She panted,
as his hands dropped to the waist of her skirt.
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Hearing the urgency and want in her
voice, managed to pry himself from her flesh. He stepped towards
her, backing her up a step or two. Her eyes opened, just as his arms
swept her feet off the floor, and into his arms. He slowly walked
towards the bed. Stopping, he placed his knee on the bed, and gently
laid her down.
Her arms rose, as he moved away from
her. Collecting her hands in his, he leaned down and kissed each
palm softly. “Shhh, baby.”He whispered against her palm. “This must
be perfect.”
She rolled her head to the side, as
he walked away from the bed. For the life of her, she could not imagine
anything more perfect, than him leaning over her. Everything he said,
did, was perfect. His kiss, made her stomach feel as if thousands
of butterflies had been released. His touch, burned through her flesh,
making her want more.
The lights dimmed, leaving only the
flicking of the candles that had been scattered about. Her eyes searched
for him, needing to see him, touch him. He appeared at the foot of
the bed, holding a candle in his hand. His shirt was open, hanging
very loosely on his shoulders. The candle light danced against his
flesh, making it look every so more tantalizing.
Her eyes roamed from his chest to
the waistband of his jeans. Her tongue licked softly against his
lips, when she seen the first button of his jeans, were undone. Willing
her eyes up, she found herself staring into those eyes that held her captive.
The flicker of the candle danced against the pool of bright blue, allowing
her to see the true desire and wickedness that hid in his eyes.
She suddenly felt an overwhelming
feeling of excitement, as the wickedness of his eyes now formed across
those perfect lips. He walked around on the side of the bed, he eyes
never once leaving hers. Forcing her self to breath, he watched as
he knelt on the floor beside her, and sat the candle on the table.
“I have wanted to taste you for so long.” He whispered, as his hands slowly
ran down the length of her body. “All those times we had been interrupted.”
He whispered, as his fingers lifted the hem of her skirt.
Tasha laid motionless as his fingers
walked up her bare thighs. He stood up and held his hand out to her.
She stood before him; only to have him motioned her back down on the bed.
She was completely at his bidding. He knelt down between her parted
thighs. His eyes dropped slowly, as his hands slowly pushed their
way slowly up. He felt her quiver from anticipation, which
only drove him further.
“It is only you and I luv.” He whispered
dropping his mouth to her inner thigh.
Tasha replied with a soft whimper.
“I must have you. I will have
you.” He growled softly, as his eyes darted up and looked at her.
She was now his…
Delayed Pleasures ( 18 )
Tasha gasped a much needed breath,
as Savage’s fingers slowly ran across the silk lining of her panties.
She knew he must feel her anticipation. Out of instinct her legs
opened further, allowing him access to what he most desired, and what she
most needed. As if she had spoken the words she was thinking, feeling,
Savage reacted.
His finger tips stopped brushing the
soft silk panties, and lowered his mouth to the junction between the top
of her thighs. She could feel his hot warm breath hover over her
smoldering desire. Teasing and taunting her with his power over her.
A sharp brush of air swept over her,
as he pulled her panties slowly down her shapely thighs. Rolling
them inch by inch, kissing and flicking the skin behind them. Her
hands rested against her taunt stomach, as the waves of desire waves slowly
through her body.
Seizing her fingers, she felt them
slowly enter his wet, warm mouth one by one. Sucking, biting against
the pads, only to remove them and kiss each one against gently. She
knew his plan. He would drive her to a point of no possible return.
She would beg. She would plead. Over and over again.
She would think her pleas fall against deaf ears, only to be shown he was
listening after all.
Yes, he had a plan for Natasha Larson,
and she was only moment away from feeling every inch of that plan.
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His body slowly slipped up her body,
stopping only to look into her eyes for a brief moment. The look
told her, she was his. Placing her hand high above her head, he lowered
his head to her neck. His hands slowly pushed the shirt which partially
covered her flesh from his view. She must be open. Exposed,
awaiting his every whim.
His hands slipped along the sides
of her full breasts, making her back arch. She parted her lips to
say something, only to find those thoughts irretrievable by the look in
his eyes. His mouth dropped to her stomach, his tongue tracing the
outer edge of her navel.
He barely touched her, yet his effect
held her perfectly still.
His fingers slipped into the waist
of her skirt, and slowly rolled if off her hips, granting him access to
more of her exposed flesh. She watched as he stood up and tossed
the skirt over his shoulders. His tongue slowly caressed his
bottom lip as he looked down at the bed. The treat that laid perfectly
still, awaiting his assault.
“You are so beautiful.” He groaned,
as he knelt down to the floor between her legs.
Placing his hands firmly on her thighs,
he felt her excitement surge through her legs. He had played and
taunted her for far too long. He longed to show her; just how much
pleasure he could bring her.
His fingers slipped slowly between
her parts folds. The bucking of her hips, created a satisfied smile
cross his lips. His index finger, slowly circled her already swollen
nub, each stroke was playing a cord in her body. Her muffled, suppressed
cries, urged him to slip that fingers further down, to her real heated
desire.
“Tell me baby, are you ready for this?”
He asked, as his finger circled her opening very slowly.
Her answer was not verbalized through
words, but in actions. Her hips rose, allowing his finger to dip
deep inside her. Her passion swallowed him, holding him captive.
He could no longer hold himself back.
He had to feel more of her. Lowering his mouth to her heighten of
her desire, he suckled it deep in his mouth, as another finger slipped
deep inside her.
Tasha felt a strong rush over fill
her body, as she clinched the sheets above her head. She rolled her
head from side to side, as her body rocked slowly against his skillful
mouth and fingers.
“Ri..ch..ardd” She cried out from
deep inside her soul.
The animal from within, that he managed
to maintain up to this point, was now raging to the surface. The
sound of her cries, the tightening against his fingers, gave him victory
over her body for the first time this evening.
Lapping slowly against her crest,
his hand ran soothingly over her stomach, as she gasped for air.
Looking up into her eyes, they gave their warning. There was much
more to come.. The night was just beginning.
He would show and bring her to new
heightened pleasures over and over and on through the night.
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His body, cat like, crawled up her
quaking body. Her arms engulfed his body, holding, clinging to him,
as her body shook from the pleasure he brought her. His fingers slowly
traced her parted lips for the briefest of moment, before his lips claimed
hers as his own. Allowing, wanting her to share in the pleasure of
his victory over her.
The soft melodic purr that rolled
against his tongue heightened his arousal yet again. She was ready.
He so wanted to show her just how he could make her cry out, over and over
again, yet he knew the animal deep inside him was fighting for control.
Begging, pleading the animal that
rage deep inside for just a few more moments of tenderness, Savage pulled
his mouth reluctantly from hers. His fingers slipped down her naked
body, resting just inches above her crest. His eyes bore through
her, explaining he would cherish every moment, every thrust of being with
her.
Even though the only sound in the
room was their own restless breathes and rapid heartbeats, Tasha could
hear the soft melody of the sweetest love song playing in the distance.
He had captured the moment, every woman had only imagined or read about
in paperback.
Some how he had managed to shed his
own clothing, the shield that kept the two from joining as one. Dipping
his mouth to her collarbone, his tongue praised her flesh, as his teeth
branded her, for now as his own.
Her eyes snapped open, as she felt
him slid slowly inside her. His eyes rose and locked with her, as
he finished his path to completion. “So hot.” He whispered, as he
reluctantly pulled back, and thrust painfully slow back inside her. “So
inviting.”
Her fingers wove their way to the
arch of his back. Dancing lightly, as her legs tightly conformed
around his slender hips, inviting, begging him deeper inside her.
No words could be formed in her passion filled head, only whimpers and
moans escaped her panting lips. His fingers slowly caressed her brow, as
she arched her back against his thrusts.
He could feel her crest rising, her
breathing rapid, her need soaring with every assault his body made.
Taking her hands, he brought them to her sides. Spreading her arms
as if she would be sacrificed upon the cross he worshiped.
“Open your eyes.” He growled softly,
as her eyes slowly opened. “ Mine.” He promised, as he plunged deep
inside her awaiting and begging core one final time. Their cries
echoed through the room. With each thrust, each stolen and savored
kiss they were not strangers. They were lovers, tangled together
for as long as time would allow.
“Yours..”
Delayed Pleasures ( Epilogue)
Looking up from the camera, the guys
were told to take a break.
Savage lowered his head, recalling
the night’s passion he had spent in that hotel room in Chicago.
“At least tell me her name.” Joe said,
as the makeup artist touched up his cheeks. “A minute luv.” He asked,
watching the young thing pounce away. “The look in your eyes, tells
me something happened.”
The smile of remembrance crept slowly
across Savage’s lips. Every kiss, every touch was still embedded
deep in his mind. “Unlike you Joe, I don’t share all my details.”
He remarked.
“Oh, I see.” Joe countered, knowing
all to well.
Turning his head in frustration Savage
looked at his some times annoying, usually always right mate. “What? What
do you see?”
“You like her.” Joe countered, knowing
full well if this was just a fuck to pass the time, Savage would be singing
like a bird. The only time he wished to keep things private, was
when he liked the dame.
Releasing a sigh, Savage knew he could
not lie to his mate. “Yea, I think I do.” He countered, his eyes
sparkling brightly.
Leaning in closer, Joe had to know
more. “Come on mate, what’s her name.”
Looking up, Savage looked around the
room slowly, than whispered. “ Natasha.”
Joe’s eyes danced as he replayed the
name through his head over and over. He had a feeling he would need
to add it to memory. For his mate had taken a large leap, and had
landed head over heels.
“Aye mates, how’s the shoot going?”
The head of the record label asked when he walked in to the room.
“Natasha, taking good care of you?”
Joe’s eyes snapped around and looked
at Savage. A smile crept over his face, as his mates blue eyes watched
the women whom had been taking their pictures over the past hour.
“ Oh she took damn good care of Savage
here.” Joe growled softly.
~The End?~
Looking around the crowded airport,
she could not help the feeling of dread which washed over her body.
Here she stood hundreds of miles from home, stuck in a snow storm with
no way out. She had spent the past hour in line at various airline
terminals looking, pleading and praying for a way out of this place.
Each face behind the counter looked the same as they sadly informed her,
there was nothing coming in or out for the night.
It was time to face the music.
His wild blonde curly hair
dangled around his face, which made her wonder what it would feel like
against her fingertips. “ Stop it.” She scolded herself as she looked
up into his eyes. “ You looked like you could use one.” She replied
softly, having witnessed his emotional battles over the phone.
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