Page 53 of Tamed By You

“You are.” There is excitement in her tone.

“I think I’ve got some of that face shit you put on me in my eye.”

She squeezes my bicep. “You are, you're crying. Does my baby boy need a tissue?” she teases.

My baby boy.

Screw it I’m man enough to admit that the film wrecked me. “They died in each other’s arms, Alice. He wrote her three-hundred-and-sixty-five letters. How do you not find that fucking sad?” I sniff.Shit what has she done to me?

“Aww, you've been Notebooked.”

“I've been what?” My pitch is a little higher than I’d like.

“Notebooked. It’s when a girl gets a guy to cry at the movie,” she explains, looking rather pleased with herself.

“You’re evil.” I shrug her hand off my bicep, but she leans over and starts to tickle me. I haven't been tickled since I was a kid, but I am loving this softer side of Ali, the side she’s slowly letting me see.

“Aww you big softie. Are you okay? Do you need a minute to cry into my pillow?” she teases as she tickles under my arms and around my waist as laughter erupts from me. I squirm, trying to break from her assault. The laughter flowing from her is so light and airy, it’s the most beautiful sound. Hooking my legs over hers, I roll her onto her back and pin her to the bed.

She’s still giggling, and I blow the strands of hair that have fallen over her face away and press a soft kiss to her forehead. Her eyes rise to meet mine and the air shifts between us. Her icy blue eyes hypnotize me, drawing me in, making me forget where I am.

She swallows hard, and I clear my own throat. “You’re really beautiful when you laugh.”

Silence falls between us and just when I go to speak again, she says, “Thank you for giving me a reason to laugh.”

The air crackles between us. My gaze travels down to her full lips and back up to her eyes. Her breathing hitches and I loosen my hold on her arms that I have pinned either side of her head. Grasping her face with my left hand, I gently press my lips to hers.

I've never kissed her like this. I don’t think I’ve ever kissed any woman like this. It's slow and sensual, our tongues intertwining as I move to settle in between her legs. I sink into her, taking every bit that she’s giving me, never wanting it to end. Tingles travel up and down my spine as her hands slowly stroke up and down my back under my shirt. I could spend hours doing this, just getting lost in her touch, in her kiss.

We finally break free, locking eyes, searching for an answer in each other's faces.What was that?

“Erm… we should…” She starts to speak, breaking the heated silence that swirls between us.

“... watch my favorite movie. I’m glad you agree. Top Gun it is baby.” Pressing a kiss to her forehead I roll off her and reach for the remote. She shuffles away from me slightly, but I don’t let her, resting her head on my chest as I wrap an arm around her.

To my surprise, she nestles in and lays her leg over mine. The movie begins and we watch it in silence. She grows heavy against me and when I peak, I find that she's fallen asleep on me. Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead I rest my cheek against her head, loving the feel of her in my arms, a feeling of protectiveness washing over me. The need to keep her close so strong that I wrap my arms around her a little tighter.

Something changed tonight. I don't know what, or why, but I’ve realized I don't just want to spend my time tearing her clothes off. I knew there were many layers to Ali Hart and now I’ve seen some of them, I need more. I need to know all of them.

Chapter Twenty-One

Ali

A light tapping rouses me and there is something firm and warm behind me. A familiar spicy scent causes my eyes to snap open. I crane my neck to look behind me.

Harry.

The tapping gets louder along with a muffled voice. “Ali, babe, you up? I need some pads.”

“Shit,” I whisper.

Harry stirs and I wriggle free from his hold and begin to shake him. “Wake up. Why are you still here.”

He half opens his eyes and grumbles, “Good morning to you too, baby.”

“Gabby needs to come in. Get up,” I hiss.

“So, let her in,” he says, rolling over and dragging the comforter over his head.

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