Chapter Five

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Ian offered to walk Diana back to the B&B but she didn't want to interfere with their evening plans.  After their room stopping kiss they had been hard to separate and it was clear their jobs were getting in the way of that.  Even though both had been wonderful company while she ate dinner, she wasn't going to prolong their wait.

Diana said her goodbyes as the two closed up for the night.  She promised to come back in a few days and tell them how her research was going and Sandra insisted she let her know what had happened to Mitch. Even though Ian was satisfied that it must have been something urgent, the two women were put off by his unwillingness to tell Diana himself.  Even if just over the phone.

The night air was chilly, even for the area.  She'd only been there 4-days, but she was becoming accustom the lower temperatures.  But this air had the smell of rain in it.  She pulled on her sweater and walked quickly hoping to avoid the rain that was sure to fall soon.

But no such luck, just a few blocks from the pub and the skies opened up.  This was no sprinkle either, it was a downpour and she was not prepared.  With all the shops closed up she had no place to take shelter so she make a run for the B&B and that was still another half mile away.  

By the time she saw the porch light she was soaked and chilled to the bone.  "Perfect ending to my day."  She sighed and walked up the few steps, unzipped her wristlet and realized, as she looked at it's meager contents, that when she had left earlier that evening she had only put in cash and lipstick.  No key.  "It just keeps getting better."

She tried the front door before ringing the bell but it was locked and as she looked up to ring the buzzer she saw a note that simple read; "Gone for the evening.  Please contact management with any issues."  Then a phone number and address was given.  

She'd put her cell phone in the wall safe the first day she'd arrived and hadn't planned on checking it till the end of the week.  No sense in fielding calls from her family when it was their brilliant idea to ship her off to another country.  "Don't get upset, they meant well.  You're the one screwing things up."  

The rain was still coming down in sheets, but she knew the street listed was just a block over so she decided to try her luck.  It was late, but she hadn't even visited Sandra and Ian at their place so she had no idea where to find them and with no cell she had no way of contacting them.  From now on her oversized purse would be going with her everywhere along with her cell.

She stepped off the porch, this time in no hurry since she was already soaked and feeling miserable.  "Might as well look the part too."  She walked down the well light lane and just as she'd remember the street was close and the address was easy to find.  It was a beautiful home, much like the place she was staying at.  "How nice would it be to come home to this each day?"

She tried to keep the sadness at bay, but she began to fear this was all a big mistake.  As much as she was enjoying seeing her friends and the few places she'd visited, she was having terrible luck with men.  Story of her life.  How is it that in a 48-hour time frame she could go from dealing with the unpleasantness of Alex, to the excitement of Mitch.  And now finding herself walking the streets of a foreign city soaking wet and feeling more alone than she did back home?  "Can't see how it could get much worse."

As she stepped on the porch she hesitated, it was so late that surely she'd wake someone up.  She saw light coming from one of the front windows and thought maybe she'd just knock softly.  Only if no one answered would she resort to the buzzer which looked old and no doubt was very loud.

She knocked a few times and waited.  It didn't take long and the front door swung open.  And there he was.  The man she had just added to her; 'why my life stinks list'.  "Do you own half the city?"  She didn't mean to sound rude, but she was pretty sure that's how it came out.  She cringed a bit since it was her standing on his porch.  He apparently wasn't offended but wasn't expecting company so late at night either.  He was certainly not expecting her.  Though he barely reacted she noted his eyes widen slightly when he saw her.

"I changed purses and left my keys in my room.  It seems the owners, oh I guess they aren't owners if you are.  Well whoever they are, they're out for the evening and I can't get inside and I put my cell phone in the safe so I've no way to call anyone.  This is just my luck."  She knew she was rambling but she wanted to explain why she was standing on his doorstep at such a late hour.  

During her explanation her teeth began to chatter uncontrollable.  "I apologize for waking you.  Did I wake you?"  He shook his head and she continued.  "Do you have a spare key to the B&B?  I could return it first thing in the morning.  I just really need to get out of these clothes."  At this announcement Alex's eyebrows lifted and he opened the door indicating he wanted her to come inside.

She was so cold she didn't hesitate...  

  

 "All Wet"

“Why must it rain so much here?”  Diana nervously wiped at her clothes, very aware of the fact that her once pristine white shirt was now clinging to every inch of her body.  No matter how many times she pulled the fabric away it acted like a magnet to her skin and clung to it even tighter.

“Do you have a towel or something?  I’m soaked to the bone.”  She looked up and found Alex’s eyes following the movement of her hands as they repeatedly pulled at her shirt.  She repeated her question and watched as it registered with his brain that she was talking to him.  As if coming from a trance his eyes looked up into her face and refocused.  The look in his eyes told her that he didn't miss anything, especially not the fact that her bra was transparent from the rain.  At that moment her nipples hardened and like a moth to a flame his eyes were drawn back to them. 

The heat of the look, along with the twitch of muscles in his jaw told her his thoughts were not on getting her a towel, but rather getting her out of her wet clothes.  The idea sent a shiver down her spine.  She thought it best to take the focus off her and distract him before something they both regretted happened.

Diana wrapped her arms around her chest and began to rub her hands along her upper arms.  “Do you have a dryer and something I might change into?”  At this Alex realized that he’d been staring like a teenage boy.  With a look of embarrassment on his face he turned and waved for her to follow.  She left a trail of water as she walked behind him.  Finally after a few failed attempts at keeping herself steady in her soaked heels she stopped to take them off and peel her wet thigh highs off. 

She quickly glanced up and saw Alex was still walking away.  So she pulled her skirt up and hooked her thumbs into the top of her hose.  Just as she began to pull the first one off she heard his footsteps stop.  Worried what he’d see she quickly pulled it off and her skirt down. 


Afraid to look up, but not willing to walk another step in the uncomfortable hose she glanced up to see if he was watching.  The look in the entry was nothing compared to the heat she saw in his eyes.  They were smoldering and challenging her to finish what she was doing.  Without thinking of the consequences she slowly raised the hem of her skirt back to her thigh, hooked her fingers in the top of her hose and as she pulled them off she maintained the stare, almost daring him to make the next move. 


When he made no move she lowered her eyes and found him hard against his jeans. She continued to look at him as she slowly lowered her hose.  When she pulled it off her foot she saw his jeans fitting even snugger against him and a small twitch.  The simple involuntary movement made Diana wet, in the one place the rain hadn't.

The sexual tension that was between the two was so strong that she could actually feel the electricity.  The hair on her forearms and neck were standing on end.  Why she was tempting fate she had no idea, but she couldn't take any more chances.  “Dry clothes?  Do you have anything I can wear?”  Alex gave her a knowing smile and turned back around.  As she walked barefooted down the hall with hose and heels in hand, Diana took the time to notice the d├ęcor. 

How masculine it was, yet tastefully done.  She wondered if he had a decorator of designed it himself.  Silly girl, she thought, you’ll do anything to keep your mind off the best looking man you've seen in ages.  What’s the problem?  You came here to forget the past and start a new future.  What’s the harm?


Seconds later Alex disappeared into what looked like nothing more then a closet.  As she followed she noticed a washer and dryer and small sink.  Hanging above the sink was a small clothesline with various articles of clothing.  Alex reached up and grabbed a work shirt and tossed it over to Diana.  Seeing the ever-present challenge in his eyes, she pulled the shirt over her head and used it to block his view as she unbuttoned her shirt and removed it along with her bra.  Instead of reading disappointment in his eyes, she saw amusement.  What did that mean, she thought.  Does he think I’m a tease or something, a prude perhaps?  Oh, who cares?  I've just met the man, what’s to be expected.  I jump him in his laundry room? 

Diana handed Alex her wet cloths and he looked at her skirt questioning if she’d be removing that as well.  At first she hesitated, but never one to back down she put her hands behind her back to unzip it.  When it slid to the floor Alex quickly reached for it and tossed it, along with her other belongings, into the dryer. 

Once the task was done Diana felt awkward just standing in his shirt. When Alex made no move to leave the room she spoke.  “It’s rather cold tonight.  Seems the four days I've been here it’s either raining or freezing, or a combination of both.  How do you stay warm?”  Alex checked the setting on the dryer and cleared off a few pieces of clothing left from the previous wash. 

He turned to her, put his hands on her waist and started to lift her, she objected.  “There’s no way you can pick me up, what are you doing?”  He said nothing, simply sat her on the top of the dryer but didn't step back.  He was standing between her bare legs.  It took her a second, but she realized this was his plan to warm her up, a sort of two for one.  Dry her clothes and heat her up.  Such a good host she thought teasingly in her head.


“So this is how you stay warm?  You hop on the dryer?” She giggled, “Why do I think the answer is no?”  Diana laughed at the idea of this big man sitting half naked on a dryer.  For some reason, perhaps the wine from earlier, the awkwardness of the situation or the fact that in the fifteen minutes she’d been here, he’d said nothing, she began to laugh harder.  She laughed even harder when she saw a small smile creep along Alex’s face.  Very slow at first, but the harder she laughed the wider it became.  Soon, stone-faced Alex was laughing with her. 

“Oh wonderful, still not a single word, but you can laugh at me?  I must really be a sight.”  She laughed so hard she had to wipe the tears from her eyes.  “I was invited to an intimate dinner with a handsome stranger.  And because I have the worst luck I end up soaking wet in another man’s laundry room.  This was not the day I had planned.  I should call my travel agent and ask for a refund.” She was still wiping the tears from her eyes when she saw Alex reach up.  With his hands bracketing her face he forced her to look into his eyes.  

When his gaze fell to her mouth she lowered hers to his.  Wide, soft lips, she thought.  Okay Diana, now you sound like Little Red Riding Hood.  She giggled out loud at that image.  His eyes went back to hers and he said, “If you’re looking for an intimate time with a stranger, I’ll be happy to fulfill your request.”  His voice was heavily accented and very deep, but she understood every word very clearly. 


At the thought of it’s meaning she blushed.  “I… I was thinking more on the lines of dinner and a movie.”  She smiled to cover her embarrassment, but he didn't smile back.  He began to pull her face closer to his and without a single objection; she closed her eyes and tilted her head.  What a hussy, she thought, one sentence from him and I’m swooning.  At the last second she opened her eyes and found he was staring at her, just inches from her face.  “If you’d prefer I could feed you, but I think our mutual hunger will make this experience even more enjoyable.” 


She gasped at his meaning.  Did he plan on taking her here, on top of the dryer?  How was, what did… all thoughts trailed off as his mouth took hers and he began to kiss her.  His lips were rough compared to hers, but they're fullness made her ache to suck them.  “Mmmm”, she moaned before she could stop herself.  The sound was enough to fuel Alex on.  The soft kiss was quickly changed and his tongue was pushing against her lips, daring her to stop him.  But she had no plans on stopping him.  At that moment the only thought was going forward and seeing what would come next. 

Diana opened her mouth and deepened the kiss, pulling a moan out of Alex.  The sound was more animal then man and her hands went to his hair.  Something she’d wanted to do since she first saw him in the pub.  How sexy this man was with his long hair and week old beard.  Any other time she’d have offered to cut his hair and shave his face, but today she wanted to run her hands through his hair and feel the scratch of his beard all over her body.

Heavens, but the thought was driving her crazy.  And here he was, between her legs, kissing her, while she sat in nothing but his shirt with her legs on either side of him.  The idea of wrapping them around his waist was so daring she wasn't sure she could do it, but when he moaned again after she bit his bottom lip she didn't hesitate.  As her legs locked around him he immediately began to lift her off the dryer.  This time she didn't think about whether he could carry her, all she wanted was to get closer and fast.

Alex held her for a while and continued to kiss her.  Each second that passed she could feel his arms tightening.  When she brushed the tips of her fingers against the back of his neck Alex pinned her against the wall and moved one of his hands between them.  With her mind focused on the kiss and her hands tangled in his hair she was initially unaware of his hand between her thighs.  So it came as a shock when his rough hands came into contact with her. 

The moment they did she became wetter and his hands began to work her.  There was no doubt he knew what he was doing.  First he rubbed his fingers just inside of her to wet them and then slowly moved up to caress her clit, ever so slowly.  The sensation was wonderful.  She had expected his rough hands to hurt, but he knew the right pressure and with his mouth and tongue imitating his hand movements, Diana was lost to all other thoughts.  She was in heaven. 


Her hips began to move on their own.  Slowly at first to match his rhythm, then faster to show him what she wanted.  Just as her pace was about to speed up again he moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “No need to rush this, I have all night.”  She caught her breath and became wetter still when he began to trace her outer ear with his tongue.  All the while telling her how much he liked the feel of her on his hand.  Diana wasn't sure if it was the wine, the location or his sexy accent, but she was certain she was about to climax right then.  After some deep breaths she began to kiss the side of his neck, slowly running her tongue along his jawline and bit the lobe of his ear.  “You may have all night, but I have a year to make up for.”  


With that she pulled his shirt open, buttons ripping and several popping off.  She slid out of his arms and began to devour his chest with her eyes, hands and mouth.  Just as she had expected he was well built with just the right amount of hair to make a women want to slide up and down it naked.  Alex seemed to be in shock a bit as he was pushed against the same wall he had just pinned Diana against.  But when her mouth found his nipples and began to suck and bite he came out of his shock and began to slowly undo the buttons on the shirt he let her borrow. 

Within seconds she was naked in front of him.  He slowly took in her shape, the curve of her breast, the flair of her hips, and the length of her legs.  He wasn't sure where to start and with what, his hands or his mouth.  He expected her to be beautiful, but he hadn't expected the reaction he had.  He hesitated for a second.  Diana’s mouth was running kisses down his torso and her hands on the waist of his jeans.  She looked up at him wondering what had happened.  When he looked into her eyes, seeing her mouth just inches from his zipper he began to struggle. 

He could almost feel her warm wet mouth on him.  He could imagine her eyes looking up and watching her lips and tongue circle him and feel the texture of her teeth… but something stopped him.  Without giving himself another second to think about it he pulled her up by her arms and held her close.  Rubbing his hands along her back, stopping just inches from the rise of her buttocks.  It took all his willpower to keep from grabbing her and pulling her closer.  Instead he whispered in her hair that they needed to stop.


Either his accent had grown thicker, or her mind had grown cloudy, but it took her a second to figure out what he had just said.  Did he want her to stop?  Really?  Was it her, did he not find her attractive?  Did she do something wrong?  Maybe she had moved too fast.  Maybe he liked girls to take it slow and let him lead.  Whatever it was she was embarrassed and couldn't get his shirt back on her quick enough.  Without a word she opened the dryer, took her damp clothes out and headed out of the laundry room.  She had no idea where she was going; she just knew she wasn't staying there.

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