That Summer

Disclaimer: This is obviously 100% fiction; a product of my over active imagination.

First of all, Happy New Year!!! I hope everyone had a nice holiday. I apologize for the amount of time it took me to update. I agree, I should be burned at the stake for making you wait. The holidays along with getting teeth pulled had me in a pretty bad mood. Not to mention I was completely uninspired. But here is chapter four, without further ado. I generally find lemons hard to write, which is why this took so long. I hope to have the next chapter up in a more timely fashion, as I'm ready to get this story rolling.

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Also, same as before. I have no beta, so if you spot any mistakes I'll try and correct anything in the first day or two after posting.

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CHAPTER 4


Had the lights been on, things might have gone differently. As it happened, the lights were off, so any modesty Victoria had wasn't showing. With only a faint glow filtering in from the hall and in the comfort of the shadowy bedroom the tall, well-built man in front of Victoria wrapped his arms around her, expertly releasing her from her bra. Victoria pressed forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and gasping into his mouth at the sensation of her skin rubbing against the partially unbuttoned fabric of Alan's shirt.

Senses now flooded with arousal, Alan wrapped his arms around Victoria, pressing her closer, melting him into her. Rubbing the palms of his shapely hands up her impossibly smooth skin and letting them come to a rest on her waist, gripping her closer as they reestablished the heated kiss from earlier. This time with all the need and intensity he'd been feeling sitting across from her at the beginning of the evening and then later, when she presented herself to him, so boldly. He idly thought that he must be bruising her lips.

Victoria was completely lost in him. He tasted like.... like nothing else. Him. He smelled like him. A sweet almost heady musky scent that was unmistakably masculine. The primal part of Victoria was responding to this, and his tongue, which was softly, sweetly fighting hers for control. Licking her bottom lip, curling under her teeth and intertwining with her equally demanding tongue. His hands were scorching her in a most delicious way, and were now rubbing and squeezing, but mostly pulling her closer. She almost felt suffocated, only not in a bad sort of way.

He bent and lifted her from the ground, attempting to bring her legs up around his waist and she broke their kiss, squealing and let go of his shoulders, dropping a few inches to the ground. They were standing closely, Victoria barely keeping her footing, her knees were weak. Both of them huffing and puffing at this point. Victoria giggled up at Alan's clearly aroused but questioning face. She looked down, suddenly shy again but smiling. "I'm too heavy."

Alan let loose with a hearty laugh that seemed to reverberate off the walls and pass right through her. He dropped his arms from her to stand up straighter and managed to say, "Oh, darling.." before continuing to laugh. The absurdity of the comment paired with the fact that he found her insecurity completely endearing was too much. However Victoria, who was now standing fully nude in front of him, while he was fully clothed, never had taken teasing well. She felt foolish and flushed with embarrassed. She bent quickly to retrieve her dress before making a dash for the bathroom.

Taken quite by surprise Alan noticed this, no longer laughing, and said in an almost pleading tone while attempting to move beside her, "Victoria, no. Don't be like that." Victoria slammed closed the bathroom door before he could reach her and it locked with a click.

Alan was completely bewildered, which he attributed to the fact that all his blood had rushed to places other than his brain. He stood outside the door, and rubbed his palm down his face, blinking a few times and trying to regain brain power enough to think of something to say or do.

How could he possibly have gone from twenty seconds earlier to now? The turn of events was comical.

Victoria, despite successfully making her escape, was now sitting on the edge of the oversized spa bath tub, still naked and feeling more foolish than ever.

Why did he have to laugh at her? What was she evening thinking coming here?

She buried her face in her hands and cried silently, wishing there was some way she could get out of the bathroom and go home without him noticing. She was knew he wasn't meaning to offend her, but she'd already reacted and by now having ran away like some teenager and crying, she'd fucked everything up. 'What's wrong with me?' she thought to herself.

Alan was at a complete loss as to what to do. He was leaning against the door frame and could hear her sniffing coming from the other side of the door. He felt like a fool. He had to fix this situation now. He knocked twice.

"Victoria, please open the door."

She sniffed but replied lamely, "I'm naked."

The corners of his mouth quirked up but he didn't laugh. "You were naked earlier."

Victoria, despite herself, smiled, wiping her eyes. "You know what I mean."

Alan sighed dramatically, "Then cover yourself with a bloody towel, but please unlock the door."

After a few seconds of silence Alan heard the click of the door and waited a beat before opening it slowly. She was sitting still, her dark hair falling a bit disheveled and completely sexy on her bare shoulders, on the edge of the bath with a towel wrapped around herself. Her face was pink and he could tell she'd been crying, but her eyes were dry now and kept low, not meeting his face.

After a moments hesitation he sat down next to her, his side touching hers perched there on the edge of the tub.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, wringing her hands.

He reached over, fluidly, and grabbed hold of her left hand with his right, holding it firmly and brought it up to his mouth, just holding it there. He was treading carefully so he kept his voice low and didn't force eye contact.

"Whatever are you apologizing for, Victoria?"

She dropped her head forward, hiding behind a curtain of dark hair and willing herself not to cry. "For being this way."

He pulled her face to look at him and she almost thought she'd cry just from the way he was looking at her. He looked at her seriously, a bit strained, but said with sincerity, "I didn't mean to offend you. You have nothing to apologize for."

She had tears in her eyes now. 'Stupid hormones,' she told herself. But when she started to open her mouth to protest he lent forward for a chaste kiss. His lips only brushing lightly against hers. She'd closed her eyes and smiled slightly when he leaned his head against hers in, what she considered an affectionate gesture. It occurred to her then how intimate this all was and she was overwhelmed by the affection she felt for him.

And then the ridiculousness of it all was suddenly realized. Who she was. Who he was. Where they were. The dinner and the conversation. The ride. What they were doing just moments before she misunderstood him. She'd cried. He'd apologized. And now here they were, holding each others hand and sharing a kiss in the middle of his bathroom at midnight. Wasn't it just going to be sex?

She couldn't help it. She snorted... Then she brought her hand up to cover her mouth in a vain attempt to hold in a laugh, but it wouldn't be stalled. She started laughing, hysterically.

Alan sat back, smirking at first and raising an eyebrow, but that only proved to make her laugh harder. That's when he joined her, pulling her closer while her giggles subsided.

"All right then?" he asked, as she calmed.

She nodded against his chest and stifled a yawn.

He took at as a cue and stood, pulling her with him and they exited the bathroom. Sex was no longer in the forefront of his mind. He wanted her, that much was true. But it had been a long night and she seemed exhausted.

Alan brought her over to the side of the bed where she sat down as he turned to retrieve a thin rust red colored cotton robe from the closet, offering it to her. She stood up and slipped it on, trying to keep some of her modesty, before dropping the towel and tying the sash. He was already on the other side of the bed removing his clothing until he was down to his boxers.

He preferred sleeping in the buff, but modesty seemed appropriate.

Victoria turned back the sheet and comforter, which were much nicer than she ever remember feeling at a hotel before, and climbed in. Alan did the same and pulled her up to his side, hugging her to his chest.

Content and tired, her breath evened out almost immediately and he followed her into unconsciousness shortly after.

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It was still dark, she noted, lying on her side. The warm body behind her was softly snoring and she was still pretty tired herself. But, quite frankly, she was horny. She wanted him. She should have had him by now, but things went batty and now here she was, mind and body quite awake, with a comfortably sleeping man behind her, his left arm draped over her mid-section.

She lay there for god knows how many minutes, debating what to do. Rocking her hips innocently back against his, causing him to rock forward in response, tightening his grip on her. She grinned into the darkness, rocking her hips again only to feel his hand grip her hip insistently and grind his now growing erection into her backside, which was barely covered now by the robe that had ridden up in her sleep.

He still seemed asleep, for the most part. She waited, purposely to see if he would initiate any movement. After a minute she felt his hand applying a firm pressure to her hip, and his hips thrusting forward. She rocked back, mewling a bit as she did. She was already incredibly aroused, but there was just something about waking up in the middle of the night for sex that turned her on even more. It was so primal.

The hand that had been holding her hip, moved to untie the sash around her waist before moving lower, below her belly button, until she felt his hand cup her sex, pressing himself against her more firmly now, his hot breath coming in hisses and pants against the side of her neck.

She hissed in response, moving her hand over his pressing harder against her clit, which in turn caused her to whimper and grind insistently against his hand for more pressure.

He was definitely very awake now, although they weren't speaking. No words passed. It was like some filthy fantasy... only he was here now. Moving her hair from the side of her neck. Kissing and sucking, biting and his rubbed his palm against her most sensitive area, feeling the wetness that was now beginning to coat her thighs on his fingers.

She reached behind him, grabbing his ass awkwardly and trying to pull him closer. Trying to convey what she wanted.

His head was now propped up on one elbow as he leaned down licking and sucking on her neck, just behind her ear, driving her mad. His other hand moved from its place between her legs to hastily pull his boxers down.

There would be time for other things later. Right now their needs were baser.

She moaned aloud when she felt his erection against her bare bottom, hot and hard. Victoria was delirious with arousal and felt like she might go mad. It was too much. She tilted her hips invitingly, begging him to fuck her, he mused. Noting the tilt of her full hips, putting her now slick entrance against the shaft of his cock.

He flung the bed coverings off of them. And Victoria, anticipating his movements, reached around to help spread herself for him. He had to bite his lip to keep from whimpering at the erotic sight she presented.

Gripping himself he gently guided himself to her wetness, pushing forward slightly. 'So bloody tight,' he thought, feeling her hungry body began to grip the head of his cock, thrusting fully forward once he felt the last bit of resistance finally give.

Victoria let out a low moan pressing back with his forward thrust, pushing him impossibly deep. Letting out a guttural grunt moving his hand to lift her leg slightly, he began to thrust in a slow but steady rhythm. All the while, kissing the back of her neck with sensual open mouth kisses, panting in between thrusts.

Never being one to keep quiet Victoria was whimpering in time with his trusts, completely lost to sensation at the moment. All thoughts and feelings centered on where his body was joined with hers. She couldn't form words, couldn't kiss him from this angle, but her steady stream of, "oh, oh, oh" follow by a few, "ah, god,"'s was driving him insane.

He started to fuck her in earnest, the sound of her voice urging him on. Driving him. He couldn't take not being able to kiss her properly, and without ceremony pulled out. Noting her whimper of protest that sounded not unlike a small child having it's candy taken away, he smirked, moving over her as she rolled onto her back. Taking both of her legs and holding them over his forearms he entered her once again, the angle causing her eyes to roll back as she whined, "oh, Alan."

He lent forward, now thrusting with more urgency and claimed her mouth again. She tried to kiss him back but the warm tickling feeling pooling in her abdomen was building so quickly, she stopped kissing and whimpered into his mouth.

The feel of her muscles beginning to flutter, the noises she was making, the delicious feel of her soft curves beneath him were driving him to the brink. He started to suck her bottom lip, just as he felt her tighten around him and gasp, "ah, god.. I'm... I... oh god."

Releasing her lip with a wet pop, Alan pushed himself up, changing the angle, as he raised her legs higher and began pounding into her. Breathily, he urged her on, "Come for me, Victoria. Come for me." And with that she let go, babbling incoherently, lost in a blissful flow of pleasure. He grunted, thrusting though her orgasm until he found his own release shortly after.

Panting Alan dropped her legs down and leaned forward, resting for a minute, on top of her. Trying, it seemed like, in vain to catch his breath.

She wrapped her arms around him, not opening her eyes, and hugged him close. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest. Her body felt like it was humming with circulation.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes, until he slipped from her body and rolled to the side. She turned and climbed up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm across his chest, while his came up around her, stroking her back.

After their breathing had finally returned to normal Victoria tilted her head up to look at him. He had his head propped against the headboard, almost sitting upright, but his eyes looked closed. They weren't. Noticing her look, Alan raised an eyebrow in question. Victoria smiled up at him. His hair was disheveled and didn't match with the sleepy yet serious face he was trying to pull. She found it quite charming.

"Oh my," she sighed against his chest, closing her eyes. He gave a low laugh, one she felt more than heard. "I'll take that as a compliment," he drawled, sleepily.

"Mmm," she acknowledged, feeling sleep pull at her, once again. Alan looked at the clock on the bedside table. It read 4:43am. With that he shifted to settle down into the bed himself. They had a few more for sleep still, and something told him he was going to need his rest.

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Well, there you have it. A little bit of melodrama followed by a little lemonade. But this is only the beginning folks. I plan on making this story a minimum of twenty chapters long. Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed in the past, but I need some food for the muse, especially after the lemons. Read and review, if you please.