Fated by Alexandra Anthony Read Free Book Online

shaking when I finally stood up and turned on the tap, splashing my face with cold water.  I patted my face dry and took a moment to look at myself in the mirror, wondering what I'd gotten myself into. With no real answer coming to mind, I let out a tired sigh and walked back into the bedroom.  Stefan had put his jeans back on and was standing at the window again, his hands shoved into the front pockets.
    “You and I have much to discuss.  It is late and you are tired.  Can we resume this tomorrow?” Stefan asked, his face heavy.  His eyes never left the window, refusing to look at me.  He'd heard my meltdown and he was still here waiting for me.  That had to mean something.
    “I want you, Stefan.  I don't care what you are.  I just want you,” I said aloud before I could stop the words from falling from my mouth.  "You, Stefan.  Only you."
    His eyes quickly darted to mine in surprise.  Wanting to prove my point, I boldly untied my robe and let it pool around my feet.  I took small, tentative steps towards him, my gaze never faltering.  I stood inches from him, moving my hands over his long arms and across his chest.   He closed his eyes, dropping his head against his back and he groaned loudly in approval.
    Grasping his biceps, I pushed him backwards until his legs touched the bed.  I gave him a gentle shove and he fell back against the mattress, his broad torso spread across the middle of the bed.  Before I lost my nerve, I straddled his hips and my hands traced down the muscles of his chest, brushing through the fine blond hair around his nipples.  I leaned down to let my lips lightly caress the curve of his jar and let my breasts press against him.
    “I desire you more than anything, Josephine.  You must believe me,” Stefan murmured, his voice melodic.  His hands drifted across my lower back to encircle me in his arms, pulling me tightly against him until our faces were so close that I could feel his cool breath wash across my face.
    “Stefan, I want to believe you.  I want to believe you've spent 200 years looking for me.  Anyone that I've let get close to me has left me or lied to me.  And all of this is almost too much to believe. ”
    “Then I will have to prove otherwise.  I will make it my mission to explain everything to you,” Stefan assured me, gently stroking my back.  I relaxed against him, giving myself over to the delicious feeling of his smooth skin against mine.
    He pulled away from me and placed me gently on the bed with my head on the pillow.  He stood to unzip his jeans, quickly removing them to rejoin me in bed.  He gently rubbed his fingers over my cheek, kissing me chastely.  My lips eagerly attempted to deepen the kiss as I pressed closer to him, my leg hooking over his thigh.  His large hand gripped my leg and he lifted his mouth from mine, shaking his head regretfully.
    “As much as I want you Josephine, we will not make love again until we talk.” Stefan leaned to kiss my forehead. “Tomorrow.”
    “Tomorrow,”  I agreed and let out a sigh of disappointment.  He wrapped me in his arms and before I drifted off to sleep, I could swear I heard him purr.
    ***
    Watching him sleep, I lightly traced his face with my fingers.  I was expecting to wake up this morning and find last night to be a figment of my imagination.  Not only was he real, he was still here this morning.
    I struggled to remove myself from the giant that had wrapped himself around me.  Finally freeing myself, I grabbed a tank top and shorts and headed down the hall to the bathroom.  I slid the door closed slowly and stood with my back against it, my breath coming in excited gasps when I my earlier thoughts came rushing back.  Last night was not only real, he was still here this morning!   I sighed at my giddiness and tried to fight the smile that threatened to break over my face, taking a few moments to go through my morning routine.  I quickly got dressed and headed down the hallway