Always Fraser by A. Steel (electronic reader .txt) 📕

You can tell it's two boys that live here. I mean, they have done a nice job and clearly have good taste, but the whole place smells of leather and masculinity. It’s dark and moody with brown leather lounges, a couple of large plants in pots, and what looks like recycled timber crates instead of a coffee table. The walls are slate grey, and it looks like the inside of an expensive night club, not a relaxing lounge room.

“You know me too well already, Blakie!”

He makes a face at the nickname I have given him. “You’re here to see Fraser?” He motions for me to come further into the house. I realise I’m still standing in the front entry like I’m scared to walk another step.

“Yeah, is he around or is he still hiding out from me?”

“I’m not hiding from anyone!” Fraser's loud voice carries through the house as we see him walking out of the kitchen with his arms crossed. He’s all dark and moody tonight, his hair messy, his face serious. Not the fun-loving man that kissed me at my party last night.

“I'll leave you two to it.” Blake gives me a little sympathetic smile then heads down the hall. He knows how difficult Fraser is. We had a bit of a talk about it all last night. He's a really good friend to Fraser. I'm not sure Fraser deserves it after the way he acts sometimes, but the way Blake sees it, they're family, and they have each other’s backs no matter what.

“Did I stir something in you last night, Elly, and you’ve come looking for more?” He’s walking towards me slowly like a lion stalking his prey.

“No, Fraser, I’m not here for whatever you're suggesting. I want to know why you took off last night. Thought we better get it sorted before we have to work together tomorrow. You know, the meeting with the real estate agent? I thought we were finally getting somewhere, then I came back to the party to find you had left.”

“I didn’t want to cause a scene on your birthday,” he says, with his eyes on my lips. I’m not sure if he’s even listening to what I’m saying.

I can't help but bite my lip. He's making it hard to concentrate on the fact that I’m mad at him for taking off last night. The way he's looking at me, like he wants to eat me, has my stomach filled with butterflies. I try to shake it off. You're here for answers, Elena, nothing else. “And you didn’t think it might be a good idea to message me at some stage last night or today to let me know that?”

“Sorry,” he shrugs. “I was just assuming you would have guessed when I wasn't there.” His face is close to mine and he places his arms on my shoulders.

I shrug him off. “You’re such a jerk, Fraser. You only think about yourself. You didn’t want to come off like a bad friend to Drew so you ran scared. Well, you don’t need to worry, Drew doesn’t know anything, and I won't be telling him. I don’t know what I was even thinking, letting you kiss me last night.” I turn towards the door. I’m out of here. He’s more of a selfish jerk than I remember. He beats me to the door and closes it before I can take off.

“Elly, wait.” He has me pinned against the door with his arms on either side of my waist. His eyes ablaze, with I think… desire.

“What, Fraser?” His lips are on mine before I know what’s going on. His kiss is passionate, and I’m overwhelmed with how good he smells. It's so comforting. Like coming home. I melt into him. I couldn’t fight this even if I tried. When it comes to Fraser, my body’s instincts take over. I’ve wanted him for too long. I wrap my arms around his neck as he picks me up by the waist. I wrap my legs around him for support, my back up against the cold wall, and it cools my skin which now feels like it's on fire. Our kiss is long and passionate, neither of us wanting to stop to take a breath.

He breaks it first. “No more talking, Elly. If we talk, we just fight, and I don’t want to fight with you anymore. Okay?”

“Okay, Fraser.” I cradle my head in his neck as he carries me down the hall to his bedroom, my legs still wrapped around his waist. Then he throws me down on his bed. I sigh at how strong he is. The look in his beautiful grey eyes is pure sin, and I get a cold shiver running down my body from the anticipation. Something tells me this isn’t going to be like my first time with him when he was gentle and caring. He smiles down at me. God, I'm such a pushover when it comes to him and he knows it. One kiss and I'm in his bed.

The sheets underneath me are so soft they must be Egyptian cotton or something fancy. I scramble up the bed as he crawls over me, straddling my waist, locking me in place so I can’t move. His lips are back on mine, swiping his tongue, nipping at my bottom lip. Kissing me with everything he's got. As we kiss, his hands roam up my body, lifting my top over my head. Cupping my breast through my lace bra, he places little kisses down my clavicle. Pulling the lace fabric of my bra down, exposing my nipples. The air is cold on my skin and my nipples harden as he takes his time sucking and teasing them one at a time. I moan, unable to help it, his touch feels so good. And I have waited so long.

Pulling back from me smiling, he knows what he does to me. He