Free Anything For Your Love by Amore

large statue that sat in the corner. “Where are you?” She asked.
    “Up here.”
    Jada looked up. “Is that a loft?” She asked with excitement in her voice. She loved loft bedrooms. She had always imagined her place would have one. Her condo in Los Angeles did not have a second floor. “Can I come see it?”
    “Sure, come on up. Be careful, though, as you enter the lion’s den,” He said huskily.
    Chuckling, she went up the stairs. There was a hall and at least four doors. She couldn’t believe how big the place was. From the outside, it seemed so small. She took a left and entered his bedroom. His shirt and pants were on a chair, but she didn’t see him. The bedroom, like the first floor, was expertly done. The warm, earthy tones of the room engulfed her. One wall held a wide window covered by sheers and drapes. The California king sized mahogany bed had chocolate leather adorning the headboard and trimming the footboard. She noticed there was no television, but instead, a small sitting area near the window. The two nightstands, tall dresser, and long dresser all had the same wood and leather trim as the bed. Her shoes sank into the plush, rust colored carpet, making her want to remove her shoes. She exhaled, thinking how much she liked the room. It was made perfectly for sleeping and relaxing. She stood looking out of the opening of the loft, enjoying the way it made her feel.
    Alex stood in the doorway of his connecting bathroom leaning against the frame, watching her. She was so sexy. He observed her taking in her surroundings. He had never really thought about it, but was glad he’d hired an interior decorator. He wanted her to like his personal space. He shook his head because never before had it mattered what a woman thought of his space. No woman, besides his family, had ever made it past the first floor. He had readily invited her upstairs, even if it was just to take a look.
    As she turned to gaze at the view from the second floor, he caught her profile and the way the sun highlighted her face through the window. It made her skin glow. Her beauty made his breath stall, and he wanted to touch her to be sure she was real.
    Jada was startled when she turned around. She had not heard him as he stood in the doorway, watching her intensely. He stood in a pair of loose fitting jeans that hung low on his hips and a close fitting tank top.
    His feet were bare and he looked comfortable in his element, yet, sexy as hell.
    “Oh, Alex! I didn’t hear you come in. I’ll let you finish dressing,” She said, attempting to leave the room.
    “Don’t leave.” He caught her arm. Electricity moved through her and passed directly into him. He had no idea what he was about to do next. He watched as her breathing became uneven. He still had her arm loosely in his grip as he witnessed the change in her, and it fueled his own fire. He turned her to face him and leaned into her. She could see want and desire in his eyes and the sheer heat of him was causing her insides to melt. She felt her knees weaken because the realization came that he would be kissing her again and she was actually looking forward to it.
    Need began to overpower Alex. He was inches from her lips and she looked so ready to be kissed. Her eyes were uncertain, yet, he felt her body betray her. He was holding her up and steadying her. If he remained that close without doing something, someone would need to hold him up. He pressed his lips to hers and found unbridled passion waiting there. He deepened the kiss and felt himself losing control and slipping into an abyss. She responded to his assault as if it were the most natural thing that he was kissing her and it drove his need. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he felt intoxicated. His hands began moving of their own accord. They were in her hair, down her back, and caressing her behind before he’d known they had moved. He’d never been so moved by a woman.
    Jada felt like she was drowning.