The Desire to Touch (15 page)

Trey a
ppears next to me on his knees. My God, the sight of him topless is breath taking up close but right now I am so ashamed I can’t be fooled by his good looks.

“Ellie you’re shaking!” He catches my hand in his, making me flinch.

“Are you scared of me?”

I look up at him and see the pain in his eyes, the same pain reflected in his mother’s eyes in the pictures. ‘Oh no, no not you, you make me feel...safe...like old Ellie’ I scream on the inside.“No. I’m not scared of you, I just haven’t done this,” I gesture my finger between us, “I have never been in this situation, then I don’t think many ever have.”

“Bad experience?”

I laugh, “You have no idea.”

“Leave this I’ll do it, I don’t want to send you home all sliced up, Brendan would have me whacked or something.”

Trey stands, raises me up by my hand and sits me on the stool, he then continues fussing round the mess, tidying it up.

“My uncle isn’t mafia you know.” I chuckle and shake my head, “Whacked.”

He glances up at me and throws me an ‘I-know-more-than-you’ smile, “Oh I’m sure Brendan has connections.”

“Not really.”

“He works for Mr. Valentine, yes?”

“Yeh”

“Right hand man?”

“I guess,” Where is this going??

He scrapes the glass into a dustpan, looks at me and smiles as if to say ‘told you so’.

I see a chunk of glass by the door that he’s missed and I jump down to pick it up, as I grasp it in my fingers his hand connects with mine once more making me flinch. I see his face and he looks worried again.

“Honestly I’m just nervous and a little drunk,” I lie, “I think I need some air.”

Trey stands, his face all-alight with a huge boyish grin showing every inch of his brilliant-white, movie star smile.

“I’ve got something I think you’d like.”

Trey holds out his hands to help me up and I hesitate ‘
Do it’
begs my Devil even my Angel is intrigued to see what he has in store. I reluctantly give in and take his hands, he then raises me to my feet.

“I’m pretty sure you’re…
no I
know
you’re going to love this.”

Keeping a firm grip on my hand he leads me out of the kitchen, I throw the glass into the bin in the corner as I’m dragged out of the door. We walk back through to the reception hall and before I can look around at the décor and mammoth painting hanging in the gigantic room, I’m being dragged up the never-ending staircase. A horrible thought crosses my mind, I stop mid-step causing Trey to stop and turn to look at me.

‘Oh my God, is he taking me to show me his privates? He’s going to flash me isn’t he!’

I look at him and I know worry is all over my face and coursing through my veins, “I’m sure lots of girls have
loved
seeing your…” I eye his private area, “but I really don’t think…”

Trey laughs, a full-belly loud laugh. “No,” he steps down so he’s more level with me, “Ellie
, I’d like to think that would be a bit more romantic. No this is something I don’t show anyone – my own little haven.”

I nod at him and continue to follow hand in hand apprehensively up the stairs. I can’t help but burn holes in his naked back watching every muscle contour as he moves, whoa I’m even starting to count all his little moles and freckles.
We stop outside a dark oak door and he turns to me, “I just need to grab a shirt, I won’t be a minute.”

He opens the door onto a stark looking white bedroom, at the far end of the room there are huge windows that probably look out onto some amazing view. A huge bed stands against one wall and an archway just past it leads to a sunken bath and shower cubicle.

“Come in if you’d like.”

I take a step further in and look around without moving off the spot, I glance down to see yet more white carpet and notice I still have my shoes on. Yeah it’s much safer if I don’t move.

Trey glides over to a door that must lead to a walk in wardrobe, he walks in and then emerges pulling on a teal hoody. It’s delicious knowing he has no top on underneath and I can feel the heat riding through my body like a hurricane.

“Ok, done.” He walks back towards me with a big grin on his face.

I can’t bring myself to speak so I just smile pleasantly at him knowing that my fantasies tonight will be of seeing him in the flesh. He ushers me out of the room and closes the door behind us. Then, taking my hand once again, he leads me across the landing past several more doors. We walk the length of the landing until we reach another dark oak door that stands solitary in the corner.

“Not everybody gets to see this, you should feel very privileged.”

“We’ll see,” I struggle to hide my skepticism.

He opens the door and in front of me has got to be the steepest set of steps I have ever seen.

“Your loft? Sorry attic?” Hardly awe inspiring.

He takes my hand again, I’m starting to feel like a child being led everywhere, we start to ascend the mountainous staircase. Jesus these stairs are so steep I think I need an oxygen tank, once I claw my way to the top I have to stop and take a breather.

“You need to install a lift!”

“I’ll bear that in mind, come on it’s this way.”

Trey switches on the light and yep we’re definitely in the attic, box upon box line the floor. I hold onto the wall, still panting, and look around. I glance at some of the names, hand written, across the boxes ‘Franny goes hiking’ and ‘Wolf Castle’.

“Old film props and stuff,
come it’s this way.”

Oh wow, he is worse than a kid at Christmas, he grabs my right wrist making me wince but I resist pulling my arm away.

He drags me to a door hidden at the back, “I’m confident you are going to like this. May I?” He signals that he wants to cover my eyes.

Oh no, what? He could be about to push me off the roof of the house for all I know!

My Devil is whispering ‘
Go on, you only live once
’ and Angel girl is pacing and mumbling ‘
I don’t know if it’s wise
’.

“Trust me?” he asks leaning into my ear, he’s so close I can feel the heat from his body.

I take a deep breath in filling my lungs with his intoxicating smell and exhale sharply, “Yes.” My eyes are closed and I instantly regret my answer but I fight the urge to deny him this pleasure.

Trey walks behind me and places his wonderfully soft hands over my eyes. As soon as his skin touches mine the current is back running through me, making me go weak at the knees. Visions start flashing through my mind, his hands on me touching me, caressing my skin. Images of our naked bodies entwined and our skin grating and rubbing against each other, his mouth on mine with his hands on my back and his fingers clawing at my naked skin, then his hands on my behind groping me intensely. His mouth moves to my neck and then onto my breast…

“Are you ok?”

Oh bloody hell
, did I moan out loud? “Yeah,” That’s right act nonchalant – go me!

“Ok I’m going to remove my hands now.”

Have we even moved, I was so lost in my fantasy I must have floated?

“Ok,” I’m breathless again.

“Open your eyes.”

I open my eyes and I’m standing in the dark of the night, on the roof. The view is spectacular, just over the tree line in the distance the river glistens in the moonlight and the silence is, well
, it’s perfect.

I look at Trey and he still has that youthful grin on his face then I look up and I see the stars, oh wow that’s a sight I haven’t seen for a long time.

“Oh Trey, its breath taking.”

“I knew you’d like it”.

“The stars,” I squeak.

Trey approaches me from behind and wraps his arms around my waist, then placing his chin on my shoulder he whispers in my ear.

“I thought it may be a sight you hadn’t seen for a while.”

“No I haven’t, how did you know?” I ask choking back a tear.

“You don’t get stars in the city, well only my kind.”

I laugh and stand staring up at the incandescent angels that fill the sky and heavens above.

Releasing his grip, Trey starts pulling me back, “It’s a better view from here.”

I drag my attention away from the night sky and look to see a hammock hanging in the corner of the balcony. Taking my hand he leads me to the hammock, I slip off my shoes and sit on the edge of the swinging death trap. Trey joins me and sits next to me, grabbing
a blanket from underneath he drapes it over my shoulders.

“Thank you,” I have to admit I was starting to get pneumonia.

“Do you want to lay back?”

“Sure,” I am so relaxed right now anything could happen and I would just let it because, while I can see the stars, I’m happy.

We lay back with our legs hanging off the hammock just staring at the sky. Trey points out all the constellations and other amazing facts about the Planets and Star names. I just lay, so at ease I can’t wipe the smile off my face, as I listen intently to everything he is saying.

“You are so much more relaxed now.”

I turn to him and smile.

“Seriously you have the most beautiful smile, your eyes are alight and you look alive – young and alive.”

“Hey
, I’m only 24, not that much younger than you,” I poke my tongue out at him then return my gaze to the skies.

“Stay tonight?”

What? Whoa! I look at him.

“Please, stay with me tonight?” he pleads.

“I don’t know Trey, I have work plus I don’t have anything with me.” Which I don’t and I, in no way, want to sleep fart my way out of ever seeing him again. “I’ll stay till quite late though,”

He gives a small smile, “Shooting star!” He points his finger and I
follow and watch the flying wish as it leaves a trail of white magic through the sky.

I sigh.
“When I was younger back in England, my Mum used to read me stories and there was always one I would get her to read over and over, it was all about the Man in the Moon. So after years, she started making her own stories about the moon and the stars, I grew up loving them and everything about them. Then when Mum was really ill, I snuck her out of the hospital and we went and sat in the garden just to see the stars one last time. I laid my head on her lap and she started to tell the story about the little lost star.”

Trey moves in closer to me and pulls the blanket closer around us, he slides his arm around my waist holding me tightly.

I appease him with a smile and continue, “When she finished the story she told me that whenever I see the stars she will be there, she said the stars are the gateway to Heaven and she would always be looking over me – protecting me.”

“Do you think she’d mind me holding you right now?” he asks eyeing the sky.

“I think she’d trust my judgment,” I laugh.

“Do you miss her?” he asks propping himself on one elbow making the bed sway and my stomach lurch through drunkenness.

“Every day, she’s saved me more than once.”

“What do you mean?” he asks leaning in even closer.

“Oh nothing, anyway Mr. Thomas
you
are an Enigma.”

He looks at me quizzically,

“Well you’re a tech geek and an astronomer, I really should sell a story.” I turn to look at him and his gaze is fixated on me, our eyes are locked onto each other and the air around us has grown hot and still. The spark that exists between us is drawing us closer together like a magnet. Treys lips meet mine, his taste and scent is intoxicating. His tongue is gently touching mine and his hands are wandering all over my clothed body. Trey closes in on me and I can feel his excitement pressing hard against my hip in turn making me excited. My body is yearning for him and I can feel my body melting to his needs, every muscle in my body starts to clench and my sex starts to grow moist with anticipation and need.

“It’s too cold up here, come.” He kisses the tip of my nose and then stands.

I clamber to the edge trying to not to fall out or be spun out, I stand and Trey drapes the blanket over my shoulders. We walk in silence, mainly I think it’s because I feel numb by what’s just happened and what’s about to happen. My stomach hurts from the nerves and my body is shaking with excitement.

We finally reach the outside of his bedroom and he carefully opens the door, shit! This is it, it’s going to happen so I start to psych myself up for what’s about to come and how to avoid anything being shown that doesn’t need to be.

I start running scenarios through my mind as we make our way into his room.

‘Eleanor Jones stop it now, you are over thinking this, it should be romantic not a well-planned military operation’ I scald to myself.

My Devil is parading to music stretching out and limbering up, my Angel is standing twiddling her hair asking if I should wait that little bit longer.