We kiss for what feels like an eternity. Or maybe that's because I am so in the moment that it feels that way, but I am in no rush to make it end. However, there is a knock on the door, and it breaks the spell.

I sigh. Another interruption. Will Alex and I ever get a break?

Alex moves away from me and answers the door. Turns out to be our delivery of some hot and sour noodles and Kung Pao chicken. I forgot I ordered dinner. It smells so good. Alex pays for the delivery.

"Hungry?" he asks.

I didn't have to answer as my stomach growls in response to those delightful aromas and Alex laughs. "I'll take that as a yes."

I go fetch the plates and something for us to drink, while Alex takes the cartons out of the bag and cues up some Anime for us to watch.

I dish out the food and we throw some pillows on the floor and eat at the coffee table. We both opt for our chopstick instead of utensils because it just makes everything more fun.

I am enjoying our time together, just simply hanging out, and having a good meal, but Alex's worries and concerns about not being good enough for me keep needling the back of my mind. I keep glancing over at him and every once in a while he catches me and smiles.

Then he surprises me by grabbing a long, hot and sour noodle and holds it out for me to eat. I laugh and open wide, tilting my head back so he can lower it into my mouth. I slurp up the last bit and Alex chuckles as the rouge noodle flips up and hits me in the nose.

"Okay, my turn." I have a delightfully wicked idea. First, I have to kneel up on the pillows as there is a significant height difference between us.

"Shorty," he teases, and I scowl at him.

Then, I pull a long noodle off my plate. He turns towards me and tilts his head back in preparation.

"Close your eyes," I tell him.

"What?"

"You heard me. Close them."

He gives me a look like I'm crazy, but he closes his eyes. He knows I'm up to something, so he tries to peek.

"Ah, ah, ah! No peeking!" Alex grins and closes his eyes again.

I take one end of a long noodle and place it between my lips, and then I stand up over him to twirl and drop the other end into his mouth. As his mouth fills up, Alex knows he's nearing the end and sucks the rest of the noodle in, bringing me to his lips.

His eyes open in surprise when our lips meet, and I let go of the rest of the noodle and kiss his now saucy lips. The hot and sour sauce makes the kiss even spicier. Alex's arms come around me and he lowers me back to my knees, but he continues to kiss me.

His lips taste so good against mine that I'm having a sudden hunger for so much more than food, and his exploring hands fuel that hunger. He slides them up under my t-shirt but falls short of my breasts. My arms wrap around his neck.

He pulls away only slightly to whisper against my lips, "You drive me crazy. You know that? Where do you come up with your ideas?"

I smile against his lips. "What can I say? You inspire me." And I claim his lips again, but then move my lips to his neck. Alex closes his eyes and his hands drift towards my back, traveling down my bare skin till he reaches the small of my back, and then he pulls me in closer to him.

My body feels so alive. His touch has it positively humming. I want him to feel the way he makes me feel. I slide my hands under his shirt to remove it. Alex assists me, and I just let my gaze fall upon him as I drink him in.

He strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers and shakes his head. "What?" I say.

"Nothing, it's just the way you look at me. You make me feel so wanted without a single touch."

I smile and reach out to let my fingertips glide lightly across his chest, and he takes in a deep breath and then exhales. "You're right, though. Touching is much better."

He reaches over to free me of my shirt as well. He trails his finger lightly up my arm and across my collarbone and takes the same path back again. "I've had the pleasure of watching your body change. With each passing month, you just get more beautiful."

I laugh nervously as I know he means my breasts, which have become much fuller to prepare for the baby. "Well, don't get too attached. I'm pretty sure they'll go back to my normal C cup once the baby is done with them."

"It not just your breasts, Cat. It's your whole body," he says, running his hand over my arms, drifting over to my sides and across my stomach. "There's just something about it. Maybe it's knowing I'm the only one who will get to see you this way, but it's sexy as hell."

I hadn't thought of it that way. He's right. Alex is the only one who will see me this way. "I guess that means we are each other's firsts, then," I say and his eyes flick back to mine. 

"Are you offering, what I think you're offering?"

"Yes," I say. "If you want me?"

"If I want you?" He scoffs like that shouldn't be a question. "Do you want me?"

My mouth suddenly gets dry and I can't seem to find my voice. I'm too nervous. So, I just shake my head slowly, yes.

Alex stands up and holds out his hand to me and helps me to my feet. He reaches down to grab the remote and turns off the T.V. and then to my surprise Alex sweeps me off my feet. I squeal in surprise and hold on tight as he carries me to the bedroom with ease.

He lays me down on the bed and I'm instantly reminded of my dream of not so long ago. "When you carried me to bed that one night? Did we...?"

"Kiss?" he finishes, grinning. "Oh, yeah. You solidified that night there was no way I was letting you go without a fight. I didn't care what you or Liam thought," Alex admits. "I knew at that moment you were mine."

"You kissed me back," I challenged.

"I'm gentlemen, Cat, not a Saint," he explains, and I giggle.

"Care to do it again?" I dare.

"Oh, yeah, but not yet," he tells me. "Heaven awaits with your lips and I'm planning on taking my time getting there."

Alex isn't lying as he slowly undresses me, kissing my body in each hidden place he slowly reveals as he goes along. My breath catches in my throat with each touch of his lips against my skin. With his nimble fingers and soft lips, he has stripped me of everything, including my soul. I lay there completely bare for Alex to see.

"So beautiful," he whispers softly, and Alex steps away to remove his own clothes.

I look at him quizzically as he returns to me with his boxers still on. He sees me looking at them and I know I must appear confused, as I feel myself frowning at the sight of them.

"If they come off," he says, "I want it to be your decision. You know how I feel, but if you change your mind and want to stop if for any reason you decide you're not ready, it will kill me but they'll stay on."

Alex then joins me in bed and together we explore, enjoy one another's bodies and I relish the feel of him under my fingertips, he's just so beautiful inside and out.

Alex still keeps me from kissing him. Every time I get back to his lips, he turns his head away.

"Why won't let me kiss you?" I ask after he denies me again.

We are lying on our sides and facing one another, and his hand is lazily drifting up and down my arm. "Because your kisses are my undoing, Cat. I can't think, I can only feel when you kiss me, and I want my head clear so I can enjoy every moment with you."

That's it. I made my mind up. I maneuver myself and I'm sitting on my heels. Reaching over, I push on his shoulder so Alex has to lie flat on his back. My hands trail from his shoulders to his chest, over his abs, and I stop just short of his waistband.

His eyes don't leave mine as I run just one fingertip under the soft elastic band of his boxers and Alex sharply intakes a breath. I pull away and run my hands up and over his legs. Once again coming to a halt, this time at the hem on his legs. I smirk as I watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

"You're enjoying torturing me, aren't you?" Alex asks, and I bite my bottom lip and shake my head yes, and he looks away and laughs.

"Now you know what you've been doing to me every time you won't let me kiss you," I say, letting my hands drift upward under the hem and eyes immediately lock onto mine.

Now that I have his undivided attention, I move my hands away and pull his boxers off, revealing him to me. I let his boxers fall from my hand to the floor, and I just sit there and take all of him in, and it hits me.

No other woman has seen him. No other woman has touched him. I can't help but think as I reach out and caress him. No other woman has had the pleasure of pleasuring him, and I take my time to do just that.

But of all the things that run through my mind, the one that makes my heart want to explode with happiness is I am the only woman who gets the gift of making love to him. I look at Alex and I can see the love in his eyes, but I'm also excited to see the want and desire there too, and so I leave him in suspense no longer.

Our bodies join, but it's still not enough, and then I hear him beg, "Kiss me, Cat."

I bring myself to his lips, and he was right. This is heaven and him denying me has made kissing him that much sweeter. His hands grip my back and he rolls over with me and now he's on top, but he's so careful not to put his weight on me.

He laces his fingers with mine and holds them over my head. Alex finds my lips again and continues to kiss me while our bodies find the perfect rhythm. I love the way he feels in me and above me. I feel so close my hips thrust upward in response. That one simple movement causes him to groan. He calls out my name.

"God, Cat!" And I explode with sensations that I've long ago forgotten. His body shudders. "I love you!" he whispers in my ear, and my body quivers at the sound. 

I reach for his face and rest his forehead against mine, saying, "I love you, more!"

"I highly doubt that," Alex says, "but I think I'll enjoy proving you wrong."

"Well, you can try," I challenge.

"Oh, I'll try. Over and over and over again, if I have to," he teases.

"Is that a promise?" I ask.

"No, Cat. That's a guarantee," Alex replies, smiling that smile I simply adore. He lies down beside me and cuddles me up, and I snuggle in under his chin. "Thank you," he says as he rubs his chin on the top of my head.

"Thank you? For what?" I say, giggling.

"For loving me." 

I want to say something silly back to such an absurd statement but settle for, "You're welcome."

Within minutes, his breath is slow and even, and he's asleep. His heart beats a steady rhythm and I fall asleep listening to my second most favorite sound in the world.