Piercing Eyes (The Perfect Man #2)

6. Rory

6

RORY

I tell him to kiss me. Of course I tell him to kiss me. I know it’s wrong but I’ve also never wanted anything more in my life. Aiden makes me feel a way I didn’t even know was possible. I need to know what it feels like to be kissed by this man.

Even if it screws me out of a job and puts me right back at square one.

The words kiss me are barely out of my lips before he wraps his broad hands on either side of my face and drops his mouth to mine. The moment his lips capture mine, my whole body shimmers with achy pleasure. Whether he’s just a good kisser or there’s something particularly magical between the two of us, I don’t know. All I know is that I want more.

With our lips locked together, I pull Aiden into my apartment. He slams the door shut behind us and pushes me up against the wall. Our kiss deepens, our tongues meeting, the desire between us searing hot. When he pushes his hips against mine to pin me in place, the magnitude of his erection takes my breath away. Jesus, he’s big. The thought of him filling me with that huge cock, slowly pumping in and out of me, fills my head so vividly that I let out a moan.

Aiden pulls his lips off mine, breathless as he looks me in the eyes. His eyes are as beautiful as they always are, but now there’s a feral darkness to them. I stay lost in his gaze, happily trapped between him and the wall as he slides a hand down my curves. Slowly, so slowly, he slides it down, until his hand is between my legs. He presses his fingers against my clit and I suck in a breath. He’s touching me over the silk of my dress, but it feels as good as if it’s skin against skin.

“This okay?” he asks, his voice low.

I nod.

He starts to move his fingers in deliciously slow circles. “And this?”

A high little moan escapes my lips. Aiden smiles, the darkness in his eyes gleaming.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmurs.

He continues to touch me, watching me ache under his control. I don’t know why it’s so hot that he’s touching me fully clothed, but it is. My panties are growing damper by the second. My nipples are hard, visibly pebbled against the fabric of my dress. Much more of this, and I’m going to come. Oh, God. But what I really want is for him to fuck me, to thrust his big cock into me…

“Aiden,” I choke out.

“Yes, beautiful?”

Him calling me that almost makes me come right then and there. I gasp for breath. “Take my dress off and fuck me.”

“No.”

What? “No?” I echo.

“Not yet.” The pace of his fingers on my clit picks up. “There are things I want to do to you first.”

My breath hitches. “Like?”

“Touch you. Make you come. Then lick you and make you come again.” He brushes his lips over mine, the corner of his mouth tilted up in a smile. “And, if you’re hungry for it, feed you my cock.”

I can’t stand it. He can’t possibly expect to talk to me like that and not tip me over the edge. I let out a cry as intense pleasure crashes over me, weakening my knees. Aiden gives a satisfied grunt of approval, kisses me, and then drops to his knees. I’m still recovering from my orgasm as he pushes up the silk of my dress and tugs off my panties.

Then his mouth is on me and his tongue is exploring, groans of pleasure rising out of his throat as he tastes me. I thread my hands through his thick hair, in a daze that doesn’t feel real.

Aiden takes his time, drawing out each lick, backing off when he can tell I’m getting too close to coming again. It’s maddening but also feels so damn good. Over and over again, he brings me close, then eases up, then brings me close again.

Somehow, it feels too soon when he makes me come. I let out a loud moan as another huge wave of pleasure washes over me, Aiden’s name threaded through the sound.

And when he rises up onto his feet and kisses me, pressing that massive cock against me again, I feel an intense rush of contentment knowing this man isn’t leaving my apartment anytime soon.