16. April 11, 2023 #3
He picked up the hand she had laid on his chest and kissed the palm.
After putting it back where she’d placed it originally, he held her gaze with his, making sure he was reading her intentions clearly.
Slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers, giving her every chance to turn or move away if he was wrong about what she wanted.
If he’d thought he’d have to cajole her into responding, he couldn’t have been more wrong.
This was no tentative kiss. She parted her lips slightly, offering an open invitation to sweep inside and explore.
Apparently, he wasn’t moving fast enough for her because as soon as he touched her lips with his own, she was pressing her tongue inside his mouth, licking along his teeth, the roof of his mouth, and the inside of his cheek.
He felt his pulse ramp up, and his heart sped to match it.
Beneath his linen pants, he felt his cock fill with blood.
He knew the minute she felt his response because the hand on his chest slid up over his shoulder, clutching him tightly at the back of his neck, her fingers clutching the roots of his hair to pull him closer.
Her other hand slipped between them to cup his hardness and stroke him.
Inside, he couldn’t help feeling as if he was the luckiest man on the planet at this moment.
This beautiful, strong, brilliant woman wanted him.
He pulled back from her, sweeping her back up into his arms.
“What the— Why did you stop?”
He strode up from the shore toward the stairwell. “Because, while the thought of laying you down in the surf and making love to you is fecking hot as hell, our first time together will not be on the beach. Anyone could see us.”
“It’s pitch black out here. I think it’s highly unlikely anyone would see us.”
“We already know we’re being watched from the gallery. Did you look for security cameras along the wall?” he asked her.
“Well, no, but?—”
“Neither did I. I refuse to risk Zion having cameras down here, watching our every move. Instead, I’m going to get out of the angle of any potential cameras, brace you up against this wall, kiss the hell out of you, and hopefully have to cover your mouth when you scream out my name. ”
They had reached the wall, the stairs angling up behind them to the main house.
He ducked around the corner into a small grotto that shielded them in darkness, and he pinned her against the brick wall with his hips before reaching underneath her thighs and pulling her legs around his waist. “Put your hands around my neck. Do not move them unless I tell you to. Understand? You move them, I’ll stop and leave you wanting. ”
“Wow. Bossy much?”
“You love when I’m bossy. ‘BAMF mode,’ I think you ladies call it.”
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, and her eyes were wide.
“Yeah. I know about it. Maybe sometimes even do it on purpose just to get you all excited.”
“All of us?” she asked.
“Get you all excited.”
“Gold, frankincense, and myrrh,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “You’re almost as bad as Flame. Your swears might be slightly more appropriate, as I can certainly make this a religious experience. Just don’t call out to any specific deities,” he warned. “I might get confused about who you think you’re with.”
Now that he had her against the wall, his brain was short-circuiting.
It would be so easy to slide up her skirts and plunge quickly inside her silky, warm heat.
But despite the conversation they’d had on the way to the airport yesterday, he wasn’t going to.
Not yet. He refused to rush her offering of a relationship for the length of the project.
While she may have said it, and she clearly wanted him, she still had walls up that needed to come down before he’d make love to her.
However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t do other things.
His eyes glanced down and noticed that her dress had dipped low and shifted to the left, giving him a glimpse of the side swell of her breast where a small beauty mark rested.
He felt his mouth water, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to touch it with his tongue.
Pulling back, he repositioned the sleeve that he had displaced when he’d manhandled her into his arms. Once back in place on her shoulder, he trailed his finger down the material into the V between her breasts, following the drape of the cloth and sliding the tip between the silk and her skin.
“Aidan.” She sighed.
His lips brushed the small piercing in her tragus.
Gem, covered in tattoos and piercings, teased the women about their “blank body slates,” easily escalating the situation into a dare to get pierced.
The tip of his tongue traced around the stud, then followed the curve of her ear to the matching stud in her cartilage.
“All of you women got these to match Gem. Did you pierce anything else, Cherry? Any other hidden spots on this gorgeous body?”
Her hands slid up to his shoulders and into the ends of his hair. She shook her head. “I wanted to, but it didn’t seem very hygienic.”
A groan issued from the back of his throat.
“I wouldn’t have minded making sure you kept it nice and clean while you healed,” he admitted.
“Feck. I can just picture it. You’re so buttoned-up and professional.
So prim and proper on the outside. I can only imagine what it would be like to undress you to find something sparkling besides your juices in between these gorgeous legs of yours. ”
“Do… would you want me to do that? I mean… would you want the woman you were with to do that?”
He nuzzled underneath her ear, pushing back the waves of red hair so he could get at her skin better.
“A woman should never decorate her body for someone else. If she wants to make her body a canvas, that’s something she does for herself.
You personally? I’ll think you’re a work of art no matter what.
” His tongue reached out again, tasting the traces of perfume combined with the salt in the air that clung to her.
Gently, he allowed his lips to make a seal, and he pulled on the skin.
Not enough to leave a mark, but enough that she’d feel the suction.
“I think I’m good with just the ear for now,” she shakily admitted.
He grinned against her skin. “But the thought of doing it arouses you,” he murmured .
“Wh-wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean, I am a doctor. I know the signs of when a body is at rest, in pain, or turned on. You can’t hide it from me.
I’ll always know. And right now, I can tell you’re thinking about it.
Your flesh is not only pinking, which I can tell because it’s warmer than it was a few moments ago, but your pulse is skyrocketing.
You’re squeezing your thighs together around my waist, and you’re squirming ever so slightly to find friction to get yourself off. ”
He brought his gaze to hers, a finger tracing down the side of her face to drag across her bottom lip. “You have dilated pupils.” He inhaled with exaggeration. “And I can smell just a hint of your body creaming for me.”
He licked across her lips, his tongue sliding along the slight gap between them as she sucked in air at his admission.
“I bet if I put my hand in between these glorious legs of yours, your pretty little pussy would be slick and swelling. All because you’re imagining me seeing that piercing you wanted. ”
While spinning his fantasy, he never stopped touching her.
Never stopped brushing his fingertip along the curve of her breast but never reached further beneath the material to cup and mold the flesh he ached to caress.
He forced himself to hold back, to tease her with ghosts of touches from his mouth and his fingers, to seduce her with his words.
“I bet you’ve got a lot of dirty fantasies tucked away inside this put-together, never-mussed woman,” he whispered. “Do you play with your pretty pussy, Cherry? Or do you save all of that for your lovers?”
“I told you. I don’t date often.”
“Mmm. So that means that your fingers are in that pulsing cunt often, aren’t they? That those men are just for when the urges get to be too much? When your own touch no longer satisfies?”
She arched her neck, inviting him toward it. “Sweet Mary, mother of the baby Jesus, what are you doing to me?” she whimpered.
Ignoring her question, he put his mouth where she wanted it, speaking against her skin, his tongue flicking out to tease her rabbiting pulse.
“I bet that you have a very vivid imagination. What else goes through that sexy mind of yours, hmm? Do you picture a lover peeling the clothes from your body and laying you back on silk sheets? Do you see him pushing your quivering thighs apart, sliding to his knees between your legs, and resting the backs of your legs over his shoulders so you can squeeze his head tightly when you come?”
He’d pushed himself too far to come back from it.
Tempted himself too much not to take it one step further.
His hands sought the tie at the side of her dress, slipping the knot free so that the two panels separated.
She wore the skimpiest bra and panty set he’d ever seen, one shade darker than her pale flesh, her breasts swelling out of the cups, the high Brazilian cut of the panties daring her to move wrong and expose herself.
His hands roved to explore the material—all lace except for the gusset of the panties—all thin enough to be ripped and destroyed with the greatest of ease.