Chapter 10
Holy mother of god.
She’d just come on to Aiden.
Strong.
There was no way she was walking away from this decision now. And they’d agreed to sex being off the table. Dez muffled a snort. So much for that.
Her nipples ached with excitement as she entered the bedroom. Surveying the room only brought back more memories of the other night. The chair in the corner, the TV on the wall, the navy-blue tones. She knotted her hands in front of her waist. Was he even going to come? Had she scared him?
She’d been hot and cold with him since Sunday. He probably thought she was completely off her rocker. It’s not as if she could blame him. One minute she didn’t want things to continue and the next she was dropping her panties. She bit the tip of her thumb.
He hadn’t come back inside yet. Was he still sitting on the patio?
She’d just royally embarrassed herself. He hadn’t even touched her outside. Just sat like a statue in physical agony while she hurled herself—
Click
The sliding glass door shut. Her heart stopped. Great. Now she was a freaking mess of nerves. There was no way she could keep playing the sexy, cool woman who’d just made her desires clear. Oh no. Now he was going to meet frazzled Desiree. The one who could spin circles around herself for hours.
If she wanted to make him run for the hills, she just might be successful.
She heard his footsteps coming down the hall. Not too fast, not too slow, but definitely with purpose. Like he was going to mount her, make her scream his name, and own her.
Okay, so nothing sounded better than that.
The lips between her legs grew wet.
Aiden stepped into the bedroom. His shoulders filled the doorframe. The T-shirt he wore hugged every inch of his upper body yet didn’t cling to his tapered waistline. His mouth worked into a grin, and he closed the door behind him.
He approached her with his smooth, unwavering gait then stopped inches from her body. Her chest rose and fell on broken breaths. His hand swooped up to catch the column of her neck, his fingers cradling her scalp.
She relaxed into his hold, bringing her hand to circle his wrist.
“You sure you want this, babe? ’Cause you look a little scared.” He frowned, and her insides shook.
She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, you’re scared?”
She closed her eyes and shook her head. The heat from his palm warmed her skin. “Not scared.” She brought her fingers to the top button on her dress and slowly undid it.
His gaze dropped to watch. A muscle in his jaw jumped. He lifted his free hand and stroked his thumb over her breastbone then moved her fingers aside after she undid the second button. He slipped his hand inside the material of her dress.
Shivers racked her spine as he wriggled his hand inside the cup of her bra. The callouses on his fingers touched the sensitive flesh of her nipple and a moan caught in her throat. He stroked the nub, drawing it so tight that it tingled.
“Ah,” she said, as pleasure pulsed between her legs.
Her breath picked up the pace. She’d wanted to take the reins, to make him go crazy, but here he was turning her to mush in his hands.
Pushing her body away from his, she retreated two paces. He clenched his hands at his sides as if trying to stop himself from lunging at her and ripping her clothes off.
Her loins spasmed at that image. She brought her fingers to the buttons on her dress and slowly undid the last two.
Aiden swallowed, his throat bouncing with the action, but that was the only sign of movement in his otherwise frozen stance.
She hooked her fingers into the straps of her dress and slid the material down her body. The fabric swarmed around her ankles and she stepped out of it, bringing her a foot closer to him. His eyes wandered from her face, to her bra, to her belly.
“Goddamn,” he hissed. His fingers flexed at his sides.
She took a step closer, until her toes almost touched his.
He brought his knuckles to her waist and dragged his hand up to the white lace of her bra.
Her chest quivered. She wriggled her fingers beneath his shirt and his abdominal muscles clenched.
The hard ripples against her hand made her want to see the rest of him. “Take this off,” she said.
He collected the material at the back of his neck and pulled his shirt off in one swoop.
She sucked in a breath. Good lord. His chest filled her vision.
His nipples were puckered against his tanned skin.
His biceps flexed as he brought both of his palms to her waist. “You drive me crazy, Dez,” he wheezed.
“You’re so gorgeous. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.
” He brought up his index finger to swipe a curl away from her face.
Giddiness spread to her head.
Girl, don’t get caught up in his words.
But it was so hard not to. She lifted herself to her toes and circled her arms around his neck. “You’ve already gotten me naked. You don’t need to tell me sweet nothings,” she said, humor plucking at her tone.
His pupils retracted. “I’d never lie to you, Desiree.” The words came out hard. He brought his face inches from hers and a shadow crossed his expression. “I need you to believe that before we go any farther.”
Her throat constricted. Need pulsed inside her, and she desperately wanted to finish what they’d started. Smoothing her hand over his shoulder and down his chest, she watched as he relaxed under her touch.
“I don’t think you’re lying. I want you, Aiden.” Her brutal honesty made the statement come out raspy.
He pulled her body against his and brought his lips down to hers.
The softness of his mouth made her pull him closer, wanting more.
His tongue moved between her lips and his hot wetness filled her mouth.
She groaned as he licked into her mouth and anticipation sent a wall of fire scorching through her body.
She kneaded the back of his neck. Her calves ached from arching her feet, but god, she wanted him all over her. Inside her. He backed her up until her legs bumped the bed and she stumbled to the mattress.
He caught her waist and slid her farther onto the bed then stretched out over top of her. He trailed his fingertips up her ribcage, stopping at the material of her bra. “Can we lose this?”
She nodded, sat forward, and unhooked the bra. Aiden snagged one of the straps and yanked it off. The cool air touched her exposed breasts. She leaned back and swallowed.
Aiden hissed through his teeth, his gaze focused on her nipples.
He covered her flesh with his palm and circled the pad of his thumb around her nub, drawing it into a tight pebble.
She sucked on her bottom lip and brought her fingers to his washboard abs, stopping when she reached his jeans.
Grabbing the belt buckle, she tugged on the leather.
He caught her wrist and shook his head. “Uh-uh. Not yet.” Shifting so he kneeled over her, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties. “How about we lose these, too?”
Oh, god, yes.
Keeping that embarrassing proclamation to herself, she nodded instead and lifted her hips.
She watched as a dark tint coated Aiden’s cheeks—desire.
He desired her. He clenched his jaw, slipped her panties over her knees, and tossed the fabric to the floor.
She kept her legs in their position, inches from touching each other, when part of her wanted to spread them wantonly and just get busy.
She kept her hyperactive breath under control while she waited for Aiden to make the next move.
She rubbed her ankles together and his tense jaw relaxed.
He crawled up and lay down next to her, bending his elbow and propping his head on his fist. “I could keep you like this for hours,” he said, bringing his hand to her belly.
His fingers splayed over her flesh, his skin tone so much darker than hers.
She turned her face and scrunched her nose. “That’s not so fun.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t mean do nothing.” He inched his fingers below her belly button, his middle and index fingers sliding in line with the cleft between her legs. The tip of his finger eased between her inner folds. She inhaled sharply and her eyes damn near rolled back in her head.
She gripped his free elbow for support while his fingers delved deeper. “Ah,” she breathed, as he pushed two fingers inside her.
“Christ, you’re so wet.”
She forced a mouthful of saliva down her throat and let her legs ease open a few inches as he worked his fingers in a steady rhythm. He was right. Her wetness coated her hot flesh and his ministrations brought her higher and higher.
If he didn’t stop now . . .
She pinched her nails into his arm. “Aiden, I’m going to—”
He brought his mouth down on hers. The heat of his tongue diving between her teeth while his fingers pulsed between her legs brought her dangerously close to the precipice. She swept her hand behind his neck, holding on for dear life.
The dark-fruit flavors of Merlot touched her tastebuds as the essence of his mouth filled hers.
Heat swelled around her clitoris. As if he sensed her building need, Aiden’s thumb pressed and rubbed the greedy pearl.
Her senses screamed with pleasure as he continued to finger her.
Ecstasy pulled her deeply into the mattress and the room fell away from her as she pulsed around his digits, a cry ripping from her throat.
He didn’t stop, carrying out the motion until her legs twitched and she tapped his shoulder.
He pulled away and pressed a kiss to her lips then brought his fingers to his lips and sucked off her wetness. She widened her eyes, but the action turned her on more than she’d admit.
He rolled on top of her and brought his face to the crook of her neck. “God, Dez. You taste better than I remember. No way you’re going home until I get to taste you again with my mouth.”
Her cheeks tingled and she squirmed underneath him until her hand found the hard mound in his jeans. “One thing at a time.”
His mouth lifted into a lazy grin, but his eyes darkened as she stroked her fingers over the length of him.
Her heart pattered in her chest as she imagined his girth stretching and filling her.
He murmured a curse, pushed away from her, and unsnapped his jeans.
After standing to kick them off, he came back to the bed, this time with his cock jutting out from his body—a huge, pulsing member that promised to bring her to another level of climax.
Aiden reached into his bedside table and ripped open a gold foil packet. A condom. Thank god he was thinking because her muddled brain sure as heck wasn’t.
For some reason, around Aiden her guard was lowered.
He leaned over her, settling between her knees. She hiked her thighs up to rest against his ribs and brought her hands to the scruff at the sides of his jaw.
“You okay with this?” he asked. His voice trembled as if he might die if she said no.
She smiled, dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, and rocked against him. He let out a groan and sunk his dick inside her.
“Ah, my god.” The cry escaped her lips as he penetrated her.
His hands were in her hair, his lips on her cheek. “Does that hurt?”
“No,” she whispered. “Keep going.”
He pumped his hips, sinking into her deeper and deeper with each thrust. The friction on her clit reawakened her desire, sending jolts of electricity to her core. She buried her face into the crook of Aiden’s neck and held on.
Every in-and-out motion brought her to the cusp of another orgasm. The pleasure so great she wanted to buck her hips for more. He must have sensed her angst because he picked up the pace, driving her to insanity.
She arched her back, allowing him deeper access.
Tilting her head back she fisted her hands at the nape of Aiden’s neck and cried out.
He slid in and out, spreading her heat. A tingling sensation started in the root of her belly.
She parted her legs farther, angling her hips as he drove into her.
Her insides clenched around his cock and she screamed as another orgasm throbbed its release.
Aiden let out a deep, guttural groan as he jerked. Then his body went slack and he lay spent on top of her. Sweat clung to their molded bodies.
He turned his head and kissed her lips. “Want to have a shower with me?”
She grinned. “That sounds heavenly.”
He rolled off her and tugged her from the bed. A warm, fuzzy feeling coated her skin as she followed Aiden’s muscular butt into the en suite bathroom.
She could get used to this.