Chapter 9 #3
‘Or for me to hear you downgrading me? I’m not your princess any more? When we’re naked in bed and you’ve already got what you wanted, I get relegated to just being “sweetheart”. Is that how it works?’
‘Mia, no! I didn’t mean it like that.’
She looked up, her eyes filled with mischief.
‘You shouldn’t tease me like that,’ he warned.
‘Why not? What are you going to do about it?’
He let his hand wander lazily down her leg, tugging it gently until she moved to where he wanted her, and he could wrap his hand around her knee.
‘How about something like this?’ He dug his fingers into the sensitive skin there, tickling her and holding her against him while she wriggled and squealed.
‘You’re going to regret this!’ She laughed and gasped, writhing and wriggling.
‘Aww, I’m scared,’ he teased. ‘What are you going to do to me?’
‘Something like this.’ He didn’t realise where her hands were until her fingers dug in beneath his ribs, sending spasms of sensation through him.
He squirmed beneath her merciless fingers, gasping and laughing while he tried to find enough co-ordination to eventually grab her hands and flip her over, pinning her beneath him.
He shoved her hands above her head, pinning them there with one of his.
She wriggled against him a couple of times, testing his grip, and he watched her closely – ready to let go at the first sign of distress, but she relaxed then arched against him.
She moaned appreciatively as he moved his free hand lower, stroking, massaging and teasing all the parts of her he liked best. His hand on her breast drew a gasp from her while skin pebbled and goose-pimpled beneath his fingers as he pinched and twisted and she shuddered against him.
That, and the way she pressed into him, would have been more than enough, but she nuzzled against his neck too – her lips and teeth teasing a trail of fire over his skin that rooted in his core, making him twitch and ache.
She was hot and needy against him and so tantalising that she was hard to resist. But he didn’t know how many moments he’d get like this with her, and he wanted to drink them in and sear her into his memory the way her kisses seared his skin.
He lavished attention over her body, teasing and tickling his fingers – then lips – over her skin, loving the way goosepimples followed his touch.
He tormented himself as he teased her, taking his time to trace over every freckle he could reach and smoothing kisses and hot breaths down her ribs, tasting the sweet, slight saltiness of her skin, before letting his fingers dance over her stomach.
He followed them with more kisses, teasing lower, trailing his fingers over her smooth thighs in lazy patterns that made her sigh happily.
‘I can’t believe you actually considered going home. We would have missed all this.’
‘Then I’m an idiot.’ Part of him was amazed he could get enough blood to his brain to be able to talk. ‘Will you forgive me and let me try to make it up to you?’
‘Maybe, but I might need some convincing…’ She struggled to finish the sentence because his mouth was already moving lower, and his fingers were teasing and tweaking delicate flesh into hot, sensitive peaks.
‘Aiden… please.’ She sat up, reaching for him to try and pull him back to her. But he pushed her back into her pillows again and kissed her, making her arch and undulate against him.
‘Princess, will you let me play with you?’
She propped herself up on one elbow, making her breasts move in irresistible ways – so he cupped one, stroking back and forth with his thumb, watching as her eyelids fluttered briefly.
She sighed again, this time the sound reverberating low in her throat, and he had to bite back his grin. He loved the way she responded to him.
Her eyes were on him now, though his thumb still moved, teasingly. ‘What do you mean “play”, Biker Boy?’
‘I mean’ – he kept stroking – ‘will you be good for me? Will you lie still for me, and let me enjoy playing with you… teasing you… making you squirm and shudder… tasting you?’
‘I… umm…’ She licked her lips, stuttering, but her eyes were still glazed and dark with want.
He shifted his hand to stroke her cheek instead, a moment of tenderness he rarely shared with his ladies…
But Mia was far from a meaningless hook-up.
‘I’m not going to put any pressure on you, Mia.
This… everything… is entirely your choice.
But I promise I’m never going to do anything I don’t think you’ll enjoy. ’
‘I thought we were both supposed to enjoy ourselves?’
‘Oh, believe me, I can’t think of anything I’d enjoy more right now than driving you crazy.’ He kissed up the side of her throat quickly to nip her ear, making sure he’d made himself clear. She arched against him again – reflexively.
‘OK. Yes.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Uh-huh.’ She nodded and let him press her back into the pillows.
‘Just promise me you’ll let me know if this gets too… intense.’
‘I will.’ She shifted beneath him, getting more comfortable. ‘But it won’t. And don’t forget, I give as good as I get. I’ll be taking notes.’
‘Princess, you are spectacular.’ He kissed her lips thoroughly, leaving her breathless, before working his way back down, kissing over every inch of skin he could reach, making mental notes of the spots that made her react the best. He knew he was far from her Triple D, and he could never keep her in his life like this – but he was definitely going to enjoy himself – and her – and make sure she well and truly raised her bar for whoever followed him.