“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
She leapt from the couch and almost tripped on her own feet racing down the hallway to the linen closet. Grabbing a bath towel from the center shelf, she whirled around and smacked into Aiden with an “Oof.” His hands slid around her upper arms, steadying her. It took five seconds for the ramifications of that to fully register. She gulped. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t—
Of course her eyes refused to obey. Her breath stuttered in her throat. Sweet mother of cocks. Seriously, words couldn’t adequately convey the impressive—no, mind-blowing—erection bobbing between Aiden’s muscular thighs. The puppy easily topped the eight-inch marker, and it wasn’t lacking in thickness either. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.
Aiden groaned. “Dana…” One hand abandoned her shoulder and he brushed his knuckles along her jaw.
She glanced up and caught the fierce desire flickering across his rugged features. Now would be a really good time to duck beneath his arm and run the hell out of there. So why did her bare feet remain rooted to the carpet? His fingers splayed across her cheek, holding her anchored against the wall as his head descended. Even before his lips brushed hers she knew his kiss would be devastating. Loaded with the kind of full-on ravishment that could detonate a person’s brain.
He didn’t disappoint.
His tongue slicked inside her mouth and made itself at home, its hot, sensual glide coaxing a responding moan from her. He re-angled his approach, his tongue thrusting deeper. Aiden’s possessiveness thrilled and terrified her. It unlocked a dark, hidden chamber of her soul that ached to be branded…claimed.
No, damn it. Jerking her head to the side, she broke the kiss, her ragged breaths puffing fast and hard. “You don’t play fair.”
His lips skimmed along her cheek. “What do you mean?”
“Puh-lease. Like I don’t know what you’re up to. But I’ve got news for you. I’m resistant to your dragon mojo.”
Aiden’s teeth scraped her chin and she squeaked. Yeah, she was doing a bang-up job impersonating a tough-as-nails chick. He licked a slow path to her collarbone and her knees liquefied. Before she could stop herself, she clutched Aiden’s waist.
Big mistake.
His skin was smooth and velvety and oh so touchable. Her nails raked softly over his abdomen, drawing a rippling response from the taut band of muscle.
Aiden’s gaze—smoldering and intense—lifted and locked on her face. “Yes, touch me.”
Despite knowing that would be an epically stupid idea, she tiptoed her fingers upward. Well, at least she was taking the safer route. She encountered the firm expanse of his pectorals and quickly amended her assessment. There wasn’t a centimeter of his body that should be considered safe. Unable to resist, she stroked her thumb over one stiffened male nipple, earning his responding hiss.
“My turn.” His big hands molded over her breasts, rucking her flannel top. The rasp of the soft fabric was almost too exquisite to bear. Apparently Aiden felt the same way because he suddenly tugged at the buttons, wrestling them free. The shirt gaped open and he pushed the sides away, his hungry focus zeroing in on her bared breasts. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
The way he looked at her, she believed his declaration. Those pesky extra ten pounds she’d battled most of her life seemed invisible to him, inconsequential. Under his enraptured stare she felt gorgeous—a sex goddess. Utterly irresistible. He cupped her breasts, his lips brushing reverently over the swells overflowing his palms. Mimicking the move she’d made seconds ago, he teased her puckered nipples with the calloused pads of his thumbs. She attempted to smother her moan and ended up sounding like a goat with a bad case of laryngitis.
Using only the tip of his tongue, he traced the outline of her areola. Her breathing grew fainter and more labored the closer he drew to her nipple. By the time his tongue finally curled around the turgid peak, she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. He nibbled, licked and sucked her one nipple before switching his lavish attention to its mate. She’d never considered her breasts overly sensitive. If anything, she usually tended to zone out and become a little bored anytime a past lover played with them. But Aiden was hitting all the right notes. When he lowered his head she actually sighed in disappointment.
Disappointment turned to panic as his mouth coasted down her belly and he reached for the snaps of her pajama bottoms. She shoved at his massive shoulders.
He groaned, the sound equal parts sexy and tortured. “Dana, I have to taste you.” The agony lacing his words made it seem she was signing his death sentence if she refused.
“I am not having sex with you.”
“You don’t have to.” Looking up, he revealed brilliant eyes glazed with need. He traced her hipbones through the flannel, making her shiver and squirm. “Please…let me give you pleasure. Only pleasure.”
A shudder ran through her. His fingers returned to the first snap and hovered there, waiting. When she didn’t pull away, he popped the metal button from its resting place. Not displaying the same hesitance for the remaining two snaps, he peeled her pajama bottoms down and combed his trembling fingers through the triangle of blonde curls covering her mound. He slicked a thumb over her clit and she gasped.
“You’re beautiful here too.” He swirled over her labia, heading toward her slit. Unconsciously, she widened her stance, granting him better access. He took full advantage and dipped inside her pussy. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“Don’t, sweetheart.” He added another finger along with the first. “I want to hear every groan and sigh. I want your scream ringing in my ears when you come.”
“Hate to disappoint you, but I’m not much of a screamer.”
His mouth curved into a seductive grin. “Yet.”
“Promises, promises.”
Chuckling, he leaned forward and lapped lazily at her clit. The sensations were exquisite and she wiggled against him, panting. His tongue flicked at the aching bundle of nerves a couple more times before he sucked her clit firmly between his teeth. She bowed away from the wall and clamped onto his head, her fingers twisting frantically. He grunted. For a second, she worried that she might have hurt him by nearly tearing his hair from its roots, but then he pumped his fingers and she stopped stressing about accidentally maiming him. Or looking like a shameless, sex-starved nymphomaniac. She rode his hand and mouth, broken gasps spilling from her. His eyes—hot, wild and predatory—devoured her. Curling his fingers, he tapped her G spot. The pleasure was almost unbearable. She tried to escape it, escape him, but he secured her against the wall with his free hand and continued his sweet torture, the rhythm of his fingers keeping time with his tongue.
An uncontrollable tremor shook her. With blinding intensity, the orgasm crashed into her, ripping a keening cry from her. Losing control of all basic mobility, she started to fall. Aiden’s arms banded her tight. He lifted, sweeping her up. She clung to him, too boneless and drained to do anything but slump against his chest. His heart pounded beneath her cheek. Good, she’d hate to think she was the only one affected by what just occurred.
“Where is your bedroom?”
“Next door on the right.” She gave a sleepy frown. “Forgot my pajama bottoms.”
“I’ll come back for them.”
He walked the short distance down the hall and elbowed her bedroom door open. Dwindling sunlight streamed through the casement windows, painting the ivory matelassé coverlet with a golden glow. She tried to see the room from Aiden’s perspective. Would he think it too girly? Too frou-frou with its all-white color scheme and lacework pillows?