Flirting With Destiny(52)
When Aedyn let go, I fell limply against the wall, trembling, and aching for more. He smoothed his hair and glanced around, like anyone in here would even care. I straightened and cleared my throat, peeling my back off the wall and tugged down the skirt of my dress. It wasn’t really pushed up, but the mere remembrance of his hand being up there was what made me blush and feel exposed.
“Let’s go.” He commanded and grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the exit.
We practically ran out the door and when the cool night air hit my red cheeks, I had a moment of reprieve and the thought struck me. I could still back out. It was just a kiss. Nothing irreversible had happened.
He hustled us to his BMW, determination stamped on his face. He drove the short distance to his downtown apartment in silence and before I knew it, we were there. I pressed my hand over the lump in my small leather purse where my ring created a bulge. Then I pressed my hand to my breast to still my racing heart, but all was in vain. By the time we were standing in front of his apartment door, my heart was exploding against my ribcage.
Chapter 20
Lauren
The minute my new black high heels hit the floor in Aedyn’s modern downtown apartment, my little evening purse went flying. I tossed it—and my engagement ring—as far into a corner as possible, not wanting any reminder that I was about to cross the line with a man who was not my fiancé.
The door had barely clicked shut when Aedyn pulled me into his arms. There was no time for small talk or the opportunity for me to say no. His mouth was on mine, crushing any remote ideas of faithfulness attached to my now hidden ring. I closed my eyes and gave into it. He kissed me hard and deep, dragging his teeth across my lower lip then pulled back to catch his breath. I raked my fingers through his soft hair, my body unable to control my desperate need for him. I’d wanted this the minute I laid eyes on him stepping out of his limo that day. I’d been dreaming—hot sex dreams—of the day I’d feel his luscious kisses on every part of my body. Now, I was so wet and turned on from his seduction, my mind was a euphoric blur.
“I need you, Lauren. Now.” His voice was husky and commanding, sending rivulets of excitement chasing their way down to my core. I wanted him desperately too. There wasn’t an ounce of self-control to be found in my trembling body.
With both hands, he took the thin straps of my red club dress and yanked them down. In one fluid motion, the top was at my waist. My breasts bounced freely, no bra containing them.
His eyes grew darker and he licked his lips at the sight before him, hungry for the taste of my already hardened nipples. In a flash, his hands were on me, pressing and kneading my flesh. The instant his tongue grazed the first nipple, my head fell back and I moaned. His tongue was exact and precise, making me even wetter, sending more electric tingles shooting between my legs.
His actions were demanding and short, his hands all over my body as if he didn’t know what part of me to touch next. With my head spinning from desire, I wasn’t sure if I even cared. I liked it hard and fast sometimes.
He growled as his hand found my sex again. “Let’s make both our fantasies come true. I’m going to fuck you like I’ve always wanted and you deserve.”
He pushed me in the direction of the couch, which was designed with high arms and plenty of pillows. I started to sit down, but he stopped me and spun me around so my back was to him. His hand pushed on my shoulder. His foot kicked open my legs open. When I tried to look at him over my shoulder, he just growled and pushed again, until I was bent over the high arm of the couch. I fell forward, my face finding one of the soft pillows and I heard him unbuckle his dress belt and then a fast zip. I knew he was already hard. I’d felt it as he ground against me when we kissed.
I put my hands out, palms flat on the seat of the couch, in order to raise my torso and steady myself for what I knew was coming next. And I wanted it; at least I thought I did. I was wound up so tight by his fiery kisses that my body was aching. Yet, when he bent me over, a little pang of hurt ricocheted through me at the same time. The push of his hand had been a little too hard and everything was happening too fast. I didn’t mind rough, but there was a fine line between sexy rough and downright mean. Something in his actions told me this wasn’t entirely playful. It was a payback.
“Aedyn…” I tried to rise up in protest, but there was that terse push again.
“Hold still.”
In a fast and frantic motion, his hand pulled what was left of my little club dress over my ass, and I felt his warm hard shaft pressing against the skin on the back of my upper leg.