Pleasures of the Night(44)

She swallowed hard, images flooding her mind of how he might have done that. Water beating down, soap-slick hands stroking the throbbing length of him, pumping with a primitive rhythm until he spurted his lust down the drain. She knew how that beautiful cock felt in her hands, how thick and hard it was when erect. Shit, it looked great pre–hard-on. How many men could say that?



He has a freckle on his right hip.

Her gaze flew to the spot, and her mouth fell open at the sight of the tiny little brown circle. Then she pulled herself together. She could have taken note of it in the shower. Remembering it didn’t mean anything.

“Don’t worry.” His voice, low and husky, slipped into her musings. “There’s more than enough left for you.”

God, she loved the way he talked, how open he was about his sexuality and his desire for her. Had he approached her this way before? In a club, perhaps, when she’d been younger? She had been wild in college, skating through her school day and partying hard at night. She imagined the scene—dressed in shorts and backless tank, leaning against the bar, shouting her drink order at the bartender so she could be heard over the pulsing music. Then Aidan’s hands at her hips, his erection at her lower back, his mouth to her throat as he had done downstairs. Before he led her away…

Was that how it had happened? She tried so hard to recall. Regardless, her body remembered his, even if her mind didn’t.

He moved toward her with silent grace, one arm circling her waist, his other hand thrusting through her wet hair, angling her head to better fit her lips to his. He took her mouth with lush, deep licks of his tongue, making her shudder and clutch at his wet back.

“What are you thinking about when you look at me like that?” he asked in a voice dripping sin.

“Huh…?” She wasn’t thinking about anything; he’d fried her brain with that kiss.

“How dirty was the sex?” He tugged her hips into his, making certain she felt every hot, throbbing inch of him. His large hand cupped the back of her head; his mouth brushed against her ear. “Was I fucking you yet? Or just about to?”

“Aidan…” she moaned, tormented by her lustful body and his raw, heated seduction. “It’s so good between us, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, her fingertips kneading restlessly into the hard muscles of his back.

“The best,” he said hoarsely.

She nodded. “Is that why you came? To see if it’s as good as you remembered? Is this just a booty call sort of thing?”

Will there be more? Or just this? Already the thought of his leaving made her chest tight.

He tucked her flushed face in the crook of his neck. “No, no, and no. Do you have time to talk?”

Sighing, she shook her head. “I have to go to work. I’m late.”

“Can I come with you?”

For a moment she paused. What was she supposed to do with him? She needed some distance so she could think. Maybe do some investigating. Call some old friends. See if anyone else remembered Aidan. “It would be better if I went alone. I’ll be busy, and I’m sure there are things you have to do while you’re in town.”

“There are things you need to know.”

You don’t date seriously, you’re not looking for a girlfriend, no attachments. It’s just sex.

“Please, Lyssa.”

The strength of her déjà vu was overwhelming. And painful. A one-night stand. That’s what they’d had. That’s all Aidan wanted.

He leaned back. “Don’t shut me out. Listen to what I have to tell you.”

She looked up at him, saw the brief flare of longing that he quickly hid with a crooked smile, and knew she had no choice. “Yeah, get dressed and…Crap. You don’t have anything to wear.” Lyssa wrinkled her nose. “Any idea when the airline is going to deliver your stuff?”

Then she thought about their situation, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “How did you know where I lived?”

“You told me,” he said simply, his hands stroking down her back.

“You should have called before you showed up.”

He nuzzled his nose against hers, rubbing his body all over her. “I know.”

“How long are you planning to stay?”

“I haven’t thought that far ahead,” he murmured, his mouth brushing back and forth across hers.

She sighed, too tired to fight the feeling that she belonged in his arms. “We have to go. I’m going to be so late.”

Aidan nodded, pulling back to retrieve the sweats from where he’d tossed them across the unmade bed. He tugged them on first, then a wicked-looking pair of combat boots that self-sealed with a simple tap of his fingertips.