Pleasures of the Night(54)

“Fuck.”

Stacey leaned over and squeezed her wrist. “Call me often over the weekend, or else I’m sending the cops over. And bring him to dinner at my place tomorrow. I want to see you in person.”

“You’re freaking me out.” Lyssa stood and began to pace. When she was with Aidan, she felt safe. Cherished. But when they were apart she was flooded with doubts.

“Put Aidan up in a hotel until everything is worked out and explained.”

“Fine.”

“Fine, you’ll do it? Or fine, shut the hell up?”

“Fine, I’ll find him a hotel.”

When the rear door to the clinic slammed shut, they both turned their heads. Aidan appeared a moment later, his hair windblown and tousled in a super-sexy way, a bookstore bag in his hand. He’d bought sunglasses, which he pushed up as he approached, revealing blue eyes filled with pleasure and lust at the sight of her. He was walking his signature walk, the one that screamed, Hot sex. Beneath the thin cotton of his shirt, she could just make out the shape of his washboard abs and strong chest.

Her toes curled.

“Ready to go?” he asked in that deep voice with its luscious accent. That tone struck a chord deep inside her, once again creating a sense of familiarity that was soul deep.

Clutching the pepper pen tightly, she nodded. “Yes. I’m ready.”





Lyssa wasn’t sure how they ended up at her house. Her thoughts were on Chad and Stacey’s valid concerns, and her driving had been on autopilot. Still, as she pulled to a stop in her garage, she didn’t feel panic that she hadn’t dropped Aidan off at a hotel. In fact, as the garage door lowered, she felt relief.

Holding the steering wheel with both hands, she stared straight ahead and blew out her breath.

“You want to tell me what’s on your mind?” Aidan asked, his left hand sliding over to rest on her thigh. “You haven’t said a word since we left the clinic.”

Beneath his palm, her skin burned. The heat spread, warming her blood, making her shift in her seat. He stroked softly, slowly, and her body responded by melting for him. Her knuckles went white.

A rough sound rumbled in his chest.

“If you’d like a bed beneath your back when I fuck you again,” he murmured darkly, “you better get out of the car.”

She scrambled out and slammed the door. He rounded the trunk so swiftly, they reached the kitchen entry at the same time. His hand curved around hers where it gripped the knob, his chest pressed against her back, his thighs touching hers. The hard length of his erection was an unmistakable shape against the upper curve of her buttocks. He dipped his knees and stroked it against her.

Closing her eyes, Lyssa pressed her hot forehead against the cool door and moaned softly. Aidan’s lips touched the side of her neck, and his tongue stroked leisurely over her rapidly beating pulse.

She heard a thud, but it wasn’t until his left hand cupped her hip that she realized he’d dropped the bag of books.

“What are you doing?” she breathed, so in lust with him, her lungs were tight.

“You’re tense. I’m relaxing you.”

Aidan’s accent was divine when he was plain speaking. When he was aroused, it was pure seduction.

She reached back and cupped his ass, mimicking his movements, stroking the length of his cock with her body. He growled and bit into the tender spot between her neck and shoulder. It pinned her in place, subduing her writhing, telling her without words that she was at his mercy.

“No fair.” She pouted.

He licked his teeth marks in her skin. “Is that a complaint?” His large hand slid lower, between her legs. “Can’t have that.”

Her breath hissed out as he rubbed her lightly through her trousers, the barely-there pressure enough to make her wet, but not enough to satisfy. “Oh, Aidan…”

His grip became fierce, pulling her body taut against his, as if the sound of his name impassioned him.

“Next time,” he muttered.

His fingers freed the button at her waist, lowered her zipper, and then he shoved her pants down roughly.

“Wh-what…?”

“The bed. We won’t make it.”

He thrust his hand into the juncture between her legs.

“Oh shit.” She clung to the knob for balance.

Aidan crowded her, his fingers parting her and then thrusting into her. His mouth to her ear, he whispered, “I’m going to take you, Lyssa. Right here. No holds barred.”

Her knees buckled. If not for his fingers deep inside her, she would have sunk to the floor. “Do it.”

She leaned heavily into the door as he began to fuck her with his fingers, fast and hard and not deep enough. His desire goaded hers, making it wild and out of control.