Pleasures of the Night(55)

And he knew it.

“Spread your legs.” His rough command made her shiver with anticipation, and when his hand left hers on the knob and rose to pinch her nipple through her shirt and bra, her moan was loud and pleading.

Bending her knee, she kicked free of one pants leg and set her foot on the threshold, which was raised a few inches higher than the garage floor. She spread herself shamelessly.

“Yes.” She shivered violently when his two fingers withdrew and then he returned with three woven tightly together. He was fervent, but beneath that impatience was underlying reverence. All her doubts faded to insignificance. No man could touch a woman like this without caring for her, without knowing her and wanting to please her. The driving force was lust and base craving, but there was also desperation and neediness that came from a far more intimate place.

She could hear cars driving past her garage and distant voices—her neighbors talking, parents yelling, children playing. The active community she lived in was just a few feet away. She didn’t care. She just wanted Aidan. Needed him.

“You’re melting in my hand.” His words were spoken against her skin, his lips nuzzling into her neck.

“I…” She nuzzled back. “Hurry.”

Before she understood what was happening, he stepped back and spun her to face him. He stared down at her, blue eyes intensely searching. Then he caught her face in his hands and kissed her passionately.

No holds barred.

She was startled by this new side of him, unable to shake the feeling that Aidan did everything with iron-fisted control, even sex. But his actions now were far from controlled. He was ready to ride her to the finish, she could tell. And she wanted him to. Wanted him to lose himself in her.

Then he surprised her again by dropping to his knees.

Hooking her leg over his shoulder with shaking hands, he bared her to his gaze.

“So pretty,” he said, his thumbs parting her. She knew what was coming before he licked her, but it still rocked her world.

“Oh!” She thrust her fingers through the dark silk of his hair and held on as his warm lips surrounded her clit. The rough pad of his tongue stroked back and forth across the sensitive bundle of nerves. His mouth was hot, the texture perfect, his skill evident. When he groaned against her and increased his rhythm, she bit her lower lip to keep silent. Then he tilted his head and thrust his tongue into her, and she gave up and cried out.

Aidan hummed his encouragement.

Lost to the pleasure, she rode his mouth, her hips undulating into the gentle, shallow stroking inside her that was driving her crazy. “Please,” she begged, her hands dropping to his shoulders.

His every exhale burned her skin, the kneading of his fingertips on her hips made her tingle all over, the steady fucking of his tongue into her pussy made her mindless. Clutching his arm for support, she moaned, “Please…”

He kissed upward to her clit, and her muscles tensed, preparing for the coming orgasm she wanted more than her next breath. When it came, the force of her climax nearly took her to her knees, but Aidan held her upright, his shoulders bulging beneath her palms, supporting her, not just physically but deep inside, his attention to her needs both reassuring and welcome.

When she slumped backward, Aidan stood and lifted her with amazing ease. She wrapped her legs around his hips and then shivered as their gazes locked together. There was no satisfied smile in his eyes or on his lips. There was only desire and a deep intensity, as if he was looking for something within her features.

“Take me,” she whispered.

Holding her effortlessly with one hand beneath her buttocks, Aidan yanked his button fly free and shoved his garments low on his hips.

He gritted his teeth and pulled her down at the same time he surged upward. She twisted in his arms, the slick, swollen tissues inside her aching with the penetration. He was hard as a rock, thick and long.

His nostrils flared as he slid slowly from her in a heavy glide, only to thrust into her harshly, pinning her to the door.

Her toes curled. “Ah god, your cock…”

Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, she felt the dampness of the cotton that separated his steamy skin from hers. Beneath her fingertips, the muscles of his upper back were trembling. His knees bent again on a torturous withdrawal, then his ass clenched beneath her calves as he pumped back into her, filling her so full she gasped for breath.

She held on with what strength she had left. Aidan took her like a man possessed, riding her high and hard and deep. He growled on every plunge, his breath hissed on every retreat. Her lower back banged repeatedly into the door, the rhythmic sound unmistakable. Hard sex. She loved it, craved it, craved him. Just as he claimed to crave her.