Pleasures of the Night(64)

“Nothing important.” He rolled his hips sinuously beneath her to prove his point.

“I see morning wood is universal.” She giggled when his fingertips danced across her hipbones.



“Morning wood is for guys who just woke up. This wood is the kind a guy gets when his woman sits on his lap wearing only a robe.”

Kissing the corner of his smile, she got serious. “Have you slept at all since you got here?”

Aidan sighed. “I slept the first night I was here.”

“You were sick, so that doesn’t count.”

“Are you trying to mother me?” The warmth in his eyes made her stomach quiver.

“My feelings are far from maternal. I’m being selfish, actually. You’re going to need your strength for sex.”

“Oh?”

His eyes lit wickedly and he pushed the chair back. Rising, he set her down on the wooden tabletop and then reached around her to sweep all the books to the floor. The steady thuds and rustling sounds of pages flipping was strangely erotic. Leaning over her, he forced her to drop backward until she lay across the table like a feast. “Sometimes less energy leads to longer foreplay. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

His tongue licked along her bottom lip. She caught it and sucked on the tip. He shivered, and she smiled, loving that she had that effect on him.

“I need you to have energy,” she murmured against his mouth, “so you can help me burn off all the food you’ve been making me eat. I’ve never eaten at three o’clock in the morning before. I’m sure it went straight to my hips.”

“Ha!” he scoffed, pulling back to give her a mock glare. “You’re underweight and you know it. Besides, you needed to eat to make up for missing breakfast.”

“Was that your reasoning?” Lyssa pursed her lips skeptically. “I thought you were refueling me for round six. Or was it seven? You could give the Energizer Bunny lessons on going and going and going—”

“I’ll give you lessons,” he threatened, tugging open the belt she had at her waist.

She smacked at his hands. “No way. Sleep first, then sex.”

“But I’m not tired.”

“Bullshit. You look worn out.” But she was tempted. Boy, was she tempted. Yeah, she was sore and ached in places she hadn’t known she had, but the pleasure…Dear god, the orgasms were addictive. They blew her mind and fried her nerve endings. She understood sex addiction now. Completely.

“I know you want it,” he purred. “Otherwise you would have gotten dressed. And you know…I’ve got more than enough energy to give you what you want.”

“You shouldn’t have any energy. You should be spent.” Her head tilted to the side. “Are all Guardians as horny and tireless as you?”

“Not all, no. I’ve always had an appetite, but it was easily satisfied.” He pushed the edges of her robe aside and licked a trail from her pelvic bone up between her breasts.

Her back arched upward. “Are you saying I can’t satisfy you?”

“Every damn time,” he whispered, his lips hovering just above a hard, waiting nipple. “You’re about to do it again, too.”

His mouth, hot and wet, seared her skin. She gasped and writhed, but was quickly subdued by his fingers sliding between her legs. They parted her, stroked her clit, slipped inside her. He released her breast and growled.



“Fuck, that makes me so hard.” He withdrew and slipped two fingers inside her. “I can feel my cum in you. You’re soaked with it.”

“Yeah,” she gasped as he pressed deep. “I told you. You should be spent after last night.” Reaching down, she caught his wrist and stilled his movements. “Tell me something. Are we reproductively compatible?”

He went completely still, then took a deep breath. “Would you want us to be?”

His gaze was steady, intense, searching. Deep sapphire pools that were slowly losing the cynicism she’d seen when she first opened the door to him. She made him happy; she had no doubts about that.

The tip of his finger rubbed gently inside her. “Would you, Lyssa?”

The question broke her heart. As she’d lain in bed that morning, a bunch of silly, unrealistic dreams of Prince Charming and happily-ever-after had flooded her mind. The knowledge that he was home with her, making coffee for her, hers to take…She couldn’t deny that thoughts of sharing her life and a family with him had rushed to the fore.

Tears stung her eyes. “Yes. I would.”

It was all she could say past the lump in her throat, but it was enough for Aidan. He cupped her cheek and lowered his lips to hers. “Then let’s try.”