Pleasures of the Night(82)

She licked the crown.

“Ah…” he growled. “Do that again.”

His head fell back as her tongue traced the path of a vein. His hands clenched in her hair, tugging at the roots, and her gaze lifted to meet his in surprise. His eyes were nearly black, the blue irises dilated with lust, his cheekbones flushed with desire. With his beautifully etched lips parted on panting breaths, he gasped, “Open your mouth.”

She blinked, startled at the harsh order. She was even more shocked when he pulled her closer, one of his hands fisting around the base of his cock and aiming it at her lips.

“Aidan?”

He pushed into her opened mouth, his head falling back as her lips wrapped around him. “I ached for you to touch me like this.”

It was then she noted how he trembled from head to toe, her immortal seducer of such renown. She stroked her tongue lightly across the sensitive underside of the tip, and his back bowed upward with a groan. She was willing to bet that he had never been this out of control when it came to sex.

“Lyssa.”

She smiled around her mouthful.

His head lifted, and he stared down at her with narrowed eyes. “You’re going to kill me.”

She sucked lightly just to watch him writhe, then released him to say, “That’d be a neat trick.”

He tugged her closer. “You’re doing a damn good job, believe me.”

“I felt like dying,” she said softly, her lower lip quivering. “Every day for the past month.”

“No way.” Aidan’s leg came up and kicked the coffee table aside. He moved over her, pressing her backward and down, his large, hard body pinning hers to the floor. “How much do you remember about the last time we were together?”

“Too much.”

“They’re not going to succeed, Lyssa.” His jaw was tight and hard, his hands rough as he shoved her dress up and tore off her lace thong. “We’re going to make this work.”

Her heart leaped at the determination in his voice. “How will we get around the mortal/immortal thing?”

His hand slid up her calf, stopped at her knee, then pushed it aside so that she was spread wide for him. He stared down into her eyes with hot intensity, his callused fingertips drifting between her legs, parting her, stroking across her clit. “We’ll take it one day at a time until we figure it out.”

As he slid two fingers into her, Lyssa arched helplessly into his embrace. “Wager and Connor are working on it in the Twilight. I’ll be working on it here.”

Her breathing grew labored as Aidan stroked the sensitive inner walls of her pussy with those expert fingers.

“Working on what?” was all she managed to get out. His thumb was rubbing her clit, his hand flexing as he fucked her. In and out.

Aidan settled more comfortably, his head resting on one hand, watching her, while his other worked her into a state of unmitigated arousal. “Looks like I’ve got a treasure hunt ahead of me.”

As she writhed beneath his attentions, Aidan withdrew his fingers, tossed one jeans-clad leg over her hips to keep her still, then returned to his sensual torment.

“Wh-what?”

His eyes glittered with mischief. “Let’s talk when we’re done. Next week work for you?” He rubbed a spot inside her that made her whimper with pleasure.

“Don’t your men need you?” she whispered, her skin hot and tight, her pussy sucking hungrily at his pumping fingers. A week in bed with Aidan…She shivered.

“I need you. When you left with Connor—” His fingers paused. He closed his eyes a moment, then exhaled harshly.

Her hand came up to stroke his cheek, and he nuzzled into her palm.

“There’s a lot to be learned,” he said roughly. “We haven’t even scratched the surface of what you can do or what you’re supposedly going to do. And that damn pendant…” He growled. “We’ll work it out. As long as we’re together.”

“I love you.” Tears slipped down her temples.

He smiled a purely male smile. “I know.”

His naked cock burned like a brand into her hip. Lyssa reached for it, wanting to hold him, love him, give him the same pleasure he brought to her. Her tongue flicked out to wet dry lips. “I thought you needed me to suck you off.”

He bent over her and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Well, a strange thing happens when you talk about dying—it sobers me up.”

Her head lifted as he straightened, her lips clinging to his. “What are you looking for? Will you have to travel?”

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“How will we manage?”

Aidan smiled. “Chad stole the sword from an affluent private collector who has been purchasing priceless artifacts through the black market. He recently put out covert feelers, searching for a replacement acquisitions specialist. I’m fluent in every one of the Earth languages and I have firsthand knowledge of centuries’ worth of history, so I don’t anticipate any trouble getting the job. He’ll use me to build his collection, and I’ll use him for money and travel expenses.”