The Secret Affair(67)

                If he was going to give her a warning, she wanted him to explain himself, although she knew what he meant.

                “Because if you keep it up, you might become my breakfast.”

                The thought of that happening had the muscles between her legs tightening, and she was aware that every hormone in her body was downright sizzling. “But you like pancakes and syrup,” she said innocently.

                A smile spread across his lips. “But I like your taste better.”

                “Do you?” she asked, intentionally shifting again to lean forward so that she could bury her face in the hollow of his throat. He was shirtless and she loved getting close to him, drinking in his scent.

                “You did it again.”

                She leaned back and met his gaze. “Did I?”

                “Yes.”

                She intentionally shifted in his lap when she lowered her head to lick the upper part of his chest. She loved the salty taste of his flesh and loved even more the moan she heard from his lips.

                “It’s been a year, Jillian. If I get you in my bed today it will be a long time before I let you out.”

                “And miss touring Monte Carlo? The ship has already docked.”

                “We have time.” He suddenly stood, with her in his arms, and she quickly grabbed him around the neck and held on. He chuckled. “Trust me. I’m not going to let you fall.” He headed for the bedroom.

                “Now to enjoy breakfast, the Aidan Westmoreland way,” he said, easing her down on the bed. He stood back and stared at her for a long moment. “I want you so much I ache. I desire you so much I throb. And I will always love you, even after drawing my last breath.”

                For the second time that day, she fought back tears. “Oh, Aidan. I want, desire and love you, too. Just as much.”

                He leaned down and removed her shoes before removing every stitch of her clothing with a skill only he had perfected. When she lay there naked before him, he slid his pj’s down his legs. “Lie still for a minute. There’s something I want to do,” he instructed in a throaty tone.

                That’s when Jillian saw the bottle of syrup he’d brought into the bedroom with them. She looked at the bottle and then looked up at him. “You are kidding, right?”

                “Do I look like I’m kidding?” he asked, removing the top.

                She swallowed. No, he definitely didn’t look as if he was kidding. In fact he looked totally serious. Too serious. “But I’m going to be all sticky,” she reasoned. All she could think about was how glad she was for the bikini wax she’d gotten at the spa yesterday.

                “You won’t be sticky for long. I plan to lick it all off you and then we’ll shower together.”

                “Aidan!” She squealed when she felt the thick liquid touch her skin. Aidan made good on his word. He dripped it all over her chest, making sure there was a lot covering her breasts, around her navel and lower still. He laid it on thick between her legs, drenching her womanly core.

                And then he used his tongue to drive her insane with pleasure while taking his time to lick off all the syrup. The flick of his tongue sent sensuous shivers down her spine, and all she could do was lie there and moan while encased in a cloud of sensations.