The Ten-Day Baby Takeover(41)

“I’m up to this.” He leaned down and cupped the side of her cheek, placing a soft and tentative kiss on her lips. He choked back a sigh of relief. He’d wanted this more than he’d known.

She popped up on to her tiptoes and reached for his neck. Before he could think twice about what she was doing, she had him in the throes of the most enthusiastic kiss anyone had ever laid on him. He stooped to get closer, her lips wild and untamed, as if she’d been sent to consume him. For an instant he had to wonder if he’d fallen asleep and was stuck in a dream, but then she nipped his lower lip and the heavenly sting brought him to the present.

“Do you?” He wasn’t sure what he was trying to prove by inquiring about her intentions. They were pretty clear.

She drew in a deep breath and nodded, never taking her eyes off him. “I do. I want you to take off my nightgown and kiss me again. I want you to touch me. I need to touch you. And I don’t want to stop until we’re both exhausted.”

She gazed up at him, her eyes open and honest, while he teased one of the skinny straps from her shoulder. The corners of her sweet lips turned up when he reached for the hem of her gown and tugged it over her head, dropping it to the floor.

He couldn’t have stifled the groan in his throat if he’d wanted to. Having her stand before him, completely naked, was overwhelming. He didn’t know where to start—he wanted every part of her at once. Her breasts were even more beautiful than he’d imagined—full and luscious. The outline of her bikini showed from their time in the sun—stretches of creamy, touchable skin paired with the golden glow of her tan.

He snaked his arms around her waist, leaning down to kiss her, taking her velvety bottom into his hands. Was he the luckiest man ever right now? He’d been fantasizing about this five minutes ago and now it was actually happening.

He wanted to kiss her in a way that projected how badly he wanted her, but their height difference made it difficult. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her along. She stepped between his knees, her body bracketed by his legs. In his eyes, she was the embodiment of luscious femininity. His arms reined her in, holding her close, as his lips traveled from her pouty mouth to her neck, down the center of her chest, and he took her pert nipple into his mouth as he plucked at the other with his fingers. He listened to the way her breath halted, took note of the subtle moves she made to get closer to him. He had so much to learn about what pleased her, and about what would make her unravel.

She dug her fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp, soft and sexy moans coming from her gorgeous mouth. She dropped to her knees, seeking another kiss from him as she pulled at his boxer briefs and forced him to pop his hips up from the bed, so she could slide them down his legs. Kneeling before him, she took his length in hand, stroking firmly, making contact with her riveting gaze. It was everything he could do to hold his head up, let alone keep his eyes open. Her touch was bringing every nerve ending in his body alive, much as she was changing his entire life, bringing positive energy that hadn’t been there before. She lowered her head and wrapped her lips around his tip, taking him into her warm and welcoming mouth. Aiden had to recline back onto his elbows—the way the blood was rushing through his body right now was enough to make him pass out.

She took her time with him, sweet and sensual with every pass, placing one hand flat on his stomach and caressing tenderly. The tension was coiling inside him like a rattlesnake about to strike. He couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Sarah, come here.”

She made a gentle popping sound when she released him from her mouth, but she kept her hand firmly wrapped around him. “I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

The sight of her full mouth, her fingers on his body, her luscious curves, made it nearly impossible to form a coherent thought. “I was. You have no idea.” He sat up and cupped the side of her face. “But I want to make love to you.” His lips trailed from her mouth to her cheek and again down the graceful sweep of her neck. “If that’s what you want.”

“Aiden, I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. So, yes. That’s what I want.”

Did she really mean that? Aside from a few moments of flirtation, and the time he’d caught her staring after the bath with Oliver, he’d assumed the attraction was somewhat one-sided. Most women were very up-front with him. Sarah had hidden it well. How she somehow managed to become even sexier to him was beyond him, he only knew that this particular revelation did exactly that. Not many people surprised him. Sarah did.