The Ten-Day Baby Takeover(53)
She sat back and scrambled her way through the buttons of his shirt. He untucked it, then shifted and rolled his magnificent shoulders out of his sleeves. She sat there in awe, reaching out and skimming her fingers along the contours of his shoulders. He was so incredible, inside and out. He clutched her neck, and brought her mouth back down onto his as she again rolled her hips, grinding against his crotch, making everything between her legs blaze with licks of fire—each pass was a tiny measure of gratification, and a bigger dose of torment. She needed him now.
“Touch me, Aiden.”
She reached behind her and unzipped her dress, then Aiden threaded his hands beneath the skirt again and pushed the garment up over her head. She planted her hands on the bed next to his shoulders, and he traced the edge of her bra cups with his finger, dipping below the fabric edge and rubbing her nipple. The skin contracted hard beneath his touch, and goose bumps followed. A deep moan left her lips, just to let off a bit of the pressure. He was torturing her, his gaze never leaving her, the need in his eyes fierce and undeniable. He slid his finger under the strap and nudged it off her shoulder, then did the same on the other side. She was about to beg him to take off her bra when he snapped the clasp and the garment fell away. He cupped her breasts in his strong hands—such blissful relief that you’d think she’d waited a lifetime for his touch. She arched her back and her eyes drifted shut as he raised his head and flicked his tongue against one nipple, need shuddering through her. His lips closed on the tight bud, while his hand trailed down her stomach and slipped down the front of her panties, finding her apex.
His fingers teased, touching lightly, drawing gasps from her lungs as he took full control. She settled her forehead on his shoulder as he masterfully brought her closer to climax with firm circles and a steady pace. The pleasure rose inside her, cresting. The tension would build, then ebb, then surge back until she was again at the very edge. When it finally became too much and she gave way, she smashed her mouth into his shoulder to quiet her cries of ecstasy.
But now she only needed him more. She climbed off him and watched as a sexy grin crossed his face when she unbuckled his belt and unzipped the zipper. Not having the fortitude to tease him, she slipped his pants and boxers down at the same time. He was so primed it nearly stopped her dead in her tracks. She appreciated the dark, lusty expression on his face as she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked firmly. He watched for only a moment before his eyes drifted closed and his shoulders let go of all tension. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his, loving the way the depth of his kiss told her how much he appreciated each pass of her hands. His skin was so warm and smooth, but the pressure beneath the surface was intense. Pleasing him like this was so gratifying, but she needed him fully. She needed him to make love to her. She wanted them joined that way again.
“Aiden, make love to me.”
He rolled to his side and ran his fingers through her hair, covering her face with kisses. “I want to. Now.” He sat up and opened a drawer in the bedside table, handing her the condom packet. She tore it open as he stretched out again. He drew in a sharp breath when she rolled it onto his waiting erection. Then he watched as she slipped off her panties and kicked them to the floor when they were to her ankles.
He positioned himself between her legs when she lay back on the bed. “This is virtually the only thing I’ve thought about since we got back from Miami.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
He guided himself inside as she pulled his hips down and he sank into her, her body molding perfectly around him. He lowered his head and they settled into a long and tangled kiss. They moved together in their perfect rhythm, rocking back and forth as the kisses became more frantic, less refined. His breaths were ragged and shallow and it was clear he was close to climax. He reached down between them and placed his thumb against her center until she came and he quickly followed.
He collapsed next to her, catching his breath.
She was floating back down to earth, her mind a whirl of wonderful things. “That was incredible.” But I want more.
He smiled, his eyes half-open. “I hope you aren’t too tired. I want to make the most of our time together.”
Make the most of it. Her thoughts, exactly.
* * *
In the new light of morning, Sarah again watched Aiden sleep. She lay on her side, one arm tucked under her pillow, studying his face, notably calm after last night. Aiden had let his guard down. He’d let her in and it had all been his idea. She hadn’t had to push for a thing. She felt like a new person, emerging from her dark cocoon in the nick of time. One more day and she’d have been gone. Now, leaving was unimaginable. She’d be crumpling her own heart into a tiny ball. Certainly Aiden wouldn’t let her. Their connection was too strong.