Shiver(87)

“Yes.” She moaned. He molded, then lightly stroked around her nipples, inching ever closer to the taut peaks begging for him to lick, nibble, suck.

“So beautiful,” he said, with a groan, taking a nipple into his mouth.

She arched her back, her hands going to his jean-clad behind, and pulling him closer to the junction of her thighs. She burned for him, needed him inside her assuaging the ache that had overtaken everything. She pulled at his jeans, trying to get them off. His hands reached out and grabbed hers.

“No, sweetheart,” he said breathlessly. “The minute my pants are off, I’ll be inside you.”

“And that would be a bad thing?”

Aidan chuckled and dragged her nightgown up and over her head, leaving her wearing only her underwear. “Not yet.” His eyes scanned down her body, his fingers looping into the thin elastic of her panties. “I have much more that I want to do to you.” He stripped her last barrier down her legs and tossed them away. His smile promised all sorts of wicked things.

She moaned in anticipation. Then his mouth went to work, licking flames of pleasure up and down her body. He worshiped her with his tongue, her breasts, her stomach, and then he spread her thighs, and devoted his attention toward driving her insane. He entered her with his fingers, her hips arching off the bed, his tongue continuing to make her whimper as her body clawed toward the building climax.

Her fingers entwined in his dark hair as he pleasured her with his mouth. His tongue circled, flicked and then he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. She bucked as her body separated from her soul, his name a hoarse cry on her lips as she soared toward the shivery moon.

Slowly she drifted back to earth, back to Aidan. His hands caressed her, sliding long, lavish strokes over her sensitive skin.

“You okay?” he asked, nuzzling the underside of her breast.

“Uh-hmm,” she hummed. “I’m fine. Very fine.”

He chuckled, the vibrations causing shivers to erupt on her skin. Would she ever get enough of this man?

“We have a slight problem,” he said, palming her breast as he kissed her nipple.

“What problem?” How could there be a problem, when everything finally felt so right.

“Your ‘go with the flow protectively’ is in jeopardy. I know we already let the dog off the leash last time. But we shouldn’t take the chance. I don’t have any way of protecting you.”

She felt the heat of a blush infuse her whole body. How could she be a mother of an eleven, almost twelve year old, and still blush like a school girl? “I have some,” she whispered.

Aidan lifted his head and met her eyes, cocking an eyebrow. “You bought condoms?”

“Uh…no. Tern made me take them.”

He ducked his head, trying to hide a smile. “Where are they?”

She pointed to the clothes she’d tossed onto the back of a chair. “Front pocket of my overalls.”

He was up and off the bed in a flash, rummaging through her pocket and coming up with the square box Tern had thrown at her earlier. Had that only been this morning? Then he was back, a triumphant smile on his face. “We are going to have to do something very special for your sister. And later, much later, I want to hear how she came about giving you these.”

Raven’s blush deepened, but she ignored it. Instead, she rose to her knees, taking the box from him. She opened it, trying to look sophisticated, and failing as she struggled to free one of the foil wrappers. She flipped it around her fingers, and glanced at him, uncertain. “I don’t know how these work,” she whispered. “I know what they do, but not the mechanics of getting them on.”

His grin got wider. “We’ll just have to practice until you get it right.”

She lost the blush and shared his smile. Everything between them had always been easy, comfortable. Aidan had not only been her first love, he’d been her best friend. She pushed him back onto the bed, being careful not to bump his injured arm. “My turn.”

He answered with a groan of eagerness.

It was her turn to drive him insane and she went about it like the artist she was. She skimmed her fingers over his sensitive skin, and kneaded those parts that weren’t, until he growled for her to hurry. If anything she slowed. Savored the control, the feelings she brought out in him, until she had him panting, begging.

He hissed as she scorched her nails over his stomach. Purposely, she fumbled around the zipper of his jeans, until he swore and pushed her hands away, tearing off his jeans.

“Now,” he growled, taking her hips in his hands.

“Condom, remember?”

“Shit.” He threw his head back against the pillow, closed his eyes and exhaled out of his flared nostrils. “Give me a minute.”