Aidan invaded her personal space, his chest only inches from her upturned face. He glared at her, his eyes glowing with intensity and hunger. With one smooth, practiced move, he turned her to face the sink and pressed her body into the counter with his own. He held her in place with his hips, his muscular thighs braced just outside of hers, his feet planted immovably against hers. It only magnified her desire.
Reaching around, he grabbed her hand and unwrapped the towel from it. She barely noticed. The heat from his body burned up and down her spine; his rigid erection pressed against the swells of her backside and extended into the curve of her lower spine. The knowledge that he was aroused too sent her need into overdrive.
“You burned yourself.” A growl of displeasure, as if seeing her hurt was unacceptable. Deep. Dark. Supremely male. It made her feel ... precious.
“Just a little,” she managed. “I already put aloe on it. It’s fine.”
Another sound rumbled from deep in his chest. Delicious tingles erupted in her core and spread through her like wildfire. She could feel every inch of him so clearly, pressing up against her. It felt so good; she had forgotten just how good a man’s body could feel.
Mary couldn’t help herself. Lost in the sensations, wanting more, she rubbed against him. It was just a tiny movement, but it was enough.
*
She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder. He saw the flash in her eyes. Defiance, and something else. Desire. It poked at the darkness he kept chained and tethered deep within.
Aidan growled and increased the pressure, using his bigger body to pin her against the counter. Rather than heed his warning, she whimpered and rubbed herself against him.
It was too much, too tempting. He’d been holding himself back all afternoon, nearly breaking several teeth by repeatedly clenching his jaw each time she bent over in front of him. Or brushed innocently against him. Or reached for something that made that little sweater rise up enough to show him the creamy perfection of her skin. Mary wasn’t consciously trying to seduce him, and that made him burn all that much hotter because of it.
At least she hadn’t been. Now, he wasn’t so sure. That sweet ass stroking his cock through his jeans seemed clear enough. Dare he hope that she was ready and willing to take it to the next level? He was trying so hard to control his baser instincts, the ones currently screaming at him to take her right then and there. Chances were, she had no idea the fire she was playing with.
One thing he did know: if she kept moving against him like that, his beast was going to break free and he wouldn’t be able to stop it from devouring her.
A soft moan, a cry really, spilled over her lips. He’d never heard anything like it; it was a plea of need and longing barely audible but so fierce his inner beast howled in response.
“Christ, Mary. Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you right now?” he ground out, his hands gripping her hips to still the movements that would unman him. His question was crude and raw, spoken from visceral need and without rational thought, meant as a final warning before that last tenuous hold on his control snapped entirely.
But it was her response that blindsided him, annihilated any chance he had at proceeding slowly with her.
“Yes.” A whisper. A plea straight from his naughty dreams. Aidan froze.
Every dominant cell in him fired to life. He grew taller, broader, his jaw flexing right along with the rest of the muscles in his body. His hands squeezed into fists and then released, as if it might satisfy the sudden need he had to fill them with her soft flesh.
Several moments passed. Aidan remained still, his hands like a vice over her hips, keeping her from moving, too, despite her attempts.
“Please,” she pleaded softly, and still, he hesitated.
“Please what?” he managed. He needed to hear the words so there would be no doubt.
“Yes. Bend me over and... and fuck me right now.”
A brief, violent war took place inside Aidan at that moment. It was over before it even started.
He cupped the back of her neck and pushed her forward with one hand, firmly but gently as the other started tugging at her jeans. Seconds later they were kicked aside and Aidan’s long, skilled fingers were testing her readiness. He choked on a groan when he found her dripping wet and swollen with need.
*
What was she doing?
At that moment, she didn’t know. Didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting Aidan to give her what she so desperately craved. It was what he wanted, too. She couldn’t see his face, but she had felt the proof only moments earlier.
Aidan pulled away. She was just about to protest when she heard the soft “whoosh” rent the silence. Her lust-crazed mind recognized it for what it was – Aidan removing the leather belt from his pants. She moaned as the ache ratcheted up yet another notch. How could one tiny sound make her want to weep and beg?
“Feeling naughty, are we?” he crooned smoothly, so much darker, infinitely more dangerous.
Mary said nothing. The sting of leather upon her bare bottom had her crying out a moment later. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it had been so sudden, so unexpected. So... incredibly erotic.