Aidan stalked across the kitchen. Taking both of her hands in his, he lifted them over her head and pressed her up against the wall, crowding her with his body.
“Oh, baby. I can’t believe you just asked me that.” He leaned down ever-so-slowly and brushed a kiss across her lips. “As if once could ever be enough.”
She moaned and softened instantly, giving herself over to his touch. “And for the record, I’m not sorry, Mary.”
His manhood twitched against her belly. She was delighted to find him already hardening again, and arched into it.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he said, gently pulling back. “I need to feed you before we go there again. You’re going to need your strength.”
Desire flared inside her, despite the incredible, axis-tilting orgasm she’d had less than five minutes earlier. “For what?”
Aidan grinned wickedly. His hand caressed down her back, his fingers trailing through the ejaculate clinging there. He swirled once, then twice, then stroked his coated finger down into the cleft of her ass, rimming her forbidden entrance with just the slightest hint of pressure, making her moan and clench at the same time.
“Does this answer your question?”
She closed her eyes, willed the ecstasy into something manageable before she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth again. That shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. “Y-yes.”
“Yes?” he asked, pressing a little harder, lubricating her with his cum as she began to writhe against him.
“Yes,” she repeated, her voice stronger, more certain.
Aidan smiled. “Stay here,” he ordered softly.
As commands went, it was pretty tame, but there was no mistaking it for what it was. Mary watched him as he crossed the kitchen and picked his jeans up from the floor. He pulled them on, but left them unfastened, offering a perfect view of the sexy “V” of muscle that pointed toward the manliest parts of him. Then he proceeded to the sink, where he grabbed a towel and wet it with warm water.
It was so strange, so erotic, to be standing in her kitchen naked from the waist down, wet and sticky from what had to be the most insane thing she’d ever done. She made a move to step forward, but Aidan was suddenly there.
“I said, don’t move.” She shivered, but obeyed. Aidan kneeled before her, then slowly began to clean her. He started at the back of her knees and worked upward, caressing and kissing her flesh as he did until she was so weak-kneed she was forced to put her hands on his shoulders lest she fall.
“Ah, baby, you are not helping,” he breathed when he reached between her legs and found her soaked with fresh wetness. He slipped two fingers inside of her even as he kissed her feminine folds. “Fuck. So fucking sweet.” He glanced up at her, his eyes glowing and heavy-lidded. “I know what I’m having for dessert.”
Her nails curled into his skin; he moaned at the painful bite.
Aidan returned to his task, teasing her with his lips and tongue as he did. Only when she was sufficiently clean did he allow her to put her jeans back on.
“Sit down, Mary,” he said, guiding her to a chair, “and let me feed you.”
“No,” she said, her voice stronger now that he didn’t have some part of him on or inside her. “You sit, and I’ll feed you.” He narrowed his eyes, and she felt a thrill of power run through her. Defying him, she realized, gave her a natural high. “You are a guest in my home, after all.”
His expression grew heated, passionate. “I’ve been in more than just your home, Mary,” he reminded her with an arrogant smirk.
“So you have,” she said, lifting her chin with a glint in her eye. “And if you want to be invited back, then I suggest a compromise. You get the food out of the oven. I’ll get the settings and drinks.”
His eyes widened for a moment in surprise, then he grinned.
Chapter Eight
“This food is amazing,” Mary said a little while later. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but why did you get so much?”
There were containers of pasta, chicken, steak, seafood, and vegetables – so many, in fact, that they wouldn’t all fit on the table and had to be lined up on the counter. It was like a dream buffet. Unable to choose, Mary took a little bit from each, and found it all to be mouth-wateringly delicious.
“It was a test, right?” Aidan shrugged. “Well, I don’t like to fail. I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything.”
Her lips twitched. “Do you ever fail at anything?”
“No,” he answered truthfully, without a trace of arrogance. “And if it’s something I truly want, then I excel.”
The heat in his eyes had her growing wet again, so she went back to a safer topic – the food. “So I see. Did you get all this from the Celtic Goddess?”
“Yes,” he said, the heat morphing slightly to wariness. “How’d you know?”
“The logo on the takeout boxes,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Plus you wrote your number on a Goddess business card, so I figured you worked there. You do, right?”
Aidan nodded, but did not elaborate.