“Aidan?” Mary asked quietly. “Are you okay?”
Beneath the table, Mary’s hand rested softly on his thigh. That light, gentle touch rocked through his body. Realizing that he’d been brooding, he looked into her eyes and saw concern.
“I’m fine,” he said, offering her an apologetic smile. “Just had a bad day, that’s all.”
“Maybe we should skip the movie,” she suggested.
He was about to disagree when he felt her hand rise along his thigh and come perilously close to his manhood. She didn’t actually touch him there; instead she allowed only a single finger to make tiny circles on the inside of his thigh.
Just that fast, Aidan’s blood heated and rushed through his body. Suddenly the very last thing he wanted to do was sit in a crowded theatre and be limited to what he could and could not do, because the way his inner beast was answering her subtle summons, he would probably wind up landing both of them in jail on various public indecency charges.
“Would you mind?” he asked, managing to keep his voice relatively normal.
“No,” she said. “I’m not really feeling up to it.”
Lexi exhaled across the table. “Oh, good,” she said, relieved. “We’re not either, but we didn’t want to bail on you guys.”
Aidan raised an eyebrow, and without taking his eyes from Lexi, Ian confessed, “Maggie and Mick are keeping the kids overnight. We have the house to ourselves.”
Aidan knew just how he felt.
Chapter Ten
The moment the check arrived, Aidan dropped a stack of twenties on the table, grabbed Mary’s hand, and practically dragged her out into the parking lot.
He pressed her body up against his SUV and took possession of her mouth. “I needed that,” he moaned, forcing himself to pull away enough to open the door. “Get in,” he commanded, punctuating the command by placing his hand on her ass and practically tossing her into the vehicle.
“What about my car?” she asked as he peeled out of the parking lot so fast she grabbed onto the door for support.
“We’ll get it tomorrow,” he growled. “There is no way you and I are riding in separate vehicles.”
“Hmmmm,” she hummed softly. “That gives me an idea.”
Before Aidan could ask what that idea was, Mary leaned over and rubbed her hand along the prominent bulge in his pants. He glanced sideways to find her licking her lips when it twitched beneath her. He was already driving as fast as the current road conditions would allow; any faster and he would be putting them both in danger.
“Mary, don’t even think about it.”
“Oh, I’m thinking about it,” she murmured, and Aidan wondered when the hell she had perfected that sexy purr. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly he feared he might actually rip it right out of the dashboard. He was forced to release one hand when he felt Mary unfastening his pants.
Gripping her wrist in an effort to stop her, he said, quite firmly, “No.”
Her other hand, still free, made quick work of the fastener even as her head lowered into his lap. “Yes,” she breathed over the head of his cock and took him into her mouth.
“Fuck!” he yelled, his hips lifting of their own accord to delve deeper into her hot mouth. “Oh, baby, I’m so going to punish you for this...”
It took a tremendous amount of strength and control to keep them from careening off the narrow mountain road, but for several minutes, Aidan knew if it came to that, he would die a happy man. Mary’s attentions were not meant to be either subtle or gentle. From the moment she wrapped her lips around him it had been a wholly brutal assault of single minded purpose – to get him off as quickly as possible.
She succeeded.
In less than five minutes, Aidan slammed on the brakes and swerved off onto the shoulder. Both hands gripped her head to hold her in place while he pumped furiously from below. In a mind-numbing and unexpected move, Mary slid her hand between his legs, grabbed his balls and squeezed with a slight twisting motion.
“FUCK!” Aidan roared as he came hard in her mouth. Mary continued to work him with her hands until he was spent. Only when he finally slumped back against the seat and released the death-grip on her hair did she sit back and calmly re-fasten her seat belt.
“Holy fucking Christ, Mary. Where did that come from?”
For as long as he lived, Aidan didn’t think he would ever forget the look she gave him. Her eyes gleamed with pure triumph and something much more meaningful – possession.
“I missed you,” she said simply. Then she smirked. “How’s your day now?”