One hand wrapped around him as she began to place tender kisses all around the tip. “Mmmm,” she breathed across the head, “you do.”
Her tongue peeked out and lapped at the pearly drop of pre-cum beading there, causing Aidan to buck beneath her. She teased him like that for a while, taking great pleasure in the ability to do this to him. But when Aidan started mimicking her moves with tiny flicks of his tongue, she decided to take pity on them both. Her hands tightened around him in a firm, twisting motion, and Mary took him deep into her mouth with a powerful sucking pull.
“Fuck!” he shouted, but the exclamation was muffled against her now drenched and swollen lips. Mary was forced to release him when he lifted her into the air. Before she could protest, he lowered her so that she was bracing her arms against his bended knees, and he was sliding into her.
Mary’s knees found purchase on either side of his hips. She let his hands guide her to the perfect angle, then he began to piston into her from underneath while holding her in place. It was all she could do to hold on.
Aidan set a fast and furious pace, pounding into her from beneath until her screams of pleasure rent the air. Aidan joined her with his own shout, pulling her hips down hard on his while he gave one final, brutal thrust. Mary’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his fiery warmth filling her, deep, deep inside.
“Fuck, baby,” Aidan breathed, shifting them so that they lay spooned against one another, Aidan still deep inside her. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
The only response she was capable of was a moan of absolute agreement.
––––––––
“That’s what you had to do?” she asked as Aidan reluctantly handed her clothes.
He grinned unrepentantly. “Yes.”
She rolled her eyes and laughed. “I like the way you prioritize.”
“Thought you might. Feeling a little better about meeting my sister now?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Is that what this was all about? Giving me an earth-shattering orgasm so intense I was incapable of getting myself worked up about meeting your sister?”
“Earth-shattering, huh?” he gave her a smug male grin.
“Like you need me to tell you that,” she muttered, turning her back on him. “As if you don’t already know what you do to me.”
A sharp sting fell across her behind, followed by a sensual caress. “Maybe I need to hear it.”
“Fine.” She straightened and turned around, linking her arms up around his neck. It was hard to believe someone as confident and powerful as Aidan would need assurance, but she was more than willing to give it to him.
“You, Aidan Harrison, rock my world.”
He stilled for a moment. Aidan looked deep into her eyes. She stared back, willing him to see the raw, honest truth. A slow grin curved his lips. “That’ll do,” he said before pulling her into a soul-searing kiss.
Chapter Seventeen
“Are you sure this is alright?” Mary asked, looking doubtfully at her jeans and soft cream sweater. If she’d known they were going to meet his sister, she would have chosen something nicer for the occasion. Thankfully, she’d put in her small diamond studs – the most expensive jewelry she had - this morning, which dressed the outfit up a little.
Aidan was also casually dressed, sporting jeans and a dark chocolate button down that complimented her outfit. Of course, Aidan managed to make everyday Levi’s and a cotton shirt look like something right off the cover of a fashion magazine.
Mary sighed. He was just too gorgeous for his own good.
“You look beautiful,” Aidan assured her, giving her a reassuring squeeze about her hip. “Absolutely lickable,” he added in that silky purr that had her tingling, reminding her of exactly what they had been doing less than an hour ago. Warmth flooded her cheeks (as well as a few other areas), making him chuckle. “But I’ll force myself to behave until we get home.”
Until we get home. The phrase sent a different kind of warmth through her, one that wrapped around her heart.
––––––––
“Glad you finally made it, man,” Ian called out from behind the bar with a huge grin before pinning his gaze on Mary. “Ready to run the gauntlet, Mary?”
“Cut the shit, Ian,” Aidan said lightly, but his eyes held a definite warning. “She’s nervous enough the way it is.”
“I’m sorry, Mary,” Ian said, though his mischievous eyes were twinkling. “Lexi can’t stop talking about you, and she’s got everyone dying to meet you.” Ian leaned over the bar and winked playfully. “But you can send Aidan up there alone and hang down here with me if you’d like.”
A low, deep growl sounded nearby, and Mary realized it was Aidan. “Sit with your own croie,” Aidan said, pulling Mary tightly against him. Ian laughed.