I simply nodded and quickly tried retrieving my book to distract myself from the throbbing heat between my legs. Oh, and the urge to lick his neck.
When I laid my hand on the book it inadvertently brushed against Aidan’s thigh. Clenching my eyes tight, I latched onto the book. As I pulled the book up from the couch, Aidan’s hand was on my wrist.
My eyes snapped open and I turned to him. His face was serious for a moment before it relaxed and he turned to look at me. I stopped breathing.
"You ready for bed yet?"
"Um…not..." licking my bottom lip, I finally took a breath, "not yet." Forcing a smile, I battled my lust.
"Ugh…come on. I don’t want to have to come back down here in fifteen minutes to carry you to bed," he teased and poked his finger into my side.
"Stop," I cringed away and giggled, thankful for the moment of distraction.
"Are you ticklish?" An evil grin crossed his face. I scooted away.
"Don’t do it, Aidan," I warned, "I mean it." He attacked my sides with his fingers. "Stop," I screeched in laughter. "Oh God…stop! Please!" I cried.
Aidan laughed like a little kid.
"Who’s the best?" he taunted.
"Ahh….stop!" I laughed. "Uncle! Uncle!" I shouted in defeat.
"Who’s the champion? Say it, Lilli!" He chuckled and stopped tickling for a minute.
I gasped for air.
"You’re the champion. Now stop…please?" I laughed and pushed his hands away.
"Hmmm…not yet." He attacked again.
"Jesus, Aidan…stop it!" I choked out in the middle of my gurgled laughter.
He let up, his one hand resting against my thigh as I lay back trying to catch my breath.
"This is great information to have about you," he smirked at me.
The fiery tingle from his touch, the cocky smirk, and those sexy black rimmed glasses pushed me to my limit. A quiet moan escaped my lips.
"Fuck it," I growled.
In one fluid motion I pulled myself up from lounging and slid over his lap. Aidan’s eyes widened larger than I’d ever seen, his hands clenched the leather cushions of the sofa. I licked my lips, sucking on the bottom one, as my breathing picked up. Our bodies this close was the last straw.
"I’m tired of trying to stay away from you…" Whispering, I stared into his black framed eyes.
"Then don’t." He responded almost breathlessly.
Leaning in smoothly, I crushed my lips to his. Aidan’s hands found purchase on my hips and squeezed.
Sliding my hands from his forearms, up over his broad muscular shoulders, I laced my fingers together behind his neck, pulling him closer to me. He wrapped his hands around me and pulled me closer. I licked his lips and was granted access to his tongue. I thoroughly explored the inside of his mouth.
Our movements became more eager and my breathing was labored. I pulled away from the kiss and moved over his jaw, licking and biting at his skin. He moaned into the side of my face and pushed his hips up into me. His excitement strained in his pants and rubbed right where I wanted him most.
Reaching his earlobe, I flicked my tongue out before nibbling. His skin was smooth and tasted like honey, spice, and salt. Nothing had ever tasted so wonderful. The moment I slid my tongue down his neck to the crook he pushed me onto my back, against the couch, pressing his body into mine.
Aidan’s hands roamed under my shirt and over my stomach, not stopping until he cupped my breasts firmly. Groaning, I thrust my hips forward for more friction. He complied by pressing his hard length against me.
Our mouths met again and it was his turn to explore. My hands wandered, sliding over his cotton covered chest and the hard length between his thighs. Grasping him into my palm, through his pants, he pressed his forehead against my shoulder and growled. I licked the closest earlobe. This brought his mouth back to mine ferociously.
Grabbing his white dress shirt, I ripped it open. Buttons scattered on the hard wood floor. After sliding the shirt off of him, I grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt and pulled it up over his head.
Our lips parted so he could pull the shirt off. Before he returned, he yanked my shirt off forcefully and tossed it. As his mouth met mine again I nibbled on his bottom lip, eliciting a moan. My fingers worked adamantly on the clasp of his dress pants. Sliding my feet up the side of his legs, I hooked my big toe into the waist of his pants and push them down. Aidan lifted his hips and moved his mouth over my neck to my collarbone. One of his hands came down between us to push his boxers away.
My pajama bottoms were jerked away from my body, one side at a time. Removing my hands from his shoulders, I pushed my pants down far enough that he could finish the removal with his foot.
Pushing him off of me, I straddled his lap again and attacked his mouth fervently. He groaned as I pressed my wet folds against his erection. When he twitched against me, I moaned into his mouth.