The bathroom door opened.
Dana’s eyes widened. Her already pounding heart went into overtime, slamming against her ribs as Aidan strode out, naked save for a white towel wrapped around his hips.
“Holy crap,” she whispered.
He was beautiful. His body rippled with muscle as he prowled toward her as smoothly as a lion. His eyes still glowed. A sensual smile tilted his lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he stopped before her. “I forgot I was covered in blood.”
Blinking, Dana glanced down. Red splotches marred her shirt where the blood that hadn’t dried on his clothes had rubbed off on hers. “Oh.”
Taking her chin in one hand, he produced a damp white washcloth and gently drew it across her cheek and down her neck. “I didn’t mean to sully you.”
Dana ogled his bare shoulders and chest, wanting badly to tell him to just drop the towel and take her. “Do you, um…?” What were they talking about? “Do you want me to shower?”
If he did, she was damned well going to drag him in there with her, because she couldn’t wait that long for him to touch her again.
He shook his head. “The rest is just on your shirt.” Tossing the cloth into the bathroom, he eyed her speculatively. “How angry would you be if I tore your clothes in my haste to remove them?”
She nodded to the plush white cloth wrapped around his hips. “Depends on how fast you ditch the towel.”
Grinning, he dropped the towel.
Dana sucked in a breath. Aidan was perfect. Broad, muscled shoulders. Well-developed pecs. Washboard abs. She had never been with a man who had such a superbly sculpted body. Her gaze dropped to the erection jutting toward her.
And all of him was perfect.
She felt a tug on her shirt. Something clickety-clacked on the floor like a string of pearls falling. Glancing down, she gaped.
In less than a heartbeat, without even moving her, Aidan had stripped her bare except for her shoes.
Looking up, she met his brilliant amber eyes and breathed one word. “Finally.” As quickly as she could, she toed off her shoes, then bent to remove her socks.
Aidan backed away toward the bed, his hands curling into fists. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with need as his heated gaze roved her like a pair of hands.
How did he do that? How could he sharpen her arousal with just a look?
“You’re beautiful,” she said, closing the distance between them. At the last minute, she veered around him and knelt on the mattress. Turning to face him, she moved back in invitation.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight as Aidan knelt before her on the bed.
She stilled, her pulse fluttering wildly at the heat in those glowing eyes.
Cupping her shoulder, he slid his hand down to clasp her breast. Her breath caught as he teased the tight peak with thumb and fingers, tweaking the sensitive bud.
Her body went liquid.
Aidan curled his arm around her and drew her up against him, trapping his erection between them. He lowered his lips to her other breast, drew the hard pink nipple into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue.
Burying her fingers in his hair, she moaned. “That feels so good.”
Leaning into her, he urged her back against the pillows.
Dana shifted her legs restlessly as he transferred his attention to her other breast, laving and sucking and nipping. The ache within her grew, rapidly becoming unbearable. She wanted him to lower his body to hers, wanted to feel all of that delicious weight pressing down on her as he plunged inside. But Aidan had other ideas.
Abandoning her breasts, he kissed a path down her stomach, dipped his tongue in her navel, then moved on.
Excitement built.
His warm breath brushed her clit just before he lowered his head and delivered a long, slow lick. A throaty sound of desire, unlike any she had ever made before, escaped her as she fisted her hands in his hair.
Another lick followed, then another and another, ratcheting up her need. He closed his lips around the sensitive nub, flicking it with his tongue. That oh so wicked tongue. She arched against him, breath shortening, muscles tightening as the pleasure built and built until she threw back her head and cried out as an orgasm swept through her. Ripples of pleasure rocked her, going on and on and on as Aidan continued to work her with his mouth. And just as the tingles were fading, he did something preternaturally fast that sent a second orgasm careening through her.
Dana cried out in surprise as ecstasy whipped through her anew.
At last she collapsed against the pillows, her breath coming in quick gasps.
Aidan kissed his way up Dana’s lovely form, wanting her so badly he nearly shook with it. His heart raced. His pulse pounded in his ears. And he was so hard for her he didn’t think he could wait much longer to be inside her. She was so beautiful. So passionate. Her taste titillated him. Her scent intoxicated him.
Her breath emerged in short pants as he pressed kisses to her delicate rib cage and caressed her breasts.
Reaching up, she cupped his face in her hands. How he loved that, those small soft hands stroking his rough cheeks as her eyes met and held his.
Aidan settled himself between her thighs, his cock teasing her slick entrance.
Dana leaned up and delivered a long, slow kiss. “Now you,” she murmured with a siren’s smile.
Sliding her hands down his neck, she smoothed them across his shoulders then fondled her way to his chest. Her fingers brushed his nipples, toyed with them, pinched them as she rolled her hips.
Never had he wanted a woman more.
She burned a path down his stomach with one small hand and curled her fingers around his erection. “I want to taste you,” she whispered.
The image of her kneeling before him and taking his cock in her mouth damned near sundered his tenuous hold on control. “Taste me later,” he ground out. “I need to be inside you.” He sucked in a breath when her fingers tightened around him, her thumb circling the sensitive crown. “I want to feel you clamp down around me and squeeze me tight when you come for me again,” he told her, every muscle tense.
Her face flushed with renewed desire as her throat moved in a swallow. “I can go with that.”
Aidan laughed. And realized he had never laughed during sex before.
But all humor faded once she guided him to her entrance.
His eyes met and held hers as he slid inside. So warm. And wet. And tight.
She slid her arms around him as he buried himself to the hilt. “So good,” she moaned.
Drawing back, he plunged inside again. And again. Driving into her with deep, hard, powerful strokes, angling his body to bring her the most pleasure.
Dana lowered her hands to his ass, her nails digging in as she urged him on, her breath coming in gasps as she arched up to meet him thrust for thrust. “Harder,” she begged.