Tegan watched as Aaron lifted one of her legs and brought her ankle to his mouth. He kept his gaze on hers the entire time as he raked his teeth over a section of skin she’d never thought was sensitive.
But the oh-so-gentle way his teeth grazed her skin sent shivers skating through her. She felt vulnerable, stretched out in just her underwear while he was still fully dressed. She wanted to reach for him, to strip his clothes off so that nothing was between them, but it was clear he was taking charge right now.
And, yeah, it was pretty hot.
Everything about Aaron melted her, right down to the way he listened to her concerns about broadcasting their relationship to his son. She’d met a lot of people during her time on the run and he was truly one of the best men she’d ever known. It was too soon to say the L word, but she knew she was heading that way fast, if she wasn’t there already. Because the deepest part of her trusted him, was connected to him in a way she couldn’t put into words.
He reached her knee, kissing her slowly, following up with his teeth. He had his other hand on her opposite leg, holding her thighs open for him.
On instinct she spread them wider. Heat flooded her core with each kiss, each nip of his talented, wicked mouth. As she remembered what he’d done to her last night, another rush of need filled her. The man made her feel things she’d hadn’t in…ever. He made her feel alive and grounded at the same time.
Everything about him was solid—hers.
She moaned when he crawled higher, reaching her inner thigh. Her legs were trembling as he took his sweet time teasing her.
She slid her fingers through his hair and held onto his head tight, dying for the moment he put his mouth to her folds.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmured, his teeth nipping at one of her most sensitive spots. The soft skin of her inner thigh seemed to have a thousand nerve endings as he focused on it—probably because all she wanted him to do was shove her panties to the side and give her what she needed.
He was clearly enjoying teasing her.
“To come,” she rasped out. With him. She desperately wanted to feel him inside her, for him to find release, too. She loved what they’d shared last night but she needed more and she knew he did as well.
He chuckled against her skin; the sound a little bit wicked. Instead of responding, he teased her soaked panties to the side and barely skimmed his finger along her folds—and nowhere near her clit. “Do better than that.” His words were a bare whisper.
She rolled her hips, needing so much more. “Your mouth on my clit.”
He growled softly, the sound reverberating through her. His tongue flicked out, barely grazing her clit.
“Aaron.” His name tore from her lips.
That was apparently all the motivation he needed because he sucked on her clit, making her jerk against his face. She shouldn’t be this close yet, but she was already on edge just being around him, thinking about what might have happened, and she wanted everything from him. When he fully slid his finger inside her, she grabbed onto his shoulders. Yes, this was what she needed.
The man had learned her body so quickly and she couldn’t wait for him to fill her.
He added another finger and began thrusting inside her, his movements so gentle, so smooth. It was too much and not enough. She didn’t want his fingers. She wanted his cock.
She squeezed his shoulders tight, dragging at his sweater. She needed him naked right freaking now. “Aaron.”
He paused and looked up at her with the gleam of a predator in his gaze. She shivered at the intensity, more than happy to be his prey.
Her hands stilled at the hem of his sweater. “I want to come with you inside me.”
It was like her words set him off. His big body shuddered. Still crouched between her legs, he stripped his sweater off and tossed it behind him.
Her breath caught in her throat as she devoured the sight of him finally bared to her. For months she’d wondered what he had under the dark suit he normally wore to the shop. She wanted to grip his broad shoulders or muscular arms as she rode him. Or hold on tight as he pinned her to the soft blanket by the Christmas tree.
She was surprised to see a tattoo on his left pec, one of an eagle, globe, and anchor, the Marine Corps symbol. The tattoo only made him hotter, something she hadn’t thought possible. He was already off the charts making her crazy.
She continued staring as he shifted slightly and finished stripping, losing his pants and boxers in a few fluid moves.
She’d been lucky enough to hold his cock last night, to stroke him to orgasm, but he’d still been mostly dressed and he’d finished himself off. Seeing him on his knees, that thick length jutting forward, and the tree lights highlighting all his perfection was enough to render her speechless.