He didn’t seem to mind as he crawled on the blanket toward her, moving with a sleekness that told her exactly how strong and capable he was.
She shuddered as he covered her body with his, caging her in with his arms. His breathing was harsh as he stared down at her. Lust shone in his dark eyes so clearly it stole her breath.
Hungrily, she reached for him, stroking over his chest and arms, desperate to explore every inch of his muscular, toned body.
“This thing I feel for you…I’ve never felt like this about anyone, Tegan.” The words came out guttural.
The truth of his words rocketed through her. She felt the same way but couldn’t find her voice, could barely think straight. She didn’t trust her voice anyway. Though the truth was part of her was afraid this would all be ripped away from her. That he was too good to be true. She’d been on the run, alone for so long, she was terrified that she wanted him too much. And because she did, she’d lose him. As if the universe were just waiting to kick her one more time. To give her everything she wanted, then take it away.
For now, she shoved that fear aside and focused on the here and now. On him. Reaching between their bodies, she wrapped her fingers around his hard length. He pulsed in her grip, his hips rolling into her hold.
She stroked him slowly, holding tight like she’d discovered he liked last night. That one time with him wasn’t enough—it barely counted in her book. She needed all of him so badly she was trembling with the need. It had been over two years for her, something she’d confessed to him last night when they’d been lying on his couches, with Dillon fast asleep. It had just been the two of them awake, talking.
He’d admitted it had been way longer for him. As in, since his ex. So while she was desperate for him, she was also a little nervous. It felt like a big deal to be his first since—
He crushed his mouth to hers, splintering those stupid worries and scattering them to the wind as he took over.
As he flicked his tongue against hers, he reached between their bodies and grasped her wrist, tugging her hand from his cock.
She started to protest until he guided both her hands above her head, stretching her out fully underneath him. She loved the feel of being pinned beneath him as he held her wrists in place.
Arching into him, she moaned into his mouth and wrapped her legs around him. The feel of her breasts against his chest, his cock against her stomach, the skin-to-skin contact, made her feel alive.
“I want to touch you everywhere,” he murmured against her lips, his mouth still skating against hers.
She rolled her hips against him in response. How was he even talking, thinking? Her inner walls ached, needing to be filled by him.
He nibbled a slow path along her jaw, reaching between their bodies with his free hand and cupping one of her breasts. “I thought about this so many damn times,” he rasped out. “Every time I saw you in the shop, every time you made a smartass comment. All I could think about was this.”
“Yeah?” She wanted to know what his fantasies were, but couldn’t force the question out.
“I thought about bending you over one of the display cases, pushing into you from behind.” He tweaked a nipple, rolling it between his fingers in a sensual move.
Combined with his words, heat flooded between her thighs. “Do it now. Bend me over.”
He stilled, lifting his head slightly to look at her. She squeezed her legs once around his waist then let go, letting them fall to the soft blanket.
He shoved up on his arms, still caging her in with that huge, sexy body. He looked a little uncertain, as if he wasn’t sure this was what she wanted. How could he ever doubt?
Wordlessly, she rolled over and moved onto her stomach. Before she could push up, he wrapped an arm around her middle and tugged her to her knees and back against him. His cock was hard against her behind.
She clenched her fingers into the blanket as he smoothed a hand over her ass.
“You are fucking perfection,” he murmured. He tested her slickness with a finger before pushing inside her so slowly, making her crazy.
His thick length pushed deeper, deeper, until a moan tore free from her throat. “God, Aaron.” There were no words left.
She felt consumed by him. For so many years she’d been on the run, moving from place to place, looking over her shoulder and waiting to get a bullet in the head. Now it was as if she’d been running straight for Aaron and hadn’t even known it. She was still scared that things wouldn’t work out, but she couldn’t be a coward any longer and not take a chance on him.
On them.
She knew this kind of connection was rare, that what they could have was special. And she’d be the worst kind of coward if she ran from him.