Every inch of him visible.
While she stared in shock and admiration, trying to take in everything at once, from his broad shoulders to the ridged muscles of his abs—which, by the way, she wanted to lick—she forgot herself.
Until, that is, he sprawled out on his back on the bed and pulled her over to straddle him. “Watch yourself,” he said. “Don’t do anything to pull on your cuts.”
What cuts? she thought, dazed. Aroused.
Pressing openmouthed kisses along her throat, he unzipped her dress.
“Uh-oh,” she whispered, holding her dress to her as she remembered.
“What?”
She felt herself flush. “I’m not wearing panties. They weren’t in my closet where I got dressed so—”
He grinned. “You’re commando.”
“Yes.”
“I love commando,” he said, and then tugged the dress over her head with a gentleness that she knew was in reverence of her injuries even as he somehow also moved with absolute steely unwavering determination.
“Um.” She started to cover herself. “The light—”
“God,” he murmured huskily, holding her hands out, away from her body. “You’re so beautiful, Lily.”
She looked into his warm, soft brown eyes, saw he absolutely meant it, and … melted. Or maybe that was his hands making her melt as they cupped her breasts, then headed south as he slid one between her spread legs.
“Oh,” she breathed, and then her hands were busy, too, trying to touch every part of him she could reach, and with him beneath her, sprawled out for her touching pleasure, she didn’t hold back, wanting all of him. Every single inch.
And he had a lot of really great inches.
He said her name again, his voice low and rough, and then he very carefully rolled her beneath him and slid her hands above her head, pinning them lightly to the mattress.
He looked down at her as she squirmed. “Right where I want you,” he said.
She squirmed some more, but not in nerves now. More like she couldn’t not move. She needed him to touch, needed the feel of his mouth and hands on her. “Aidan—”
Lowering his head, he let his mouth brush over hers, hovering just enough to tease. She tried tugging her hands free, but he resisted with one of those wicked badass smiles tugging at the corner of his lips, nibbling her lower lip, sucking on it, running the tip of his tongue over it lightly.
Which had her ache intensifying. “Aidan.”
Letting go of her hands, he slid down her body. His eyes were darkened and focused on her. “I want to taste you.”
“I—”
He started with her breasts, teasing her nipples before sliding down farther, kissing her sore ribs, then low on her quivering belly.
She opened her mouth to say God knew what, but he pressed his mouth to her hipbone and sucked in a breath.
He looked up at her, eyes hooded, before dropping his attention back to her body spread out beneath him. “Perfect,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle over the skin just beneath her belly button. And then lower, over the core of her.
She bucked against his hand and he did it again, the motion too light so she thrust harder.
He resisted the pressure and eased back.
“That’s just mean,” she gasped.
With a smile that promised all sorts of naughty pleasures, he lowered his head and brushed the stubble of his jaw over her inner thighs.
“Oh,” she breathed softly, going utterly still. “Oh, please.”
“Patience,” he murmured against her, the rumble of his voice sending another wave of pleasure through her as, with a featherlight touch, he rubbed the pad of his thumb right over ground zero.
She cried out and arched up, desperate to have him do it again, but he just held her down as his thumb rasped over her slowly, each stroke pure torture, lazily manipulating her into a panting frenzy. “Aidan!”
“More?” he asked politely.
“Yes!”
He slid a finger into her and then another, and she just about came undone.
Then he replaced his fingers with his lips, gently sucking her into his hot mouth, and her every single muscle clenched as she rocked up and came hard. He slowed but didn’t stop, drawing out the intensity for longer than she could have imagined possible. When he finally released her, he pushed up with his hands and met her gaze, his own blazing. “You liked that.”
She had to unpeel her fingers from the sheet beneath her. “A little bit,” she admitted and thrilled to his rough laugh.
And she wasn’t the only one who’d liked that. Aidan’s body practically vibrated with tension now, some areas more than others. Reversing their positions, she slid down the bed and wrapped her hand around one of his parts in particular, the one quickly becoming her very favorite part.