Oh God, those gorgeous specks of color are everywhere and I plan to taste every, fucking, one.
I pull her lips back to mine and absorb the feeling of her bare breasts pressed against me. My heart hammers against my ribs and I have a brief moment of insecurity wondering if she can feel how affected I am by her touch.
Even if we’re using each other as a distraction, what a sweet fucking distraction this is.
I cup her ass, grinding against her and wanting so badly to feel her completely naked and bared to me. Her body is soft and round in all the right places and all my blood rushes between my legs until I’m painfully aroused.
She rolls her hips against me, the motion so erotic it makes me light-headed. A soft whimper vibrates up from her throat.
“You good, baby?” I whisper against her lips.
“No.”
What? I pull back to see her face only to find her eyelids heavy and her mouth curved up into a seductive grin.
“I want more.”
Sweetest words I’ve ever heard.
SAWYER
I can’t believe how bold I’m being. But I can’t help but feel like Aden’s holding us back.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate him thinking I need to take things slowly, I do. And this is without a doubt the hottest make-out session I’ve ever had and probably, I’d venture to guess, in the history of the world, but it’s starting to feel like the world’s worst tease.
My skin is practically vibrating, my body aching, and my legs falling open just to get him closer to me.
I reach down and rub him over his jeans and groan when I feel just how much he wants me too. I pop the buttons of his fly and he must take that as an open invitation to do the same to mine. My jeans are tight, but he manages to slide his big hand between my legs just as I grip him over his boxers.
Our breath mingles as we pant in unison while stroking each other.
“I’m not the type of man who begs.” He hisses through his teeth when I grip him tighter. “But I’m begging, please, let me fuck you.”
His dirty mouth has me clenching down around his fingers. “Aden . . .”
“I can feel you want it as bad as I do, freckles. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“I can’t.”
With a growl he flips us so he’s holding himself over me. Pushing up to his knees, I lose his hand, but keep my grip on him. His abs contract with every pump of my fist as he watches me pleasure him.
Mark and I always made love in the dark under the sheets. After our faces were washed and our teeth were brushed, and after the evening news. It was like clockwork. Safe. Predictable. Everything I thought I needed. I’ve never been with someone like Aden, someone so overtly sexual and open about wanting to see everything that happens between us. It’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever experienced.
“You like to watch.”
His eyes slide from the vee of his open fly, up my bare torso, dance between my less than impressive breasts, my lips, then he stares me in the eyes. “I like watching with you.”
“Why?”
He bites his bottom lip while toying with my nipples. “Mmm . . . ’cause I don’t ever want to forget a single detail. Don’t even like closing my eyes when I kiss you.”
“You’re sweet.”
“I’m not.” He leans over me and flicks my breasts with his tongue, making me arch off the bed. “You’re sweet. So fucking sweet.”
He shifts off me to stand at the end of the bed. With a little help from me, he manages to peel my jeans off until I’m lying completely naked and exposed. His eyes devour me while he fishes in his back pocket and pulls out a condom. He drops his jeans and kicks them off, then hands me the foil packet. “I want to watch you roll it on. Nice and slow.”
I scramble to my knees and do exactly what he asked, thinking I’d never found condoms the least bit sexy before, but somehow Aden makes protection placement feel like foreplay.
The room is quiet except for the sound of our eager breaths and the occasional moan as I slide the condom over him. Being this close I start to wonder what he’d taste like there and craving the salty—
I’m pushed back to the bed and he follows me down.
“You lickin’ those lips while staring at my dick is going to make it impossible for me to go slow.”
“I don’t want to go slow.”
He pulls back and now it’s his turn to smile in a devilish way that has all my insides clenching. “You’re a constant surprise, you know that?”
“Yeah.” Because damn, I’m surprising myself!
With that one word he pushes between my legs and enters me with the care and consideration of a tender lover.
“You good?” He kisses me softly and rests his forehead against mine.
I nod frantically. “Are you?”
He laughs and starts to move, picking up his pace with every deep, consuming thrust. “Better than ever.”
Our bodies move in unison, as if they were designed to work together for the simple act of bringing the other immeasurable pleasure. What I think will be rough and animalistic ends up being sensual. He worships me with touch and whispered words while we move together in perfect rhythm. Like some sexual shaman he manages to arouse not only my body but my mind and soul. Electrified with sensation he grips my hair tightly at the roots, awakening every nerve. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Aden . . . I don’t . . . I can’t hang on—”
“Shhh . . .” He licks at the seam of my lips. “Don’t hang on. Let go.”
I bite my lip to keep quiet as my back arches off the bed. My nails dig into Aden’s shoulders as what feels like a thousand stars explode beneath my skin. He falls forward and groans into my neck. His body crushes mine in a delicious weight that keeps me grounded while the aftershocks of my release threaten to send me sailing.
After a few minutes of what seems like synchronized breathing he pushes up, presses a kiss to the tip of my nose, and peels himself off me to go to the bathroom.
I stare at the bamboo fan spinning above the bed, following one blade with my eye and hoping that doing so will manage to untangle my thoughts.
I just slept with a virtual stranger.
Someone I’m not in a serious relationship with.
Someone I know nothing about.
Why do I feel so good? My heart is still racing, my thigh muscles tingling with exertion, and this stupid grin on my face won’t go away no matter how many times I try to force it.
“You look happy.” His voice sounds just seconds before the bed dips and the heat of his body hits mine as he gathers me to his side.
“Happy is an understatement.” My grin widens and I’m glad my cheek is pressed to Aden’s chest so he can’t see it.
“I hear that.” He yawns and turns the light off.