I don’t hear Jules leave, or the door close behind her. All I know is Aidan’s lips, his tongue, his hands. He tosses off his jacket then unties my robe, sighing as his hands encounter my underwear clad body beneath.
Still kissing me, he lifts me and places me on the edge of my dressing table. One warm hand cups the back of my neck and his finger massage my scalp. “Liz,” he whispers.
“Hmm.” My breasts are aching, and the throbbing need between my legs is driving me close to crazy.
He pulls my robe off my body, letting it fall to the ground in a whisper of silk, then with a flick of his wrist, he undoes my bra before pulling the straps off my shoulders.
“Jesus, Liz.” His face is almost reverent as he cups my breasts in each hand. He draws his thumbs over each nipple, and I suck in a breath.
“I’ve thought about this.” He looks at me and smiles crookedly. “I’ve obsessed, more like, and fantasized.”
I swallow. “I’ve waited a long time. It feels like I’ve been waiting all my life.”
He expels a breath, then lowers his head and draws one nipple into his mouth. His lips feel like heaven. His tongue feels like a sweet, sweet flame. My eyes close, and the throbbing between my legs intensifies. As if he can feel it, one hand finds the band of my panties and slips inside. He slides one finger between my folds and rubs the sensitive nerves of my clit, making my back arch as I cry out in pleasure.
“I want to make this good for you.”
“Aidan,” I sigh, already aroused beyond reason. “I only need you.”
His chest rises, and he gets on his knees, sliding my panties down and tossing them away before pulling me to the very edge of the table and hooking my legs over his shoulders.
Spread out like that, I’m totally exposed to him, but I don’t care. Anticipation renders me immobile as I wait for the first touch of his mouth, and when it comes, my body turns to liquid.
He tastes my clit, then licks me all the way down, pushing his tongue inside me before going back to suck my clit again. I cry out and grip his hair, my breath coming in sharp gasps as he devours me.
It feels so good.
So perfect.
Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
“Oh God! Aidan.”
When I moan his name, he responds by brushing the pad of one finger against my core, teasing the entrance, sliding in, then out until I’m shaking, dripping wet, moaning, crying and begging for more.
My climax takes me unawares. One moment, I’m rolling my hips against his onslaught. The next, I’m almost sliding off the table, moaning his name so loud, I’m sure everybody in the building can hear.
Aidan’s hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he flicks his tongue over my throbbing clit again and again until I’m pushing him away, unable to take anymore. He rises to his feet, still between my legs, and I pull his face to mine, kissing him hungrily and tasting myself on his tongue.
“You’re perfect,” he growls. His lips travel along the curve of my throat, spreading soft kisses that leave me shuddering in pleasure. “So fucking perfect. You’re making me crazy.”
“Show me.” I reach for his zipper, feeling the hard ridge of his erection pressing a
gainst the front of his pants. I stroke my hand down his hard, rigid length and he groans.
“Liz…”
I undo his zipper and lift my face up to his. The hunger in his eyes is scorching, and the force of it makes me whimper. “Don’t even think about stopping.”
With a sound like a growl, he flicks my hand away and frees his cock. My eyes widen at the sight of him, hard and stiff, and I reach for him, unable to stop myself from wanting to touch him.
He doesn’t let me. He pushes my hand away and grabs hold of my thighs, spreading my legs even farther, then cursing under his breath, he reaches into his back pocket and retrieves his wallet, searching for a moment before finding what he’s looking for. A single condom.
I don’t think about why he has it in there, or about all the other women he’s been with. I’m too eager, too hot, too aroused. He rolls the condom on, then meets my eyes.
“You ready?”
I nod, my tongue flicking over my lips in unrestrained anticipation. His fingers trail over my skin, the gentleness at odds with the hunger in his eyes, then gripping my thighs, he hooks my legs around his hips, presses the wide head of his cock against me, and slides slowly inside me.