I take a deep breath, waiting as she takes the few steps to where I’m standing.
“Don’t leave like you don’t know how much I need you.”
I breathe in her scent, intoxicated by her.
For how long, Liz? How long will you need me?
“Don’t leave,” she says again, then holding my gaze, she shrugs off her robe. Underneath, her skin is smooth, and I recall how it feels to my touch, like the softest silk. Wordlessly, I let my fingers trail over her shoulders, feeling her tremble at my touch.
My Liz.
I cover her lips with mine and her breath escapes in a low moan.
I will never get enough of her. I know that now, more than I know my own name.
“I need you,” she whispers.
“And I need you.” I let her see the truth in my eyes. “I need you more than I need to breathe.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and lifts her face up to mine.
And I’m lost.
Chapter Thirty
Liz
Aidan carries me over to the small couch that sits along a wall in my dressing room and lowers me onto the soft cushions. When I reach for him, he pats my hands away and covers my body with his, his weight supported by his strong arms.
I look up at him in wonder, almost unable to believe that he’s here with me. He looks down at me, incredible in his beauty. Arousal surges through me. He’s like an aphrodisiac, and he owns my body, every inch of it.
He slides his lips over mine, probing gently with his tongue and then surging inside my mouth. I give myself to him, hungry for the taste of his lips, the feel of his tongue against mine.
He trails a kiss down from my lips and along my body until his head is between my legs. Hungrily, as if he can’t wait to taste me, he spreads my thighs and covers me with his lips and tongue.
I moan, helpless with pleasure. His tongue flicks around my clit, then starts to explore, soon he’s teasing my trembling slit, pushing his tongue inside me, while using one masterful finger to play with my clit.
I’m weak, unable to do anything except surrender my body to him. He’s skillful and attentive, and he knows exactly how to reduce me to a screaming, shivering mass of pleasure.
I come with a soft cry, my core throbbing as pleasure explodes behind my eyes, and then he’s ripping off his shirt and undoing his pants, teasing me with the hard, rounded head of his cock and the promise of more pleasure.
I thrust my hips forward as he slides inside, taking him so deep inside me, my eyes roll back with the unbelievable sensations.
He starts to move, and I hold on to him, clutching at his shoulders and meeting every thrust as I urge him on. I want all of him, everything he has to offer.
“Don’t stop,” I moan in his ear. “Don’t ever stop.”
“Never.” His chest heaves and my breath hitches. I’m panting, breathless, but I want more, more of him.
He rises to his knees and lifts my legs around his waist. My eyes fix on the bunched muscles of his chest and belly as he makes love to me.
So perfect.
He rolls his hips and plunges deep into me, again and again, until I’m incoherent with pleasure, repeating a garbled version of his name.
In response he thrusts faster, deeper. My body twists as I let go. My vision explodes and I hear his cry as he loses control, spilling himself inside me. He’s still for a moment, holding my legs, breathing hard, then he lets out a deep shudder and lays over me, careful to put his weight on his elbow.
Cupping his face in my hands, I kiss him full on the lips. The last thing I want to think about is Devlin’s brief appearance and the other aspect of my life calling for my attention. “I’ve wished for this moment for so long.”