He pushes me back onto the bed and as I land, the soft mattress bounces beneath me.
He grins, then covers my body with his. His lips meet mine, then his tongue is exploring my mouth, leaving me breathless. Impatient, I move beneath him. He grabs my hands and clasps them together over my head, holding them in place so I can’t move. He lowers his head to my breasts, rolling his tongue around one peaked nipple then the other.
His tongue is delicious torture. “Aidan…”
“Hmmm.” He lifts his eyes to mine, his tongue still teasing my nipple. “Your breasts,” he says with a crooning softness in his voice. “So perfect.” He licks the soft curve around a swollen nipple, and I sigh.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll come from you playing with my breasts.”
He laughs. “I can live with that.”
I wriggle under him. “I don’t think I have the patience.”
Ignoring me, he keeps paying attention to my breasts, only moving lower when my whole body starts to tremble. He releases my hands, kissing his way over my stomach and down to the mound between my legs. He places a soft kiss there, causing a soft fluttering that travels from my core to low in my belly. Then he nudges my legs apart and traces my outer lips with his tongue.
“Aidan…” I’m wet and aching for him. I tangle my fingers in his hair and urge him back up. “I want you inside me.”
One eyebrow quirks, and then he’s surging above me, using one leg to part my thighs. I feel him, hard and insistent, probing at the juncture of my thighs, and then unhurriedly, he slides inside me.
I let out a long moan as he fills me. My lips curve around his name. I take his face in my hands and cover it with kisses, moving my hips in time to his slow, sweet thrusts. He fucks me slowly, teasing me as he rolls his hips, driving me over the edge with a maddening desire.
“I love you,” I whisper, tears stinging at my eyes.
His eyes are dark, but even through my pleasure, I can see that he thinks I’m lying. He surges hard into me and I cry out again, my whole body arching. His lips seize mine, silencing me, while with his body, he pushes me past my limits of pleasure. A delicious heat builds between my legs as he moves faster, each new stroke sending me closer to the edge.
I wrap my legs around him, and pleasure explodes like fireworks in my brain.
“Fuck, Liz.” He groans, his body jerks powerfully, and I feel the warm rush of his climax inside me. He wraps his arms around me, shuddering slightly, the only sound in the room, that of our breaths mingling in the silence.
“You’re mine,” he whispers into my hair. “Wherever you go. You’ll always be mine.”
“Even though you despise me?”
He rolls to his side, facing me. “I don’t despise you.”
I shrug and settle in his arms. “Where did you go?” I ask after a while
. “Your cabin?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I sold that a while ago.”
“Oh.” I study his face. “You also got a new apartment,” I say softly. “You wanted to forget me very badly.”
He looks sad. “Do you blame me?”
“No, I tried to forget too.”
He’s quiet. “I went to Windbreakers. I planned to bury myself in a few drinks, but my family has a way of showing up and pulling me out of my misery.”
“You’re lucky to have them.”
“I know.”
We’re both quiet. He strokes my hair, and the intimacy of the moment belies everything we are, a temporary couple, nothing more.
You can stay with him, a voice whispers in my head. Stay for as long as he’ll have you until he starts to resent you again.
It’s shameful how tempting it is. How little I would settle for, just to be with him.