“I’m pretty sure he did.”
I knew he meant it. That was the scary part. I knew he meant every word he said and it turned me on. I was sore as hell from the day before but still couldn’t deny my body already getting warm and the flutters in my stomach at his possessiveness. I abruptly turned when I saw the shock on Michelle’s face as she stared at me.
“You’re enjoying it as much as he is. You two are peas in a pod.”
I lowered my lashes, smirking. “Don’t act like you don’t get off on it when Carter’s all jealous and badass. I’ve seen the looks between you twoandlet’s not forget that little bun in the oven,” I whispered the last part near her ear.
Michelle giggled. “Carter’s not as bad as your husband.”
“He’s not too far off, either,” I retorted.
Michelle shrugged and gave me a sideways glance.
Thankfully, a few minutes later, Deborah and Robert Townsend were ushering all the guests into the dining area. We sat down to a lovely four course meal that consisted of a mixed green salad, seafood gumbo, a choice of crawfish étouffée or filet mignon as the entrée, and white chocolate bread pudding with a brandy sauce for dessert. By the time I’d finished my entree I was stuffed. There was no room for dessert. I sat back and observed the table around us. Michelle sat to my left, while Aaron sat at my right, closest to his father who sat at the head of the table. Though his attention was on the conversation he held with his father and two other man, his left hand rested firmly on my right thigh. It’d been there since we’d sat down to eat.
I watched his beautiful profile and was reminded of that very first dinner where we’d met. I was so young and hadn’t realized what was happening back then. I just knew that I was finally understanding a little bit of what I’d read about in those Danielle Steele novels I borrowed from the library when Ms. Ryan wasn’t paying attention. A smile crested over my face, at the same time I caught Aaron’s eye. Even the perma-scowl he wore turned me on. My nipples hardened and I thought to loosen the scarf I wore around my neck to cover my breasts, but then I remembered the marks on my neck. They would be exposed. He’d done it on purpose I was sure, staking his claim to the world. Marking his territory, as if the huge diamond and wedding band I wore weren’t enough.
My hand covered his on my thigh and his hold tightened. I sat up to get closer to his ear.
“We should leave soon,” I whispered seductively, biting my lower lip.
He gave a small shake of his head. “You’re too sore.”
I moved close to his ear again. “But my mouth isn’t.” I pulled back in time to see his eyes darken in that special way that always caused a flood in my panties.
“Ten minutes,” he growled, his face just inches from mine.
I held in my giggle and turned my head across the table to see Joshua staring between us. He smirked and winked when his eyes landed on me, then turned his attention to the man sitting next to him.
Somehow, despite everyone still being engrossed in their dinner discussions, Aaron was practically pushing me out of the door, less than ten minutes later. He’d also had his mother agree on keeping the children an extra night, and drop them off at school the following morning. I’m sure it wasn’t a hard sell. I barely had time to say my good-byes to Michelle, let alone anyone else. By the time the driver closed the door to the town car, Aaron was all over me.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Patience
We stumbled through our bedroom door, Aaron’s arm tightly banded around my waist. His teeth ran down my neck, the scarf I’d worn long ago discarded somewhere between the car and the bottom of the stairs. I shivered when he bit my sensitized skin and then sucked it into his mouth, easing the sting. He repeated that move over and over again as his hand went to the back zipper of my dress, pulling it down. I was grateful he hadn’t yanked it off, tearing it, but I spoke too soon. Once the zipper was completely undone he tore at the sides of the dress in a hurry to completely remove it from my body.
“Don’t rip it!” I admonished.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he growled just before I heard the tearing of fabric.
I wasn’t given time to reprimand him again when I was spun around and the lace panties I wore were also ripped to shreds. A strong hand at my back forced me to bend over at the waist. His hands covered my wrists.
“Hands on the bed,” he ordered. His hands went to the rounded globes of my ass, squeezing and pulling them apart.
I threw my head back, moaning loudly when I felt his hot tongue outline my tight hole. He kicked my legs farther apart, exposing even more of me to him in this vulnerable position. His tongue moved lower, until his entire mouth covered my sex. He ate at my cat like a man starving. He moaned into my pussy, the sounds sending little tingles through my core. My legs began trembling, and my arm muscles strained to hold me up. My toes curled into the carpeted floor and I lifted my head, belting out my husband’s name as I came, coating his face with my essence.
I fought to regain control of my breathing. I turned just in time to see Aaron, still fully dressed, undoing his belt buckle. My hands went to his, pushing them aside. I’d said my mouth wasn’t sore and I’d meant it. I wanted to deliver the same pleasure he’d just given me. I reached inside of his pants and wrapped my hand around his burgeoning erection. My fingers couldn’t even wrap around it in its entirety. I pushed his pants to the floor with my other hand, and sank to my knees in front of him. I kept my eyes on him because that was how he liked it. He loved watching me pleasure him and he wanted me to see it. I remembered since the first time he’d shown me. He’d been the only man I performed this act on.
I used my tongue to run a ring around the tip and then down the underside of his dick. I tasted the tangy, sweet drop of precum that emerged from the tip, swallowing it. Aaron’s frown deepened. I smiled at his growing impatience. One hand went to the base of his cock while the other went to my throat. He held it to my lips.
“Open.”
My mouth fell open and he wasted no time pushing in. I let my teeth lightly graze the top of him and I felt a zing of satisfaction at the hiss that came from his throat. I pushed his hand from the base of his erection, wanting it all to myself. I bobbed my head up and down, working to take more and more of him. He moved his hands from my throat and cock to my face, both of them now cupping my cheeks. His hips began pushing in and out, as he held my head in place. Per usual, Aaron took over, fucking my face.
“Take all of me,” he growled when I gagged.
My vision began to blur from the tears that were beginning to emerge. I moved my hands to his hips, attempting to slow his pace down.
