She climbed off him to obey. He stood, and his mouth went dry at the sight she offered. With her knees parted and the arch in her spine, he could actually see how wet she was. “You liked sucking my cock.” He shifted onto the bed, easing up behind her.
“So much so that I’m going to do it again at the earliest available opportunity.”
He chuckled. “I can’t argue with that.”
“Really? Because I thought I was going to have to follow through on my threat to tie you down to just get you to let me do it.” She hissed out a breath as he palmed her pussy. “You’re very cagey.”
“Are you into bondage, bright eyes?” He slipped one finger into her and, satisfied that she was more than ready, he brought his cock to her entrance. Aiden gripped her hips and worked into her with short, controlled thrusts, until he was sheathed to the hilt.
Charlie moaned. “I’m a control freak.”
“I noticed.” He’d also noticed that she enjoyed their games as much as he did. He pressed his hand against the small of her back and slid it up her spine, guiding her down until the top half of her body was flush against the bed. The position left her ass in the air and allowed him deeper yet.
Satisfied she would stay there, he pulled almost all the way out and then thrust deep. Charlie cried out. “Harder, Aiden!”
This time, he obeyed. Aiden followed her muffled commands, fucking her just the way she needed. She thrust back to meet every stroke. He wanted to maintain this feeling of perfection all night long, but Charlie felt too good. “Touch yourself,” he demanded.
She snaked one hand beneath herself, and her pussy clamped tight around him in response. He kept up the angle that had her writhing on the bed, holding tight onto his control and keeping his own orgasm at bay. She didn’t make him wait long. Charlie cried out his name over and over again, her shrieks barely muffled by the comforter.
It was too much. Aiden couldn’t hold out any longer. He tightened his grip on her hips and drove into her, chasing the pleasure her body offered him. He came with a curse, and it was like every muscle in his body dissipated.
He collapsed half on top of her. “Fuck, Charlie.”
“You just did.”
Aiden laughed hoarsely and gave her ass a light smack. “Mouthy.”
“Every damn day.” She rolled to face him and tucked in against his chest. When apparently that wasn’t close enough, she draped one long leg over his hip and hugged him. “I needed that.”
“Me too.” He held her close. The soft cadence of herbreathing washed over him, erasing the last of his lingering unease. Tonight had been a closer call than he wanted to admit, which was bad enough.
Putting Charlie in that position despite her questioning the wisdom of it was inexcusable. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”
“You had it under control.”
Not nearly as under control as he would have liked. He kissed the top of her head. “Next time your gut says it’s a bad situation, we’re out. No questions asked.”
She tensed. “That’s ridiculous.”
What the hell?He couldn’t see her face to gauge where her head was at, but her response didn’t make a damn bit of sense. “There’s nothing ridiculous about it. You knew it was a bad call. I didn’t listen to you, and we almost got into a conflict we might not have walked out of.”
“That was just common sense. You can’t trust my gut.Ican’t trust my gut.”
Ah.Aiden forced his body to relax and waited for the tension to bleed out of his tone. “You couldn’t have known the other cops would turn on you.”
She jerked back from him. “I donotwant to talk about it.”
“Charlie.” He let her go, because the alternative was to wrestle her to a standstill, but it made his chest ache to watch the distance between them open up. “You have to face it at some point. You couldn’t have known.”
“One, I don’t need the therapy session. Two, stop trying to distract yourself from your mistake by focusing on me. Three, fuck off.” She scrubbed a hand over her face. “Shit. Fuck. Goddamn it. NowI’msorry. That was out of line. But the point stands—my past is off-limits. Respect it or this ends now.”
Her obvious pain made him want to press her, but there was shit he didn’t want ripped open. And she was right—he’d latched on to her past to avoid thinking too hard about his present.
Aiden held out a hand. “Come back to me.”
“Not until you agree.”
He sighed. “I won’t talk about it tonight.”
