He presses his ear to my throat. “I can hear your heart beating.”
Alright, maybe it’spreciselymy taste. Otherwise, why am I suddenly aching between my thighs?
I fake a laugh. “There’s that special talent I was looking for.”
His hand hesitantly glides across my shoulder blades as if seeking permission, so I give it, leaning in to his touch. He moves my hair over my shoulder, running his fingers through the stands. I feel goosebumps rising along my skin at the sensation; I just wish my hair wasn’t a damp mess right now.
He presses closer to me. There’s a newly charged energy in the air now that he's gotten a good whiff, and I can’t stop thinking I might not be leaving this house tonight.
Somehow, I don’t feel threatened by that idea. I want to stay. It’s his pure attention to me. It’s been so long since I was touched like this. Focused on. It reminds me just how lonely I’ve been, and I swear I feel that same loneliness creeping from him as well.
I’m not sure if it’s another type of vampire trick he’s playing on me, but I catch myself backing into his sturdy form. He’s all muscle and tight skin, and the way he’s making me feel right now is more akin to life than death. Shivers race down my spine, both from attraction and the chilled temperature of his skin.
Aidan groans quietly in the back of his throat as I press myself harder against his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. If I was unsure of his motives before, I most certainly know now. His right hand finds my waist as the left continues to stroke my hair lightly, combing through the tangled pieces. He outlines the shape of me, from the top of my thigh to the underside of my breasts that are free beneath his T-shirt. One finger brushes over my peaked nipple and I shudder. It’s electrifying what he's doing to me, and yet he’s doing the bare minimum. This slow, erotic dance we’re doing is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced. The act of sex itself has never even been this intimate with another person before.
I feel my head spin as he grips my shoulder to hold me while his other hand slides down my stomach and stops at the top of my waistband. The joggers I’ve borrowed are easily accessible, given there are no pesky buttons or zippers in the way, so it would take little effort on his part to venture just the tiniest bit lower. I’m so wet I can feel myself leaking onto the fabric of Aidan’s sweatpants. If only he would make that next move. Allhe would have to do is touch me, and I could find release from the intense ache in my core.
“Is this what you want?” he whispers seductively against my earlobe, so close I can feel the brush of his lips. His hand goes to my neck and tilts it slightly.
I’m reduced to another shudder. He’s made me a ball of exposed nerves, and it’s hard to use my other senses when touch is so heightened.
I nod my head.
“I didn’t hear anything. Tell me what you want, Joanna.”
My name on his tongue is like an aged wine. It's a crystal clear stereo playing my favorite song. I want to tell him what I want. I need to. But the smarter part of my brain says something else instead. “Are you offering a one-night stand to me, Aidan?”
I feel the desired effect my using his name has on him. He spins me around so we’re face to face. His steel grey eyes pierce through my attempt at a poker face. I didn’t want him to see how aroused I am, but I can feel the heat searing off my cheeks and my gaze is now lost in his.
“Is that whatyouwant?”
He’s asked me three times now, so that tells me he doesn’t view this as an estranged hookup. He wants to make sure I enjoy this. Whether it’s one night only or the first of many, he doesn’t intend to ignore my needs.
This only makes me more wet. “Yes.”
After receiving verbal confirmation, his eyes drop to my mouth. I suck in my bottom lip nervously, and he lunges for me, not giving me any time to hesitate. His mouth devours mine with languid strokes of his tongue. It’s no different from the way he used his hands, slow and teasing, and it’s driving me crazy. I want him to ravish me, despite how successful this methodical method has proven to be.
It feels like he’s holding back a little, not sure of how far I want this to go, so I make it very clear by taking off the T-shirt he lent me so I’m in nothing but the joggers and my heels.
With my breasts on full display, he takes the liberty of placing his hands over them both, using his thumbs to stroke the skin around each nipple. He leans forward and presses his nose into the base of my throat. He inhales deeply, and I can tell my scent has only gotten stronger, no doubt due to my arousal for him.
At some other time, I will try to remember to ask him how blood smells. But right now, I can only focus on how cold his hands are. My nipples are as sharp as glass as he takes one between his teeth.
I gasp and arch my body closer to his. He’s backed us closer to the living room now, so I reach behind me for any piece of furniture I can feel. I find the arm of that throne-like chair and plant my ass right on the edge. This doesn’t halt his ministrations. Aidan moves seamlessly from one nipple to the other without taking a breath.Do vampires need to breathe?It doesn’t feel like it, because he’s sucking on my breasts as if they have oxygen to spare.
I’m still not satisfied with how slow he’s moving. I need more of him. I want to feel the pressure of his body on mine. I reach for his dress-shirt with shaky hands, hoping to coax him along, unbuttoning the first few buttons before he takes a step back, giving me the opposite of what I need. I barely manage to contain my groan from losing his mouth on my body. But he’s not done with me. He drinks me in, and I see the ideas circling his mind of all the things he wishes to do with me. But of course, my tendency to end awkward silences comes in full force.
“Already bored with me?” I joke.
His brows narrow, but he moves closer. His fingers nimbly reach for the waistband of the pants I’m wearing, but I don’t lift my hips to allow him to slide them off.
“Are you planning to bite me? Because, if you are, I think that’s something else I should give consent for.”
He frowns. “I don’t bite my sexual partners.”
“Never? Not even the ones you love?”
“Is this truly what you wish to discuss right now?”
