He traces a finger along my shoulder and down my arm, tugging at the fabric of my sweatshirt. “I want this off.”
I remove it, leaving just my cropped cami beneath, having forgotten to put on a bra. He plucks the strap of my tank top, and it pops against my skin with a surprisingly pleasurable sting.
Aidan’s large hand slides down my rib cage and slips beneath the fabric. He journeys back up my torso, over my stomach. My breath hitches just as his thumb grazes the underside of my breast, then he cups me fully. He rubs slow circles over my peaked nipple.
My body seems to be enjoying the slow, intimate focus he’s giving me, but my brain is not. It’s too intimate, and I feel extremely exposed.
Aidan takes a seat on the couch.
“If you’re looking for a lap dance,” I say mockingly, “I’m not coordinated enough to do that.”
He laughs quietly, and the sound restores my confidence. His arms are spread wide along the back of the couch, his legs spread. He looks perfectly at ease as he continues to take me in with those cold, piercing gray eyes.
It feels like he has the power to x-ray my body and look straight to my bones.
Aidan nods to my jeans, indicating I should remove them next, so I do. They’re my best pair, and I’m glad I made the last second decision to grab them off the floor of my bedroom. I take as much time as my fumbling fingers will allow. It’s not graceful, but I extricate my legs from the fabric with little difficulty. I’m left in just a pair of red panties, something I didn’t even plan.
Aidan licks his lips at the sight of them. His pants are slung low on his hips, and with the buttons undone, I have a clear view of how quickly his erection has been growing.
As he continues to study me, I wonder if there’s a visible wet spot on my panties. The way he was touching me caused a surge of slick heat to pool there. It feels sticky, and I’m almost certain he can smell me.
He scoots to the edge of the couch, reaching for my ass and yanking me closer. My pussy is flush with his face as he presses his forehead against my stomach. He claws his fingers into the band of my underwear and slides them down my thighs and over my knees where they land in a pile at my ankles. I step out of them awkwardly, all while Aidan’s forehead remains pinned to my abdomen.
I feel himhumagainst my skin as he inhales deeply. “You smell sublime.”
Chapter Ten
AIDAN
I’m mere inches from feasting upon the most intoxicating woman of my life. Her allure is truly like the most illicit drug, crafted exclusively for me. My heart is beating like a war drum, and I can feel the blood in my veins pumping entirely too quickly. I must calm myself, no matter how desperately I wish to devour the magnificent creature in front of me.
Now that she’s offered herself to me, I can have her in all the ways I’ve envisioned since our tryst last week. Merely watching her spiral from my fingers was not enough to satiate the hunger she elicited. I need to seat myself inside her, claim her from every position. I need to taste her on my tongue.
That will come first.
I grip Joanna’s hips firmly, urging her to remain still. The height of the couch allows me to sit perfectly where I need to be. Her core is glistening from arousal, and the smell is driving me to a primal state I’ve never experienced before. Sex with other vampires can be carnal and messy, but I’ve never once felt as desperate as I do right now.
Joanna Shepherd is turning me into an animal.
I lick a straight line along her heat. She whimpers and one of her knees buckles, but I maintain my grip on her hips. It’s my first taste, and I’m nowhere near satisfied. I lick her again, this time trailing my tongue up to her belly button. She rests her hands on my shoulders and squeezes.
“Hold on as tight as you need, my little fly.”
Between heavy breaths, she says, “Please don’t refer to me as an insect while you’re licking my pussy.”
I snort and squeeze her ass. “Does it not please you? What shall I call you then?Ma fraise? You’re as sweet as one.”
Goosebumps raise along her skin, and I kiss every inch I can reach, starting with where her hip meets her thigh. I come back to her lower stomach and nip lightly at the flesh before me, in turn causing Joanna’s nails to dig into my shoulder blades.
“Are you planning to drag this out?” She’s squirming, just as I want her to.
“You praised my ability to satisfy you, did you not?” My thumb moves to her clit and presses against it. “But you only experienced an ounce of what I can give you. Don’t rush me.”
She lets out a short moan, cutting it off before letting me know just how intensely she’s reacting to my touch. “I never said anything about praise,” she says haughtily between heavy breaths.
This woman truly does not know how to relax. There’s a part of me that wants to understand why, but that would require crossing the emotional boundary we’ve set.
I place my hand against her inner thigh and shift one leg further from the other. With more room to play, I pull her flush against my face and get to work.
