I’d read about it. Damn, even the characters I’d played had experienced it.
But me? Nah. As a teenager, I’d been like any teenage bloke and was sex obsessed.
Since then, I’d definitely wanted the women I’d had relationships with, beyond sex. But I’d never felt like I was on the verge of losing control of my senses every time they walked into a room.
Not like with Aria. And I couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t rational.
I wanted her like I’d wanted no one. Wanted to feel her skin against mine, be inside her hot, tight body, needed to kiss every fucking inch of her. All the damn time.
“I didn’t take a jacket,” she huffed as she squeezed the last of the water from her hair. “I was less than thirty seconds from the castle to my car and then just a few seconds from the car to the house and then—oh!” She startled as I hauled her against me, her hands dropping to my shoulders. Her wet clothes dampened mine, but I was more focused on the warm, soft body beneaththem. Whatever she saw on my face made her eyes widen in understanding. “Oh. But … I’m all wet.” She closed her eyes, half smirking at her innuendo. I grinned and squeezed her closer. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.” I brushed my lips over hers, unable to resist any longer. I could taste some kind of fruit lingering on them and she smelled of fresh air and an ambrée perfume. My dick hardened. “And you’re about to get wetter.”
Everything had been going phenomenally.If I’d thought our first few times together were a fluke, this was proving otherwise. After she led me to her large bedroom that overlooked the water, we’d gone at each other like savage animals. Perhaps we’d settle soon enough into our attraction, but once we’d pushed past Aria’s insecurities that first night, we were too bloody hot for each other to slow down.
Until five seconds ago, when I’d stopped midthrust, suddenly desperate to have Aria on her hands and knees. I’d made the demand and tried to manhandle her into position, lost to my lust for her. However, her shoving my hands off in distress was like a bucket of ice-cold North Sea water being thrown over every inch of me, including my cock.
“Hey, hey.” I reached for her arms. “It’s okay, we’ll stop, we’ll stop.”
She grew still, her wide eyes and vulnerable countenance making my chest ache. I kneeled between her thighs as horror and embarrassment filled her expression. “Oh, God. Let’s just … I’m gonna … I’m …” She tugged on her wrists but I held on.
“Talk to me. What just happened?”
Annoyance now seeped into her embarrassment, and I watched the telltale signs of her getting ready to throw up her barriers. “Maybe this is just too much work for you. I’m sure you can find one of the members to satiate your needs.”
“I’m sure I could,” I agreed patiently.
Her eyes dimmed, but she stubbornly tilted her chin. “Then you can go.”
I wanted to kiss the stubbornness right out of her. “If that’s what I wanted, I would have been in a different woman’s bed every night since I got here.”
“Brag much?”
I shrugged. “I’m just stating facts. But it’s not what I want. You see, my cock has very particular tastes, and right now he’s only satisfied by a complicated, prickly estate manager. In fact, he was in the middle of finding something well beyond mere satisfaction when everything went fucking pear-shaped. We’d both quite like to know exactly what happened.” I smoothed a hand down her arm. “If you don’t like a certain position, it’s fine. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But just tell me that. Don’t shut me out.”
Aria’s lips parted as she studied my face. I wondered at the bastards who’d bedded her, how they’d treated her. It made me want to rip off their dicks. Absurdly, not just because they might have treated her so poorly, but because they’d touched her in the first place. I didn’t think of myself as the alpha caveman type, but I certainly experienced a tight, horrible feeling in my chest that pointed to possessiveness.
“I … um …” She lowered her eyes, looking mortified. “I … it’s not that I don’t like that position … I …” Aria covered her face with her hands and every part of me wanted to cuddle her against me. Tugging on her wrists, I gently eased her hands down and ducked my head so she had to look at me.
“Talk to me, gorgeous.”
She exhaled slowly, shakily. “L-Lucas made a few comments about my ass and now I’m worried if you take me like that, all you’ll be thinking about is how fat my ass is.”
Lucas Grant was a dead man.
I didn’t know how or when, but I was going to make him pay for what he’d done to Aria. No one would know the confident, efficient, capable, strong, smart woman who strutted around the castle like she owned it hid a well of insecurities and fear. All because of Lucas Grant and his ilk.
Sheep shite in a Portaloo off a fucking cliff was too good an end for the bastard.
Trying to rein in my anger, I sat back on my heels. “Show me.”
Aria looked horrified. “What? No.”
“I’ve seen your arse, Aria. We’ve had sex several times and I’ve buried my face in your pussy.” I grinned at the dirty look she gave me. “But we need to deal with this face-on, so to speak. Turn around and show me that fine arse of yours.”
She crossed her arms under her tits, and my cock twitched at the sight. “Nope.”
“I’ll go first.” I offered, spreading my arms. “I’ll show you mine.”
