Amusement glittered in her eyes. “I’ve seen yours and it’s rock hard from the gym—you know, the place you spend half your day in. Maybe if I did more than swim a few times a month, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
The irritation and fury at Lucas still lingered, so I stated, “Let’s get this straight. I am not Lucas Fucking Grant. He’s an arsehole who more than likely got off on trying to make you feel like you weren’t worthy of him. You’re probably not the only woman he’s done it to. That’s about him. Not you. So turn around and show me your arse so I can prove that I love it.”
Her lips twitched as she huffed out a groan of acceptance and then reluctantly, so slowly it only made my heart race harder, turned around on her knees and sat back on her heels. I swallowed hard at the sight of her exaggerated curves. At the long, graceful line of her back as it narrowed, then swooped down into her perfect heart-shaped arse. Her dark hair tumbled in silky disarray across her smooth olive skin, and my fingers twitched, desperate to touch her.
“North?” She glanced over her shoulder.
Heart pounding, dick throbbing, I bridged the distance between us until my chest pressed to her back and she could feel how hard I was. She gasped as I slid my hand around her belly and down between her legs to find her clit.
As I tormented her, her breathing grew shallow and fast. I rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks, grinding on her. “If I have to tell you this every time I take you to bed, I will … But you are perfect. A fucking goddess. And you and your body set my blood on fire, woman. I can’t get enough.” I kissed the side of her neck as my fingers moved faster, harder over her, and she whimpered with her coming orgasm. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of you,” I confessed, and suddenly Aria cried out, shuddering against my touch.
As she tried to catch her breath, I smoothed a hand up her back and whispered in her ear, “Can I fuck you on your hands and knees now?”
There was a moment’s hesitation, then, “Okay.”
“Are you sure?” I pressed. “I only want this to be good for you.”
“I’m sure,” she said with more conviction seconds before she moved forward on her hands and knees, presenting her luscious arse to me.
I groaned as I caressed the curvy globes, my thumb slipping until she gasped in surprise and glanced over her shoulder atme. My voice thickened with need. “Maybe one day you might let me take you here?”
“I’ve never …” She shimmied her arse against me, and I grunted. “Maybe. But for now, don’t be greedy.”
Chuckling on a huff of desperate need, without preamble I guided my cock to her pussy, then gripped her arse cheeks, and thrust in.
“Oh!” Aria cried out, steadying herself.
“You all right?” I asked hoarsely because my entire being was centered on the heat squeezing my cock. Fuck, I wanted to take her bare.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop.”
So I didn’t.
The sight of her taking me, her back arching, the way she pushed into my thrusts with mindless want sent me too close to the edge too soon. I wanted her to come first, like this, to prove she was so lost in what was between us that her insecurities would disappear. Lucas Grant and every prick who had come before him weren’t in this room with us, in her mind, poisoning the way this felt. I reached out, wrapped her hair around my fist, and gave it a gentle tug, testing her.
Her pussy rippled around me as she moaned, arching into the next drive of my cock.
Something bigger, more dangerous than satisfaction, slammed through me, and my grip on her tightened. I tugged a little harder.
Aria cried out as her pussy clamped around my driving dick and throbbed, convulsing around me in tight squeezes that cut off the blood to my brain. I let go of her hair to grab her hips, pumping harder, faster into her climax until she wrenched my orgasm from me.
“Aria!” Her name exploded from my lips in a growled yell of disbelief, my mind momentarily blanking as pleasure consumed me. My hips shuddered as I came and came and fucking came.
Fuuuuuuck.
I think I might have spaced out for a few seconds.
My limbs were warm and loose as I pressed my lips to Aria’s damp upper back before I pulled out of her.
Then I kissed her delicious arse for good measure and gave it a gentle smack. “This is my arse now, princess.”
She let out a huff of laughter as she collapsed onto the bed and turned, her hair clouding around her face, her tits trembling. Her low-lidded eyes smoldered with pleasure and amusement. Her voice was huskier than ever. “Honestly, I can’t even argue with you after coming that hard.”
Smug, pleased, I grinned. “Good to know that I now have a way of winning every argument with you.”
Aria rolled her eyes, and I laughed as I reluctantly jumped off the bed to deal with the condom.
When I returned from the bathroom, tenderness filled me at the sight of her drowsy expression. I tugged on her hand, and her eyes opened. “You need to eat something.”
