“You are tormenting me,” she panted.
“Indeed, I am,” he murmured, letting the tip of his tongue circle her clitoris. “For when the release finally comes, I will make it so powerful, so complete that you will remember it when you are eighty.”
His words gripped her just as he swirled his tongue around her yet another time, and in that moment the pleasure hit its crescendo. Waves of sensation smashed against her and she lifted into his mouth, crying out his name as her body convulsed against his seeking tongue.
He sucked her clitoris as she shattered and doubled the release an instant. But at last the waves slowed, her body twitched and she went limp on his pillows. He moved up her body and pressed his mouth to hers, letting her taste her own passion. When he drew back, he chuckled.
“Thatwas supposed to be much more drawn out. Had I known that words could send you over the edge, I would have forced myself to remain mute.”
She reached up to cup the back of his head, pulling him in for a second, deeper kiss. She sighed as they parted. “I will remember that even if I forget everything else, I assure you,” she whispered. She looked upward, toward the heavens as she tried to calm her heart, and her gaze caught something unexpected on the ceiling above her. “Er, Aiden?”
“Yes?” he asked, his fingers smoothing back and forth over her shoulder in a rhythmic motion.
“Why is your ceiling covered with naked people?”
He shook his head and laughed. “TherealClairemont’s ceiling is covered with naked people. For a recluse, the man was something of a libertine. He had that piece carved so he could look at all the things he wanted to do, I suppose. It is a bit distracting.”
She wetted her lips as her gaze flitted over the erotic images. Men with women bent over, being taken from behind. A woman riding one man while she took another in her mouth. Women with women. Couples in every position one could possibly imagine and a few she wouldn’t have thought were possible.
She cast a quick side glance at Aiden and found he wasn’t looking at the images above, but at her. Judging her reaction. Heat flooded her cheeks.
“Can you really do all those things?” she asked.
“Can I? Or can anyone?” he asked with a chuckle as he wrapped an errant curl around his finger.
“Either one,” she said, wondering at how her body felt hot and tingly all over again. Looking at those carved images while he touched her made them even more impactful.
“I’ve done a few,” he admitted, his gaze holding hers. “I’d like to try at least three of them tonight with you.”
“Which three?” She jerked her gaze back to the ceiling, trying to determine the answer.
“One we’ve done. Twice now,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
She searched the images and found a few where a lady was being pleasured by a man’s mouth. “I see.”
“The others will be a surprise,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her once more.
She closed her eyes, forgetting the erotic art, forgetting everything but his taste and how his rough tongue slid so gently over her own. How his hands gripped her with passion and smoothed her skin with tender care. Nothing else mattered at that moment. Everything else she trusted him to make right.
He broke the kiss at last and pulled away, backing toward the fire.
She sat up partially, watching him go. “What are you doing?”
“Removing the rest of my clothing,” he said, his voice low and seductive as he finally shucked off the shirt she had opened what seemed like a lifetime ago.
She watched his muscles move beneath his skin and bit her lip as her sex began to tingle with need once more. How could he do this so easily to her? Whether he touched her or looked at her or just stood there being…beinghim…it seemed he was irresistible to her. A force that drew her in completely until she would give anything and everything to be in his arms.
His arms. Her gaze flitted to his arm, the one that had been injured earlier in the day. There was a dark red mark slashed across it, proof of how dangerous a man this was.
“Does it hurt?” she whispered.
He glanced down at the mark and then shook his head. “No. It’s minor, I assure you.”
She bit her lip. “But—”
“Shhh,” he said, smoothing a thumb over her cheek before he stepped back.
He met her gaze as his hands moved to his trousers. Slowly he unfastened them and then glided them down his hips. She tracked as inch by inch of flesh was revealed and finally the erection she had been aware of so many times since he first touched her bobbed free.
