“Then come with me.” I link our fingers and lead him down the hall to our bedroom.
“I had a whole romantic evening planned up at the cabin tonight,” he says as I let my robe drop to the floor at the foot of the bed. “Bubble bath, rose petals, champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries…”
I have to stifle my snort with my hand. “In that tiny-ass tub? We have a much better one here.”
His hands frame my breasts through my thin tank. “Yeah, but the cabin don’t have a landline. Or a single reliable cell tower within fifty miles.”
Dropping to one knee, AJ presses a kiss to the black cotton panties covering my mound. Goosebumps race over my skin.
“God, you smell like rain,” he whispers against me. “Lie down so I can taste you.”
AJ
Grace curls her fingers around my tie and pulls me to my feet. “Get naked first, handsome.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The Ranger double belt looks cool, but times like this, I curse the damn thing. My zipper is strangling my dick by the time I get it loose.
Grace’s deft fingers flick open the buttons on my dress shirt one by one until she can press kisses across my chest. Her nipples strain against her thin tank, hard points I ache to wrap my lips around.
Instead, I sink my hands into her dark blond hair and crush my mouth to hers.
Fuck.
Boots.
I stumble and almost fall on my ass—with Grace on top of me—trying to get the damn things off without the use of my hands.
“Careful there.” Her voice takes on a sultry tone, a hint of Texas twang infusing her words, as she grabs my hips to steady me. “Unless you want to do it on the floor.”
“Perfectly good bed…right behind you,” I manage as I tug at her panties. “But these have to go.”
Her blond curls glisten with arousal as she lies down and spreads her legs for me. The first light touch of my tongue is like coming home in every way. Her scent, her taste, the sound of her breath catching in her throat…even the slight tremble of her thighs is perfection.
I find my rhythm quickly, tracing patterns over and around her clit until her heels start to dig into the mattress.
“Aaron…please…”
She only uses my first name when she’s about to come—or when I’m being a complete jackwad—and I reach up to give one of her nipples a hard pinch. It’s enough to send her flying over the edge. Her body coils like a spring, her back arches, and her moan turns into a keening cry.
I slow my strokes, lapping up her release like it’s water in the hottest desert until her tremors fade.
At forty-three years old, I shouldn’t be this close to blowing my wad in my briefs, but precum leaks from my crown as I strip off the dark blue cotton.
“Turn on your side, darlin’.” Positioning myself behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist. Her channel’s tight, and I kick myself for all the overtime I’ve put in this month.
Slowly, I start to move my hips. Grace matches me thrust for thrust. Her hair tickles my nose as I kiss my way up the curve of her neck to her ear.
“Touch yourself, darlin’. I want you to come again.”
From this position, I can’t see her face, but when she fondles her clit, her soft breaths quicken.
I don’t deserve this woman. I never have. I never will. But by some miracle, she’s never given up on me—even when I’m being a fucking idiot.
Under my hand, her abs start to quiver. “Harder,” she moans.
Anything she wants, I’ll give her. Each thrust brings us closer. The ache in my balls turns into an all-consuming fire.
