The thought of losing her was too much for him to put into words, and with fear and adrenaline tangling in his chest, he poured it all out on her the only way he knew how. With her body still cradled against him, he lowered his head and kissed her.
Kissed her? Hell, he devoured her, biting at her lips until she opened for him, sweeping her mouth with his tongue until she squirmed in his arms. He swung her so her legs wrapped around his waist, and he banded one arm around her lower back while his other hand tangled in her hair, pulling enough to tilt her chin upward.
“Don’t do that again.”
Her brown eyes blazed. “If I do, will you kiss me like that again?”
He growled and spun around so her back met the wall, using it as leverage to flatten her body against his while her legs tightened around him. Her chest rose and fell as she pulled air into her lungs, and that’s when he realized he was so far beyond the boundaries of their agreement that he couldn’t see the line anymore.
“I’ll kiss you any way you want as long as you don’t go out there until I’ve fixed it.”
To show her how serious he was, he gripped the bottom of her T-shirt and yanked it up. She raised her arms to assist, and he gave a helpless grunt when he saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The sight stopped him in his tracks. Given the choice over the years—and he’d generally been blessed with a multitude of choices—he’d always favored curvy, well-endowed women. But now he was cursing himself for missing out on this all his life. Thea was sleek and lean all over, from the slopes of her collarbones to her flat stomach to her perfect breasts. They were apricots tipped with dusky-pink nipples, and he bet he could fit all of her into his mouth. He swallowed hard at the thought and raised a hand to the soft slope of her shoulder. Her heated eyes followed his movement.
“I’m—” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat to try again. “I have to touch you. Is that okay?”
A wicked little smile drifted across her face. “I told you weeks ago, you don’t have to ask for permission.”
“This is gonna be pretty fucking different than what we’ve been doing,” he warned her in a dark voice.
When she arched her back toward him in invitation, he exhaled hard and ran a finger across her solar plexus and down to one hardening nipple, smiling when a shiver rippled along her perfect skin. Bending, he swiped his tongue along the path that his finger had just taken, and her shivers turned into a shudder.
Unable to hold back any longer, he placed an openmouthed kiss over her left breast and found that yes, he could fit all that tender flesh into his mouth. So he did, circling his tongue over the nipple while sucking on her skin, scraping it lightly with his teeth. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, and her fingers crept up to tangle in his hair as he kissed his way to her right breast and repeated the action.
He gripped her hips and pulled her down tight where his dick was straining in his jeans, sneaking a look at her face. Her eyes were screwed shut, face twisted with pleasure. He trailed his fingers down her stomach and settled them between her legs, gratified by the heat he found there. He pressed the heel of his hand against the seam of her leggings and twisted once, twice, three times until they were both moaning.
“Aiden,” she whispered. “Now. Please.”
“But you haven’t—”
His hand kept up its motion between her legs, but she whimpered in her impatience. “I’ve waited long enough.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He pivoted and all but tossed her on the bed, then stripped off his shirt, shoes, jeans.
“Condom. Nightstand.”
He obeyed her command, then gripped the waist of her leggings and dragged them off her to join his clothes on the floor. Her silky blue underwear followed, and she fell backward on the bed, legs spread in welcome.
“My God, killer.” He tore his eyes away from the beauty sprawled in front of him long enough to rip open the condom and slide it on with clumsy fingers. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this rushed, this raw and eager. When he stretched over her body, her hands gripped his shoulders.
“Now,” she urged, and he settled between her legs, pausing to enjoy the heat of her mouth on his as he guided himself into her.
Every coherent thought stuttered to a halt as he plunged into her tight warmth. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers dug into the muscles of his arms, and he was sure he’d never felt anything hotter than this woman’s sweet pussy.
“God, yes.” She thrust up against him. “Harder.”
Her assertiveness hit him like an electrical prod to the nerves, and all the sensations heightened: her hot little breasts brushing against his chest, those strong legs wrapped around him, her nails branding his back with streaks of pleasurable fire. And all the while commands spilled from those soft lips, urging him to claim her, take her,fuck her.
He was on the brink of losing himself in the arms of someone he liked. Someone hemorethan liked.
Too much. It was too much. It bowled him over, and his balls started to tighten.
“Oh God, you… you’re…,” he stuttered out. “I’m going to…”
And then he was coming, spilling inside her, feeling every delicious pulse from his scalp to his heels until he was nothing but a boneless husk of a man slumped against the woman who’d just shattered his equilibrium.
Several moments passed before he was able to think clearly, let alone speak. When he finally caught his breath, he rolled off her and grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand to wrap the condom in.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped out. “You didn’t finish. I was too fast. Your body… I just…”
