Page 32 of Beneath the Quiet

“Do you want me to?”

I don’t recognise my own voice. It’s mine, and yet, the breathy need that echoes around us is foreign to my ears.

Aidan’s lips curve up in a wolfish grin, and I shudder. “Yeah, I do. Spread your legs for me.”

I blink and look down the length of my body, surprised to find I’m naked apart from a pair of lacy pink panties covering the most intimate part of my body. I resist the urge to cover my breasts with my arms and grip the duvet instead.

“Now, Maeve.”

I wet my lips. My heart pounds in my chest, but it’s not fear or adrenaline coursing through me right now.

What is it?

I part my legs as he tells me to.

“Good.”

His praise sends a seductive thrill through me.

With slow, deliberate movements, Aidan removes his tie and tosses it on the bed. “We’ll need that later.”

“Why?”

He chuckles but doesn’t answer, his gaze leaving a scorching trail all over me. I shiver, almost able to feel how much he burns. The longer he looks at me, the more impatient I get.

Impatient and needy.

My breaths become louder, and goosebumps cover my body. The anticipation is almost too much to handle. Again, I feel something so deliciously sinful that it becomes harder to lie still, waiting for him to make his next move.

My eyes widen in shock.

Oh, my gosh: I’m wet.

Wet, horny…throbbing.

“Now.” Aidan puts a knee up on the bed and leans down. His nostrils flare, his eyes meeting mine, and I gasp at the pure hunger reflected in them. “Should I tell you what I want to do to you? Or just show you?”

“Both.”

Where is this bravery coming from?

“Fuck, I love your choice.” He moves closer, kneeling in front of me. He places his hands on my ankles, and shivers rack my body. It shouldn’t be possible to be so ready for him from such a simple touch, but I am. My gaze roams his body without shame. He moves to unbutton his shirt, and I can’t do anything but follow his nimble fingers. He opens the shirt, revealing a torso dusted with the same dark sandy-coloured hair as the scruff on his face. My mouth waters from the sheer male perfection in front of me.

“I’m going to enjoy making you beg for me.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “I don’t beg.”

“But you will, Maeve. You most certainly will.”

He runs his hands up my legs, his thumbs coming closer and closer to where I need them the most, but the moment he reaches my panties, he moves away again.

I raise my hips, unable to hide the way his touch affects me.

His lips stretch wider in a triumphant smirk. “Are you already wet for me?”

I tilt my head back and peek up at him through my lashes. He’s hypnotising me with his words. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples hard and aching.

“No,” I lie.