Page 82 of Beneath the Quiet

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, Mae.” He chuckles. “Fuck, I’ve thought of little else but you since you came all over me in the stable.”

His confession warms me.

“You have?” I breathe.

His eyes leave a trail of red-hot flames down my body.

“Is that dress for me?”

“No.” I realise it’s the truth. “It’s for me, actually. To boost my confidence.” I reach up to the low neckline of my rose-coloured dress and fiddle with the buttons. The deep V that plunges to the top of my breasts isn’t one I would wear in public, but since it’s the kind of dress that’s meant to make you feel desirable, it was easy to choose it for tonight.

From the way he can’t stop staring at me, it looks like it was the right choice.

Aidan’s tongue peeks out between his full lips, his gaze zinging me with heat. “Do you need me to tell you my cock grows hard every time I see you?”

I let out a loud puff of air. “Maybe I need to hear it tonight just to make the nerves disappear.”

He closes his eyes for a moment that feels as if time stops. When he opens them again, the heat radiating from them slams into me. His stare mesmerises me, and I can’t tear my eyes away. The whirling hunger hits me in all the right places, the warmth chasing away the nerves.

“Are you sure? Because once we start this, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop, Mae.” He releases a shuddering breath, his body coiled tight. His already deep voice is tinged with an edge. It’s darker, more primal. Growly, even. I don’t feel the deep apprehension that follows me when I’m on duty. Now, with Aidan, I welcome the edge. Somehow, my instincts recognise it for the exact thing that it is.

Need. Lust. Heat.

I want it all, and I want it tonight, with him.

All this unveiled hunger directed at me almost makes me melt on the spot.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

In two long strides, he’s invaded my space again, pinning me to the door with his body. His hands reach up to frame my face, and as he tips up my chin, keeping his burning gaze on me, my breathing turns heavy.

“You have me fit to burst, Wildfire.”

I blink at the unusual nickname. “Wildfire?”

He hums deeply and circles his nose against mine. “Mmhmm. You show everyone how in control you are. That you’re the one holding all the cards. But I think that, underneath all that cool, you’re like wildfire. Once unleashed, you’re a force to be reckoned with. Chasing the wind…unstoppable until you’ve gotten what you were after.”

He places a soft, lingering kiss on the corners of my lips. So close. I lean into his touch, and my eyes grow heavy with want from the touch of his lips next to my own.

“Am I right?” Another kiss, only this time at the shell of my ear. “Or am I wrong? I’ve made myself spill my cum in my hand so many times at the thought of you,” he breathes. “I want to taste your sweet pussy. Have you go so wild for me that you come all over my mouth.”

A ripple of lust rushes through me from his filthy words. Somehow, the fact that he hasn’t removed his glasses yet only makes me grow wetter.

He pushes his cock into my soft belly, and I almost whimper.

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” I sigh.

He chuckles, the sound so at odds with the intensity.

I push up on my toes and curl my fingers into his shirt, yanking him closer, getting a thrill from seeing him widen his eyes in surprise.

I wet my lips. “Enough talking. Show me how much you want me, or I won’t believe you.”

“Fuck it.”

He slams his mouth down on mine.