Page 85 of Beneath the Quiet

He pushes his fingers so hard and fast inside me while his tongue rubs and licks my clit that all I can do is what I’m told. I fumble blindly for the door handle with one hand to keep my balance, and I tighten my fingers in his hair, burrowing them in the soft locks, relishing the way he fucks me with his fingers.

Deep, hard thrusts. He’s ruthless. I meet his thrusts with my hips in a steady rhythm, the heat building until the heavy feeling inside me almost becomes too much to bear.

Tingling erupts inside me from my throbbing clit to my spine, my moans and his growls filling the air.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please…”

Then I get there.

“Aidan!” I mewl, my inner walls clamping down on his fingers.

He groans hard, lapping up each drop rushing out of me. I jolt and shudder as he lavishes me with attention, my skin growing so sensitive that I have to push his head away.

“Stop.”

In a swift move, he’s on his feet, and his mouth is on mine. The taste of myself on his lips feels forbidden, but the tangy taste is so arousing, and I can’t stop kissing him back. He growls into me, pressing hard for a deliciously long moment, and I meet his dancing tongue with my own. I come close to losing all my senses, but then I find his lips gone, and he bends to his knees.

“What are you-oomph!”

In a move I’d never see coming in my current state, he’s put his shoulder to my chest and lifted me up and over his back, my feet dangling down his chest.

“Aidan!” I half-laugh, half-shriek. “Put me down!”

“Shush. Bedroom upstairs?”

I grab onto his arse to avoid toppling over. “Yes,” I grumble. A thrill settles in my tummy at the thought of round two.

“Don’t worry. I won’t drop you.”

He walks so fast, so focused on getting us to my bedroom that I have to close my eyes.

I shouldn’t have worried, though, because of course he doesn’t drop me.

When we reach the top, I release my death-grip on him and point to the right. He turns and walks briskly to my room. He shoves the door open, comes to a stop in front of my bed, and sets me down on my feet. I feel every hard plane of him as I slide down, and the need that he quenched before simmers back to life.

“You know,” I place my hands on his chest to keep my balance, “I’d never have pegged you as a caveman.”

He flashes a smile at me, sending my belly swooping. “Do you disapprove?”

I lift my shoulder. “I haven’t decided yet.” I tug up his shirt from his jeans. “Never thought a soft farmer would be able to carry me so easily up a flight of stairs.”

He growls and bends, his teeth nipping on my lower lip. I feel it like a lightning bolt straight between my legs.

“You think farmers are soft and sweet? Think again, Wildfire. There’s nothing soft about me. Can you handle it?”

He puts his hands on my hips, towering over me, and backs me up against my bed.

I raise my chin but follow his lead. “Is that a dare?”

“No. It’s a promise.”

He sweeps down to claim my lips, putting an end to our sparring match. I push his shirt down his arms, toss it to the floor, and suck on his tongue, getting a dark thrill at hearing his loud moan. The fact that I have a man like Aidan moaning for me like that turns me on like nothing else, and fire erupts in my veins.

He wrenches his mouth from mine only to bite gently down on my neck. “Take that dress off,” he growls. “Now.”

I push the sleeves down my arms and tug at the waistline, sending the dress pooling at my feet, watching his reaction as my breasts spill out. Despite the fact that there’s no doubt he wants me, it’s still nerve-wracking to take my clothes off in front of him. But when I stand before him, naked apart from my pumps while he’s still half-dressed, another thrill of excitement rushes through me.

I sit back down on the bed and smile slowly at him.