Love in Country (De La Fuente Family #4)(3)

He isn’t as large as his other brothers, but his slim build is muscular, and the feel of his hands on me always sends shards of pleasure through my blood, even just the simplest of touches while I’m working.

As he gets closer his breath freezes in the cold February air, and then he’s in front of me, cupping my face between his gloved hands.

“Sarah,” he breathes as his lips hover above mine. He closes his eyes and says, “I’ve missed you…God, you’re mine. Mine.” He seals our lips together, and his firm mouth demands a response.

Returning his kiss with a reckless abandon, I feel his hands slip inside my jacket to my waist. He presses me against him except it only frustrates me because I can’t feel the contours of his body with our bulky clothing in the way.

Aiden growls. “I need more of you.” He kisses down the side of my neck and back to my lips. “Sarah…Sarah.”

“Take me somewhere warmer, Aiden. I need to feel you against me.”

He lifts his head and meets my gaze. “I won’t take it too far. You have my word, even if it kills me.”

“I trust you,” I admit, because I do trust him.

Breathing heavily, he takes my hand and tugs me toward the house. “Wait, we can’t go in there.”

“Everyone is out.” He pauses and waits for me to let him know that I’m okay with this, and I smile because I’m more than okay when it means that I get him alone.

However, I won’t make love with him. I can’t. Aiden still doesn’t know about my marriage, and it hurts that Greg won’t allow me to tell him. Aiden is living with the knowledge that he wants another man’s wife. I can’t sleep with him and have him think that I was then going back to Greg and also sleeping with him. As much as I want Aiden, I can’t do that to him.

Holding the truth inside of me hurts and I’m so close to blurting it out. Greg doesn’t want a soul to know that he’s gay. One day soon, I suspect Matthew, the man he’s been having an affair with, will give him an ultimatum, and I pray that Greg will change when he thinks he’s going to lose him.

I’m thankful our marriage of convenience has seen me through the end of my veterinary training and brought me here to Montana and to the man I love with every breath that I take. I wouldn’t change any of that. I just wish that I knew our outcome.

AIDEN

The minute I tug Sarah into my room, I drop my jacket, gloves, and hat to the floor and make quick work of hers.

Shoving her down to the bed, I admit, “I need to feel you against me without all the layers.” I nuzzle into her neck and sigh in pleasure when I feel her legs wrap around my hips and her hands slide up inside my sweater, leaving a trail of heat on my skin.

“Please tell me we don’t need to keep avoiding each other…I can’t do it anymore, Aiden. I need to see you. Talk to you…and just be in your presence. I’ve been so miserable since Eric and Sylvia’s wedding.” Her nails dig into my lower back and it’s all I can do not to come in my jeans.

I was so close to making love to her the night of the wedding, but we both stopped before it could go that far. Part of me regrets that because I want her with a desperation that makes my head spin. She thought that I would regret being with her because she’s married, but that isn’t true, although I never expected to fall in love with a married woman.

There’s more to her marriage than what it seems. Sarah isn’t the type of woman that would cheat, even if her husband is a bastard screwing every skirt in town. I’ve noticed that they both seem to live separate lives, but she’s yet to trust me enough to tell me. It hurts knowing that she lives with another man when that man should be me…but it’s now got to the point where I’ll take whatever I can get because I miss her like crazy.

The feel of her curves against the contours of my body while I nuzzle into her has me hard and aching behind my zipper, which she’ll be able to feel with how closely we’re pressed together.

My hands twitch to touch her breasts, but I’ve stayed away from that area as she once admitted how sensitive they were. It doesn’t stop me from imagining the soft mounds of her breasts in my hands while I slide between the lips of her *. Just the thought sends shivers down my spine to land in my balls. My dick tingles and leaks with arousal the more she rubs against it but right now, with her in my arms, I don’t care if I come in my jeans like a teenage boy. I ache for her and with the tiny gasps of pleasure leaving her mouth, I know she aches for me.

“Aiden,” she moans when I grind my hips against her sex.

“I want you to come for me, Sarah. I want you to come hard without me touching your * or breasts. Can you do that? Can you come?”

“Oh, God,” she pants, “don’t stop rubbing and I’ll come…so close.”

I seal her lips with mine and as our tongues caress, Sarah’s little gasp and moan as she comes has my own release shooting out of my cock.

Dipping my forehead to hers, I pant through the pleasure that Sarah brings out in me. This isn’t the first time that she’s brought me to release, but I’d managed to hide the fact from her…this time I’m not hiding anything because I brought this beautiful woman to orgasm with me and that makes me feel ten feet tall.

I grin down into her sated, green eyes.