Entangled (The Accidental Billionaires, #2)(47)

I’d been through childbirth, which had taken its toll.

He pinned me against the wall, his big body heated against mine. “Why didn’t you tell me you were wearing almost nothing under that dress? Your ass is bare.”

I wasn’t really into thong panties. But . . . “I wore them for you. You didn’t have to know until it was time for you to find out.”

“Good thing I didn’t know,” he rumbled. “We never would have left this damn room.”

There was no comment about my changed body. While it was hard to believe that my scars actually turned him on, I didn’t think he was bothered by them, either. He seemed even more obsessed with my sexy underwear.

He buried his face in my hair. “Jesus, you smell so damn good. Like strawberries.”

I smiled. “It’s just a body spray. I’m not really into heavy perfume.”

“It’s sexy as hell,” he growled as he pulled back to look at me. “Everything about you makes me crazy, Skye.”

I could feel how aroused he was when he ground his hips against my pelvis. “I want you, Aiden. So badly that I can’t stand it,” I told him honestly as I met his gaze.

I wasn’t going to hide the way I felt anymore. I was just as needy as he was . . . Maybe more. “I need to feel you. I need you to fuck me.”

His eyes erupted with molten heat. “You need me to make you come,” he stated.

I nodded jerkily. “Please. I feel like it’s been forever.”

He buried his hands in my hair, and then lowered his head, his mouth covering mine with a force that I welcomed.

There was nothing subtle about my attraction to Aiden.

It had always been all-consuming.

I moaned against his lips, savoring the feel and the taste of his marauding embrace.

I was panting as he finally pulled back and then dropped to his knees.

“You’ve already seen the scars,” I whimpered. “Please.”

I was more than ready to beg him to fuck me. I needed him inside me.

My body trembled as I squirmed when his tongue started tracing my scars again, but I jumped as one powerful jerk divested me of my panties.

I nearly went up in flames as I realized that he planned on putting his mouth somewhere else, and he wasn’t shy as he dived into my slick pussy.

The first touch of his tongue probing at my slit sent me reeling, and I let out a moan of pleasure that I’d never heard come from my lips before.

This was new.

It was foreign.

And it was so damn hot that I felt swept away to another place, another time.

It was a promise he’d never had the time to realize.

He’d always talked about how much he wanted to taste me, years ago, but our couplings had been quick and basic, from necessity.

My ex-husband had been nothing but brutal, and his face had never gotten anywhere near that area of my anatomy.

But Aiden was there now, and apparently loving every minute of it.

I parted my legs a little more to give him better access.

And when he finally buried his face completely into my quivering pussy, I literally screamed because the pleasure was so intense.

He tasted me like a man who had been deprived of sustenance way too long. Like he was famished, and I was his only source to feed on.

“Oh, God. Aiden,” I groaned.

A million sensations exploded from my body, and the way he made me feel was almost frightening.

But I was more desperate than I was afraid.

“More,” I pleaded. “Please.”

He gave me more when his slick tongue slid over my clit.

And then he took it away when he licked me from bottom to top.

“Aiden. I need to come. Please.”

The heat and pressure building up inside my core was intense. I had to have relief.

I felt greedy, and completely lost. I speared my hands into his hair, and pulled his face flush against my vulnerable pussy.

I needed . . .

More pressure.

More heat so I could burn hotter until I orgasmed.

More of . . . Aiden.

“Yes,” I screamed as I felt the pressure of my climax building.

I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, my pleasure so powerful that I could barely stand.

His large hands cupped my ass tightly, but I didn’t care. It felt good to have his fingers clutching me like he never wanted to move from where he was right now.

He used his grip to pull me onto his face harder. The pressure and the feel of his tongue teasing my clit were nearly unbearable.

I fisted his hair as I felt the first powerful waves of my orgasm completely consume me.

I had no control; I was along for the ride.

Aiden was lapping at my juices that flooded my core as I experienced a climax so strong that it rocked me, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. He kept sucking like he had to have every bit of me, even as my climax became merely ripples, and then just an overall sensation of floating.

I yanked on his hair. “Fuck me,” I demanded.

I was single-minded. I had to feel him inside me, even though he’d just given me one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced.

He came to his feet and I let go of his hair, the wild look in his eyes so fierce that my core clenched in reaction.

He yanked his sweater off, and I salivated as I saw all that smooth skin pulled tight over toned muscles.