Entangled (The Accidental Billionaires, #2)(54)

“Watch me, Skye.”

I met his gaze in the reflection, and my stare didn’t waver.

Slowly, he placed my hands on the desk until I was bent over. “Are you okay with this?” he asked hoarsely, his eyes burning into mine.

I could see him.

I could feel him.

How could I not be okay with it?

And then it hit me exactly what he was trying to do.

I hated sex from behind.

But there wasn’t any part of me that was hesitant as long as I could see him.

I slowly nodded as I maintained my bent-over position. “Yes. I’m better than okay.”

He was trying to erase the bad memories for me, and I was going to try my best to let him do it.

He moved behind me and fondled the cheeks of my ass, his gaze never wavering from mine.

Nudging my legs apart, he delved into the quivering pink flesh of my pussy, and I almost forgot to breathe. “Yes,” I hissed. “Please.”

“You’re so damn wet for me, sweetheart,” he growled as his fingers sought and found my clit. “I want my cock buried so damn deep inside you that I never want to come out again.”

He stroked over the tiny bundle of nerves, his expression intense.

I bit my lip as he stroked harder over my slick clit, pushing me higher. After several days of being together, he knew every button to push to make me come so hard that I saw stars.

I lowered my head to the desk because I couldn’t hold it up anymore. My body was screaming with a longing that went so deep that I didn’t feel like I could hold it up.

“Don’t,” Aiden commanded. “Don’t stop looking at me.”

He grasped a big lock of my hair and gently pulled to urge me to watch him.

He wants me to know who I’m with. He doesn’t want me to forget that it’s he who’s taking me from behind.

If it was at all possible, that made me want him to come inside me even more.

I wasn’t afraid; I needed him.

Some of my hair was in my eyes, but I could still see his muscular form as he gripped my hips and surged forward with so much power that I would have stumbled forward and hit the floor had I not been able to steady myself on the desk.

Our eyes were locked as he started to hammer into me from behind.

It wasn’t the most intimate position, but it was hot as hell. Being this way with him felt different. Deeper. Harder.

I started meeting him stroke for stroke, pushing back as he pushed forward, and I could feel and hear our skin slapping together erotically.

“More,” I demanded as I pushed my hips back.

I wanted him so desperately that my body wouldn’t be satisfied unless I could feel every thrust.

And I did as he stopped holding back and gave me the ferocity I had to have.

I closed my eyes as he drove into me with a power that was mind blowing, and at an unceasing pace that shouldn’t have been possible.

“Yes, Aiden. Yes,” I screamed, not caring if people could hear me.

I was close. So close. And all I wanted was to come.

The moment he reached down with one of his hands and found my clit, I lost it. My climax happened fast and furious.

Aiden found his own release immediately after I did, and he held my shaking body up even as he orgasmed.

He buried his face in my neck, and we stayed like that, neither one of us moving, and the only sound in the suite was our heavy breathing.

My entire body was quivering, and I couldn’t have done without the support of that desk for a minute or two.

He picked me up and collapsed with my body on top of him onto the couch.

I knew I had to be squashing him, but he wasn’t complaining.

It took a few more minutes for my heart to stop galloping and my breathing to finally slow down.

“I’ll never look at doggie style quite the same way again,” I told him as I was still struggling a little to catch my breath.

I heard him chuckle as I slid to his side, my leg still slung over his supine body, his arms still tightly around me.

“That wasn’t truly doggie style,” he said playfully.

“Then I’ll be happy to let you tutor me in that, too.”

I was completely convinced that I was never going to forget who I was with when it was Aiden. The feel of him, and the pleasure he could give me, was way too powerful to be mistaken for anything else.

I love you. I love you so much.

I wanted to say the words so badly that it was physically painful to hold them back.

But we hadn’t talked about love.

And I wasn’t sure it was something he was ready to hear.

We were still trying to work out our future together.

I jumped when his hand connected with the cheek of my ass.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he warned. “We have slot machines to conquer this morning.”

I laughed. “What if I said I was way more interested in exploring doggie style than the slots?”

“I’d say that we’ll get to them later,” he said eagerly.

I nipped at his ear before I replied, “I think we should definitely get to them later.”

He shot off the couch and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady my body.

“Like after lunch or something?” he suggested.

“Or something,” I agreed.