Pen Pal(22)

I stop fighting and say innocently, “Would it be okay if I used the bathroom before we do this? Sorry, I just realized I needed to go.”

After a surprised pause, Aidan says, “Sure.”

The moment he removes his hand from my back and swings a leg over me, I push myself up and leap to my feet. Grinning down at his surprised face, I say, “Sucker.”

Then I bolt from the living room.

He catches me before I’m even halfway down the hall.

Grabbing me by the arm, he does some kind of bending ninja move and throws me over his shoulder. As I squeal and squirm, he turns around and strides into the kitchen.

He drops me on my feet next to the kitchen table.

Gripping my upper arms and gazing down into my wide eyes, he whispers hotly, “Such a bad fucking bunny.”

He spins me around, pushes my upper body down onto the tabletop, kicks my legs apart at the ankle, and grabs my wrists in his hands, gathering them behind my back.

He thrusts inside me so suddenly, I arch and cry out in shock.

Bending over me, he growls into my ear, “You’re gonna take it hard as punishment for running away from me. Ready?”

“Yes!”

His groan of pleasure is the last soft thing he gives me.

Then he bites my shoulder and fucks me, driving into me hard, over and over, thrusting so powerfully the table jumps and skips over the floor. His hands squeeze my wrists, his teeth scrape my skin, his grunts of dominance ring in my ears, and I can’t remember the last time I felt this free.

I rest my cheek against the smooth wood of the table, close my eyes, and surrender completely.

“Get ready to take my cum, baby. Open that sweet pussy wide.”

His voice is a harsh rasp near my ear. In response, I can only manage a low, broken moan. After two more hard thrusts, the motion of Aidan’s hips falters. He groans. Releasing my wrists, he digs one hand into my hair and the other into my hip and yanks me back savagely against his pelvis as he grinds into me and climaxes.

With my neck arched and my hard nipples skimming the table, I orgasm around his throbbing cock.

He collapses on top of me, pinning me down, and whispers raggedly into my ear, “Take it. Take it. Take it. Take every fucking drop, my beautiful bunny, and tell me you love it.”

On the verge of sobbing, I choke out, “I love it. Aidan, I love it so much.”

His breathless laugh sounds triumphant. “I know you do, baby. That’s my good little rabbit.”

Glowing like a rising sun burning through ancient darkness, I rest my cheek against the smooth wood and smile.





13





In stark contrast to his snarling savagery as he took me, Aidan is silent and gentle as he washes my body under the warm spray in the shower.

I’m shaky and shell-shocked, uncertain what I’d say even if I could speak, so I’m grateful he’s not asking me to. He turns me this way and that, soaping and rinsing my skin, then squirts a dollop of shampoo into his palm and washes my hair.

I stand with my eyes closed and wonder what happens next.

I’ve never had a one-night stand, so I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know the etiquette involved. Am I supposed to ask for his number? No, I already have that. Do I thank him? That seems weird, but then again, this whole encounter has been weird.

Amazing, but weird.

I can only imagine how awkward the goodbye will be, me standing at his door in bare feet and my wrinkled clothes that probably aren’t even dry yet, trying to act nonchalant and utterly failing. What do I even say?

“It’s been great, champ! Thanks for the fabulous sausage-stuffing!”

No. I might not be the world’s greatest conversationalist, but even I know that’s a non-starter.

He murmurs, “Never met a woman who thinks louder than you do.”

“Sorry. I’m always up in my head.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Just making an observation. Tilt your head back.”

I obey him, closing my eyes and allowing him to rinse the shampoo from my hair. I lean against him with my arms wrapped around his waist and my breasts pressed against his chest and wonder again what Michael would think if he could see me now.

Which is when the guilt hits me, cold and solid as a brick dropped onto my head. A nasty little voice inside my mind starts hissing insults.

Your husband hasn’t been dead a full month yet, and you’ve already had sex with another man! How could you?

Aidan says softly, “Your body gets really tense when you start to freak out.”

I exhale and remain silent. There aren’t any words for what I’m feeling, anyway.

He reaches behind me to turn off the faucet. Then he palms my head and presses it to his chest. His other arm he wraps around me. We stand naked and dripping like that for a while, embracing in silence, until he says, “We can do anything or nothing. I don’t expect you to have any answers right now.”

How does he always know what I’m thinking?

Emotion threatens to swell my throat closed, but I speak around it. “What do you want to do?”

He gives me a squeeze and pronounces, “This, as much as possible.”

My laugh is soft. “That can be arranged.”

Stroking my wet hair, he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “You sure? I know your situation is complicated. I don’t want to make it worse.”