No Kissing Allowed (No Kissing Allowed #1)(32)
He burst out laughing. “Nothing makes you uneasy, does it?”
“Are you joking? There are a thousand things that make me uneasy. One of them is staring at me right now.”
“You just seem very comfortable in your skin. Most women smooth their hair or watch their posture or do something they feel looks sexy, but you? You’re just you, Cameron, take it or leave it, and I find myself wanting to take every bit that you’re willing to offer.”
My gaze locked on his as I tried and failed to keep my emotions from rising at his words. Why did he do that? Say things that made me desperate for a future with him, when we couldn’t take this further? I had a decision to make, and I could feel the clock ticking toward an unspoken end. Either I do what I came here to do, or I leave. Only I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to bring up his parents, ask if he thought he’d ever marry. Ask what he wanted for his future. But I was afraid to hear the answer. I felt myself growing comfortable around him, label or not, and I didn’t want to give this up. Not yet.
“What else have you learned?” I set my container on the coffee table and rose onto my knees in front of him.
“You’re embarrassed of where you’re from, but you love it. I’m not sure you even admit that to yourself. But I could see it when you danced, how free you were. Even if you resent it, you love the South. All of it. The people. The food. The atmosphere. I know, because I love it, too.”
I edged closer to him with each word, like an invisible rope drew me in. The room grew warmer, a charge igniting in the air. Sensing the change, he set his container down beside mine.
“What else?”
“You hate to lose control. You’re organized to a fault.”
Still closer.
“What else?”
“I think you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Maybe the most amazing person I’ll ever meet. And I don’t want anyone else to know the things I know that make you so amazing. I don’t want to risk them seeing what I see and stealing you away.”
I straddled his lap, my throat tight. “I hate when you say things like that.”
He brushed my hair from my face. “Why?”
“Because it doesn’t fit in my head. You say these things, but we have rules. You refuse to commit.”
“Do you want a commitment from me?”
“No.”
Yes. No. Maybe.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“We’re risking a lot for this. Both of us. Just…are we making the right decision?”
“No,” he said. “But I don’t care. The question is, do you?”
I considered the question, my eyes on his, two answers weighing in my mind, but despite what was right in action, only one answer felt right.
“No,” I whispered.
“Then I think we’re done talking.” He focused on my mouth, and as though he couldn’t wait another second, his lips gently touched mine, his hands in my hair, and then attraction took over, and the sweet kiss turned intense. It was full of the fears we both felt, the rush and excitement of knowing the risk, but being unable to stay away.
Aidan lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, his lips never leaving mine as he walked across the room and pushed open a door. The room was dark except for a strip of light cascading in from the living room. He set me down just before a king bed and ran his hands over my face, then down to my shirt, tracing the edge, telling me without words that he wanted it off.
I gripped the hem and tugged the shirt over my head, revealing the black lace bra I’d picked out just for this occasion. He glanced down, and the sight of him, so full of want, sent my insides into a spiral. I shimmied out of my leggings and lay back on his bed, enjoying the feel of his gaze on my flesh, then he was over me, his hands skimming my thighs, then my stomach, then my breasts, each smooth touch causing my breathing to speed up. His lips pressed against my collarbone, then the swell of my breast, and my back arched, each second driving me more and more insane. I slid my hands under his shirt, running them over his taut abs, and then the shirt was off, and he kicked out of his jeans, and all the longing we’d had since that first night burst to the surface, overflowing with nothing but need.
He flicked the clasp on my bra and tossed it to the floor with the rest of our clothes, exposing my bare breasts, and then his mouth was on my left nipple, sucking slowly as he rolled his tongue against it, his right hand toying with my other nipple, pulling and pinching, until I screamed out, unable to hold myself back any longer.
My hands clenched his shoulders as he moved back to my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside, taking over, as his hand stroked down my body, slipping inside my panties and gently stroking my core. I bucked against him, my hips lifting on their own accord with each delicious sensation. It’d been so long since I’d allowed my control to slip, my always-thoughtful mind lost to anything but the pleasure of the moment. It was freeing, a high I hadn’t felt before, and suddenly I was desperate to test how high I could go.
I slipped my hands into his boxers, running them over his amazing ass, then to his length, and he groaned against my neck. “Cameron…”
“Now.”
The sound of fabric ripping filled the air, and then my panties were off, my body fully naked below him. Aidan slipped a finger inside me, his eyes on me, and the intensity in them caused the fire burning in my core to rage out of control. His perfect mouth touched my thigh, gliding up, up, up, and then he took me in his mouth, licking and tasting, until my entire body shook with the need to have him inside me.