No Kissing Allowed (No Kissing Allowed #1)(50)
“Lie down.”
The fire simmering low in my belly burst into wild flames at the command in his voice. I lay back on his bed, enjoying the feel of his eyes on me. I expected him to undress and join me, but instead he sat beside me and ran a hand over my face, down my breasts, and then finally cupping my heat, allowing his fingers to glide over me again and again until I was ready to explode.
“Lift your arms and cross them at the wrist.”
I hesitated for a moment, unsure where this was going, but I was far too turned on to ask questions. I did as he asked, and then he leaned over me and began threading the tie around my wrists, binding them above my head. Dear God…
Aidan walked to the end of his bed and peered down at me. “So beautiful. I can’t get enough of you. No amount of time with you will ever be enough.” Then he crawled up the bed, still fully clothed, and I could see that he intended to take his time. The feel of his smooth duvet below my nearly naked body and Aidan over me was enough to make me writhe with each touch, but he didn’t give in. Instead, he trailed his hands slowly over me, careful to show attention to every inch of my skin. His tongue swept up my left calf, inside my thigh. His fingers delicately trailed down my abdomen, over the edges of my thong. I started to drop my arms down and he pulled away, letting me know that to get what I wanted, what I craved, I had to follow his rules.
My arms dropped back down above my head and I arched my back, eager to feel his touch again. He didn’t disappoint. His mouth dipped down, taking one nipple, then the other, the kisses slow, careful—agonizing.
“Your skin is so soft,” he said, caressing my breast, then tracing the dip of my waist with his tongue, then his hand slipped inside my thong, and every sensible thought in my mind was replaced with yes, yes, yes. His fingers moved over my mound, across my slick folds, and then he pulled his hand away quickly, and I started to beg him to continue when he slowly slid my thong off, kissing my hip, then thigh, then foot, before tossing it aside, exposing me fully and driving me to a place of passion I’d never been before.
“Aidan…”
And then his clothes were off and he was reaching for his nightstand for protection and then with one rough thrust he was inside me, filling me completely. He grabbed my bound hands with one hand, anchoring me down with his strength and sending my insides spiraling out of control. Our bodies moved together as he thrust still deeper and deeper, knowing just where I needed him, and I screamed out, unable to remain quiet. My body buzzed with desire, desperate for a release, and then Aidan’s mouth clamped down over mine, the kiss full of all the emotions I longed to say, and I exploded, fireworks everywhere, body gone, mind gone, everything in me lost to this man above me.
Aidan untied my wrists and relaxed beside me, pulling me close, and I felt my bottom lip quiver for reasons I couldn’t understand, tears threatening to fall. An overwhelming sensation moved over me, my emotions and body pushed to their max. I drew a shaky breath, and he rose up to look at me. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak just yet.
His expression twisted as he scanned my face for answers. “Cameron, what is it?”
I stared back at him, at the care in his eyes, and the words were right there, on the tip of my tongue, ready to put myself out there. Ready to take a chance on this, on Aidan. “I…” But then I thought of how horrible I’d felt when I thought he was leaving me, and how much worse that would have been if he’d known the truth. If he’d known that I loved him. “Did you mean what you said before? That you’re willing to try?” I finally asked, taking a small step. A chance. Not the word “love,” but a chance all the same. A declaration toward what I wanted out of this relationship and out of my life. It was okay for me to want a serious relationship, and it was okay for me to want that with Aidan.
He kissed my lips sweetly and settled down beside me, cradling me to him. “I don’t know how to do this.”
I’d heard him say that before, but we were adults. We learned things we didn’t understand. We didn’t simply shut down. “I know, but we can figure it out together.”
“What if we can’t? What if we start this and slowly but surely I turn into my father. What then? How could I allow that to happen to you?”
“It’s no different than work, Aidan. If you were like him, you would have fallen into your rightful place at GG. You chose Sanderson-Lowe. You can choose this. Us. And I’m not saying it will be easy, but the choice is yours. Not his. Yours.” I paused, letting that digest before I hit him with the next thing on my mind. Fear worked through my chest as the words held on to my tongue. It was time to take the next step, and either he followed, or I said good-bye. As much as it hurt to think about, I knew I couldn’t continue like this.
“Come home with me for Christmas.”
“Cameron—”
I pressed my fingertips to his lips. “Let me finish. If you still feel this is a bad idea, then we go our separate ways. But you shouldn’t be alone over the holiday, and you know, in your heart, you want to go with me. Trust yourself. Not the person you think you’ll become, but the person you are right here, today.”
His head tilted to the side as he considered it, his eyes unfocused, deep in thought and no doubt worry. “What if I hurt you?” he whispered.
“I won’t let you. I’ll walk away.”