Second Chance Summer(58)
She cried out and arched up, desperate to have him do it again, but he just held her down as his thumb rasped over her slowly, each stroke pure torture, lazily manipulating her into a panting frenzy. “Aidan!”
“More?” he asked politely.
“Yes!”
He slid a finger into her and then another, and she just about came undone.
Then he replaced his fingers with his lips, gently sucking her into his hot mouth, and her every single muscle clenched as she rocked up and came hard. He slowed but didn’t stop, drawing out the intensity for longer than she could have imagined possible. When he finally released her, he pushed up with his hands and met her gaze, his own blazing. “You liked that.”
She had to unpeel her fingers from the sheet beneath her. “A little bit,” she admitted and thrilled to his rough laugh.
And she wasn’t the only one who’d liked that. Aidan’s body practically vibrated with tension now, some areas more than others. Reversing their positions, she slid down the bed and wrapped her hand around one of his parts in particular, the one quickly becoming her very favorite part.
He twitched under her touch and pushed his hips into her hand with a groan. “And you like that,” she teased, throwing his words back at him. And then she bent over him and took him into her mouth.
He didn’t let her have her way with him for long, and she knew that was in deference to her injuries. He rolled her to her back again, kissing her long and deep and hot before lifting his head and pinning her with his very serious gaze. “Don’t move.”
To her disappointment, he left the bed. Naked and apparently completely unconcerned with that fact, he searched the pockets of his cargoes and came back with a condom.
“How about now?” she murmured playfully when he’d protected them both. “Can I move now?” And then, without waiting for his response, she guided him home.
They both gasped as he slid deep.
Aidan braced himself on his forearms on either side of her face as their gazes locked, and then his mouth found hers as he began to move.
Threading her hand into his hair, she slanted her hips against his and met him thrust for thrust. Deliciously pinned, the fire built inside her again with shocking alacrity. She could hear herself whispering his name. She was close, so close …
When his hands gripped her hips hard and shifted her, changing the angle so that he could go even deeper, she burst into a thousand pieces.
He was right behind her.
They were both breathing hard as he braced his weight on his forearms above her and kissed her, tenderly now, lazily, and full of something she couldn’t easily identify.
He simply stole her breath away.
After a minute he untangled himself from her and again left the bed. The loss of his weight was a huge gaping hole of desertion but she got it. He had a bazillion things to do, fires to put out, people to rescue, a resort to help his brother save.
But a small part of her wished the rest of the world would just go the hell away and let her have a few more minutes with him. Not in the cards, and that was probably for the best. She prepared to heave herself out of the bed, too, but then he was there, right there.
He pointed for her to lie back down, which she did, and then in the most surprising move of all he grabbed the covers and made to get back in with her with a questioning look, brow raised.
She scooted over, making room.
Taking the invite, he slid in and reached for her, hauling her into his arms. The first touch of his mouth along the column of her throat sent a jolt to her already overloaded system and she shuddered again.
“Okay?” he asked.
She was so far above okay she didn’t even have words.
Aidan lifted his head to look into her face and smiled. “Yeah,” he said. “You’re okay.”
“You can tell that just by my smile?”
“No. It’s the dazed I’ve-had-my-business-thoroughly-taken-care-of expression that gives you away.”
She laughed and closed her eyes, letting herself relax into him.
When she woke up, the light was finally off but morning had shown up. She replayed it all in her mind; the tenderness, the urgency, the passion … Still smiling she rolled over, but she was alone.
Chapter 20
Lily showered, dressed, and walked out into her living room only to stop in shock.
Wood was neatly stacked against the wall next to the woodstove. She stared at it as she pulled out her phone.
“I can load my own wood,” she said when Aidan answered.
There was a beat of silence.
She grimaced. “I mean thank you. Really. But I don’t expect preferential treatment just because we …” She trailed off, unwilling—and not to mention unable—to put a label on what they’d done.
“Did you forget already?” he asked mildly. “I can be there in seven minutes to remind you.”
As if she’d ever forget, and he knew it, too, the cocky bastard. Through the silence she sensed he was smiling, remembering everything.
And then so was she, picturing how he’d moved over her, his voice low and rough, his hands seductive, his body demanding and giving.
So giving …
Great, and now she was sweating a little bit. “I’m going to work now,” she said, walking to the freezer and sticking her head in it.