The Pretend Girlfriend (A Billionaire Love Story #1)(26)

Aiden folded his damp towel once lengthwise and hung it on the stainless steel bar beside the steamed-up mirror. He put his hands on his hips and cocked his head slightly to the side.

She regretted her choice of words in describing him.

Gwen swallowed heavily, looking up at the ceiling. Did he have no shame or something?

"Your clothes? They're in the closet in the bedroom, I bet. You know... right where you left them?" He chuckled at her. Then he prodded her with his index finger, just above her navel. It tickled.

"Hey! Cut it out," she said, contorting herself to move away from another attempted jab. She could slap his hand away, she knew. But that meant taking one of her own hands off censorship duty. And that wasn't about to happen.

"You know what? The bedroom actually sounds pretty nice... How about we go there? I know a great way to spend the rest of the morning."

"Excuse me?" Gwen said, becoming painfully conscious of her no-clothing situation.

"I love it when you play hard to get... There's just one thing you always forget..."

"And what's that?" Gwen asked, taking a tentative step backwards. She could turn around and run, but that would just leave other parts exposed.

"I'm faster than you!"

Then he lunged for her. She squealed, but he caught her up in his arms and pulled her close. His body was all warm and wet against hers from the shower. And, she didn't need to remind herself, naked.

She felt that all too well. Especially when he just chuckled more at her struggles and started kissing her neck. Yes, she definitely felt the... extent of his nudity against her.

And, she realized, she liked it. Her struggle, not particularly strong to begin with, subsided. Her squeals of outrage changed into little gasps and, dare she admit, even a groan or two, as his hot mouth worked its magic on her bare neck and shoulders.

His hands went on exploratory missions, one heading up her back to trace her shoulder blades and neck, while the other went down, apparently trying to discover just how firm her cheeks were. This hand had double duty, pulling their hips together.

"Oh..." she said, her body responding in the most natural way it could.

"I thought so," Aiden said, "So... how about we take this party to the bedroom?"

"Oh... Okay," she replied. No wasn't an option. Not with the way her knees shook. Or the way certain other parts decided to quiver as they flushed with heat.

He pinched her butt as they walked to the bedroom. Which she suddenly knew how to get to, for some reason. "Hey!" she said, jumping.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist. You've got a cute butt. What else can I say?"

She turned to face him even as she grabbed the latch for the bedroom door and pushed it openly partly behind her. She tried to look stern, but judging by that grin of his wasn't succeeding in the least. She shoved her finger in his face. "How about sorry?"

"And just what do I have to apologize for?"

She took her finger away and put her hand on her hip. Her naked hip, which she did her best to ignore. "Objectifying my body..." she started, trying to stay serious. Her own growing smile seriously hurt her attempt.

"I'll get right on that... Right after this," he said.

"Right after wha—!" Gwen started. But he grabbed her up in his arms. He pushed her through the doorway. She squealed again, but this time out of enjoyment. The whole way over to the bed, his lips didn't leave her body. They roved over her mouth, her chin, her neck, her chest.

And then he bore her down to the bed, the mattress giving beneath their weight. Still, his lips stayed on her, blazing a hot trail on her flesh. Her body responded to his touches.

Aiden, lying on top of her like he was, pushed one foot gently between her calves. She kept her hands busy, running her fingernails along his shoulder blades before sliding them up into his hair, still damp and fragrant from his shower. He smelled so good. Fresh and clean and manly.

Her body burned with desire. She put up no resistance as he spread her legs apart with his foot. He kept whispering little things into her ear, his lips grazing her earlobe and his breath hot with need on her skin.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he entered her. He kept whispering her name in between kissing her neck and bringing his lips up along her jaw and chin.

"Oh, Aiden..." she said, wrapping her legs around him, locking her ankles at the small of his back so that he couldn't escape. "Aiden... Oh, yes..."

Something started buzzing. She ignored it, or tried to, focusing all her attention on their joined bodies, on the weigh his weight felt on top of her. On the way he filled her.

But she couldn't. That damn buzzing just kept getting louder and louder. The more she tried to concentrate on being with Aiden, the more difficult it became to ignore that buzzing sound.

Didn't it know she was busy? Couldn't it see she was sharing a pleasant morning with a handsome man who clearly knew his business when it came to a woman's body?

That gave her a moment's respite from the buzzing. She concentrated completely on their joining, on the way their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, as though weren't two people but one. One perfect sexual being living entirely within the moment, living entirely for the pleasure of it.

But then the buzzing redoubled. The bedroom started to slip away, with its cream-colored walls and its window with a view of Central Park. It became hazy, indistinct. Then the bed started to fade.