The Pretend Girlfriend (A Billionaire Love Story #1)(71)

His lips relished her mouth, then slid down her chin, and from there, her neck. His stubble prickled her smooth skin, adding another element to the sensation.

"You always smell so nice..." Aiden said, "I need to know how you taste..." His fingers pulled the straps of her sundress and bra down, leaving her shoulders bare so that he could kiss those too.

Heat blossomed in Gwen's stomach and moved down. She couldn't get enough of his kisses. While his mouth busied itself exploring her shoulders, his hands dropped down to the small of her back. Even through the thin material of the dress, she could feel the heat from him soaking into her skin.

And then his hands dropped lower, cupping her bottom, squeezing her with need and appreciation.

His fingers came back up, slipping between her dress and skin for a moment to undo the clasp of her bra with a single deft stroke.

Gwen's fingers tangled in Aiden's hair as he pulled her dress down farther, allowing her breasts to spill out. Her nipples stiffened with desire, and the sudden touch of air. Aiden's fingers traced in teasing lines around her breasts, and his mouth moved down to her cleavage.

He played her body like a master musician played their instrument. Where he got such skills from, Gwen didn't care. All she wanted was for him to put every ounce of his ability into her.

"Do you taste this good all over?" Aiden said, smiling up at her.

"I don't know. Why don't you try kissing me all over and letting me know how that goes?" Gwen said. That smile of his was infectious, and that mouth of his too good to ignore. So she kissed him again.

His lips parted, commanding hers to follow suit. Their tongues met, gently at first, but soon desperate. As though unable to keep the teasing up, Aiden's warm fingers and palms slid up to engulf her breasts.

When he'd first pulled her dress down, Gwen actually felt a little self-conscious. Would he like me? Is this really happening? Why does this feel so good, are things allowed to feel this good? All those questions and more flashed through Gwen's mind. But she knew that her doubts were unfounded. He liked her, appreciated her, wanted her. She could tell that from the insistent pressure of his hands, from the way he kissed her.

One part of her wanted everything to happen right away, as quickly as possible. More of her appreciated drawing out the now-inevitable conclusion, letting the desire and heat within surge to ever greater heights.

Gwen undid his tie and slid it out of his collar. Letting that drop to the floor, she started on his shirt buttons, popping them out one by one to reveal the white undershirt beneath that was all that stood between her and the fit body it hid.

Aiden let her push his shirt and jacket back down his shoulders, and then he began trying to pull his arms out. But Gwen stopped him, holding the jacket tight to keep his arms pinned behind his back. He smiled at her.


"You've got me," he said, "I surrender."

He tried to kiss her, but she pulled back just out of reach. "I guess that means I can do whatever I want with you... To you," Gwen replied. She let her lips graze his, fighting back the urge to give in and stop the teasing the whole time.

"What do you want to do to me?" Aiden said, his eyes sparkling with flirtatious heat.

Gwen shot back a wolfish grin, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

She kissed him again, and relaxed her hold on his jacket so that he could finally slip out of it. His arms slipped around her waist, tightening to pull her closer.

And then he picked her up, slipping one arm beneath her knees while she clutched at him to keep from falling.

"What are you doing?" she said as he stood up, holding her with ease. It was an interesting feeling. No man had ever held her like that before.

"The couch isn't the right place for this," Aiden said. He then carried her down the hall, opened the bedroom door, and set her down on the bed. He lay down beside her, pulling her close so that they could kiss again. Grabbing her knee, he pulled it so that her thigh rested on his.

And then his hand slid up her thigh to hook a finger onto the bottom of her dress and begin drawing it upwards.

Reaching her bottom, he discovered the cotton panties she'd pulled on that morning. For another moment, Gwen felt self conscious. She cursed herself for not putting on a pair of sexier underwear, like a thong or something. Although she did count her blessings that she hadn't decided on a pair of granny panties or the like.

Then again, she thought as Aiden nuzzled her neck, how could I have possibly known this was going to happen?

But just as before, her self-consciousness lasted for only a moment. Aiden didn't care about her panties. He hooked a finger into the elastic waistband and began sliding them down. She rolled onto her back as he went onto his knees to finish the process of removing her panties.

Of course, Gwen got over-eager which resulted in a minor tangling incident as he tried to pull them off her ankles.

She was thankful it was dark in his bedroom, so that he couldn't see her blushing at her own eagerness.

Again, Aiden said and did nothing to point out her little goofs. No, he went down to the foot of her bed and kissed her ankles, then her calves. Her skin prickled with gooseflesh as she spread her legs, exposing herself to him. A wave of nervous desire washed through her as she did so, at once wanting his lips to continue working their way upwards while also trying desperately to remember whether she'd kept everything tidy down there when she'd showered.