Wild Chance (Wild Irish Universe)(34)

The minutes melted into hours, but Mona soaked it all in. Aedan, rested his head on her lap while she flipped through one of her favorite magazines. She’d used to protect the basket from the hot bowl of chili she’d made. Leaning over, she pulled a pen from her purse and folded the magazine.

“Okay, at what age did you first have sex?” she asked.

“Um…” Aedan shifted. “Seventeen.”

“Seventeen? Dang—you were young.”

“Yeah—and stupid. Thought I knew everything and neither of us had a clue what we were doing. You?”

“Twenty-two. I was a late bloomer.”

Aedan chuckled. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“I guess. Now—when was your first kiss?”

“I was thirteen—Hilary Mason.” Aedan chuckled. “I remember I didn’t want anything to do with girls back then. She and her friends chased me, held me down and kissed me. It wasn’t really a kiss as you and I know it, but…”

“Awwww.”

Aedan laughed.

“What colour do you think is sexiest on a woman?”

“What are you doing?” Aedan shifted.

“This quiz. It says by doing it I will know all there is to know about my partner’s sexual nature.”

Aedan reached for the magazine to look at the quiz himself. “You don’t need a magazine to learn about my sexual nature. I thought you already figured that out.”

Mona’s cheeks heated.

“And, if you haven’t yet.” Aedan continued. “I would be your very happy and willing teacher.”

Before she could figure out a comeback, a raindrop landed on her nose. She frowned and looked up. At some point large, dark clouds had rolled in. She hadn’t noticed and now, raindrops were landing faster and faster. She thought Aedan would scramble to get up, but he didn’t.

He set the magazine beside her thighs and closed his eyes. A smile spread his lips even as his fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt. Once his chest was bare to the caresses of the water, Mona couldn’t remember any man looking more beautiful to her.

In that moment, Aedan was at peace.

Mona caressed a tender hand down his chin to his chest and stopped over a tattoo of a turtle that sat on his right pec. She traced the outlines of it with a finger.

“Make love to me, Aedan.”

He turned his head and opened his eyes to meet her gaze. “Okay, let’s go inside.”

“No…right here.” She slipped from beneath his head and he sat up. While he watched, she lifted her dress over her head, showing him the blue lace adorning her skin. Before leaving Baltimore, she had stashed a condom in the outside section of the basket. A girl couldn’t be too prepared—especially when going out with a stud like Aedan.

Mona stifled a giggle, and set it in Aedan’s large palm. “Don’t hold back. Give it to me as wild as you want to.”

“Mona…” His voice cracked.

“I won’t break.” She turned to face away from him and assumed the position on all fours.

The crinkle of plastic was the only reply she received from him before a large finger found her. She arched her back as he played here like a tuned instrument.

With the rain beating down her bare back, Mona took Aedan hard and fast. He pushed in so hard, her toes curled, and her eyes rolled back. Her hands trembled on the wet blanket before bunching it in her palms.

“Was this what you had in mind?” Aedan asked.

But she had no answer. Every word she wanted to say was garbled in her throat with a thrust of his hips.

“Answer me, Mona Lisa.”

She whimpered.

Aedan tangled his fingers in her wet hair and tugged her neck back. His free palm found her throat and caressed with a little pressure. “I asked you a question.” His mouth moved against her ear before biting the lobe.

“Can’t—think…”

“Then maybe.” Aedan slipped the hand on her throat down her neck to one breast. He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched. “Maybe we should stop.”

“No! Please! Harder.”

But Aedan pulled from her. Mona groaned, turned around and tackled him. He landed off the blanket and with a splash in a puddle that was growing in the grass. He grunted but she could see he was smirking at her.

“You’re not done yet,” Mona Lisa said.

She climbed over him and impaled herself to him. Bracing her palms into his chest, Mona Lisa rode him, rolling her hips and tossing her head back to allow the water to beat against her chest. Aedan reached up to fondle her breasts, squeezing, massaging.

Mona threw herself into the blinding desires that swelled from the tips of her toes. She allowed it to trail through her, to charge up her spine like a spark of electricity. Her toes curled on their own as she dug her nails into his chest, squeezed her eyes closed and allowed her orgasm to ravish her being.

Weak, Mona eased off him and skidded back to the blanket as she used one hand to push wet hair off her forehead. Her vision cleared in time for her to see Aedan pushing to his right knee. His muscular body moved with practiced ease—his amputated leg didn’t seem to slow him down at all. There was a masterful elegance in how he carried his body—the way he positioned himself to get what he wanted—namely her. Aedan came after her, his green eyes locked on her like a missile. In that moment she felt like prey.