Wild Chance (Wild Irish Universe)(39)

“Do you remember me telling you that one day I’ll give you control of my body?”

Mona gasped. “Yes.”

“Today, is that day. Your wish, Mona Lisa, is my command.”

Mona kissed him before stripping his clothes from his body. Once he was bare for her eyes, Mona Lisa played with him, toyed with his nipples and ensuring she focused on the piercing. The expressions that flowed over his face drove her to a bravery she didn’t know she was capable of. She turned him to face the wall. In that moment, all she wanted to do was touch him, to feel his body tremble for her. But she also wanted something else.

“Stay here,” Mona said. “Don’t move.”

She grabbed the ice bucket and the room key and left. Quick as a flash she was back. She set it on the floor before picking up one piece and setting it between her lips. Using her mouth, Mona dragged the cold piece of ice across his shoulder, relishing the hiss that escaped his throat. When it was melted, she got another for the center of his back. But the thing that caught her attention was Aedan’s ass—muscular, plump, perfect.

Unable to stop herself, she allowed her hand to rise and fall heavily against one cheek.

“Harder.” Aedan implored her.

“Harder what?”

“Now?”

Mona leaned forward and dragged her teeth against his back.

“Shit!” Aedan mewled.

“Harder what, Aedan?”

“Please.”

“Good boy.” Mona gave in to what Aedan wanted, letting her palms rained down on his ass until they were imprinted on the muscled perfection of his skin. He moaned, arching his back to stick his ass out for her. Mona understood it now—the beauty in the relationship she was building with Aedan. He wasn’t afraid to take charge or to give her control. He was strong enough to put his body in her hands and trusted her to know what to do.

For that, Mona knew he deserved something special. She turned him around and slipped to her knees before him. With their eyes locked, Mona pulled him into her mouth. He flowed, hot and tangy against her lips and she ached to have more. Ever part of her body was alive and pulsing for she knew what Aedan could to her body and she wanted it.

Aedan reached down to push her hair from her face and to frame her cheeks with his palms. He stared into her face, his green eyes a storm of carnal possibilities.

“There are condoms in my wallet.” He panted. “We should go to the bedroom.”

But they didn’t make it.

In the horny daze of her mind she heard the sharp sound of material coming apart. A small voice told her she should be furious since she had no other clothes but one of Aedan’s large fingers found her clit, silencing her.

Aedan lifted her against the wall, he found her entrance and lowered her. Mona wrapped her legs around him and took him deeper than she thought possible. She climaxed hard and fast with that first thrust but wanted so much more. Finding his mouth with her own, she rode up and down on him until her back was raw. Even then, she couldn’t seem to control the way she moved.

Aedan grunted with each pulse of his body, kissing her back deeper, sucking on her tongue as though to soothe himself. He moved here around the room—from the wall to the sofa, over the arm of a nearby, chair, against the center table. It was as if he was using her orgasms as his timer to switch locations.

All of it taboo and vulgar and she should be ashamed.

But in the end, Mona begged him to do it again, begged him to engulf her hardened nipples in the warmth of his mouth. She pleaded to feel the sharp fire of his teeth sinking into them only to have his tongue lash away the pain.

When they finally reached the bedroom, Mona was panting, covered in sweat but still craved him.

Aedan shoved her face first into the bed, gripped her hips and pulled her back onto his cock. Any control Mona had was gone then. In that moment, all that existed was him. Every colour, smell, taste, spoken word—was Aedan.

In a blinding array of light, her body shattered around him, drawing him deeper.

“Mona!” He grunted. He leaned forward kissing he sweat cover shoulders even as his body trembled over her.

She slumped forward with his weight on her, but Mona didn’t care. Nothing else mattered but the sweet pulsing between her legs, the imprint of his strong fingers against her arms, her hips and thighs. He’d used her body roughly, but all she wanted to know was…

When can we do that again?




Though they hadn’t meant to stay away overnight, it was probably for the best. Aedan’s leg was beginning to act up and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep the prosthetic on for the day. The moment they made it into their hotel room, he took a shower and removed it. The next morning, his leg felt much better.

Mona wasn’t in bed, but he could hear her speaking on the phone. With a groan, he pushed out of bed, bypassed his prosthetic and hopped out to where she was. He fell into the sofa behind the settee she occupied and pulled her backward into his chest. She hung up the phone and rested her head against his shoulder.

“I ordered us breakfast,” Mona explained. “And I called a nearby store to deliver a new dress. Since the other met with an untimely demise.”

“What? What happened to the one you were wearing yesterday?”

Mona pointed across the room and Aedan arched a brow. There against the back of a chair was her dress—ripped to pieces.