Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
He didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t anything to say.
So he kissed her.
She twisted in his lap, her hands coming to rest on his chest. Aiden had every intention of keeping the kiss light and short, but his good intentions went up in smoke the second her lips parted to allow him in. He should have pulled back, or should have kept them on comfortable territory and just fucked her brains out. That was a whole hell of a lot safer than sitting here exploring her mouth while she wore nothing but his shirt.
Giving her that shirt was a statement.
He’d known that. He’d still given it to her.
Charlie shifted, moving back so she could straddle him. She gave him a strange look, but he kissed her again. It was easier than answering the questions in her eyes. And the truth was that he enjoyed the hell out of kissing her. Aiden skimmed his hands up her thighs to cup her ass, bringing her more firmly against him. “Feel how much I want you.”
“I do.” She rolled her hips, and then her mouth was on his again, her tongue slipping out to stroke his bottom lip.
He lost himself in the feel of her, in how the taste of her drove every thought out of his head. Aiden lay back on the bed, taking her with him, and then rolled to settle between her thighs. The move had her shirt hiking up around her hips, something he couldn’t take full advantage of with his slacks still on. He pulled away enough to say, “I’m fucking you tonight.”
“Thank Christ.”
He climbed off the bed and stripped, staring at her all the while. She didn’t try to cover up, just propped herself onto her elbows so she could watch him as closely as he was watching her. The sight of her with just that shirt on—his shirt—and bare from the waist down…Aiden moved faster, shucking off his pants and kicking them away. He took a step toward her but stopped, then retrieved a handful of condoms from where he’d stashed them in his dresser and tossed them onto the bed next to Charlie. She raised her eyebrows but, for once, didn’t comment.
“Those are for later. Right now?” Aiden went to his knees next to the bed and grabbed her hips, dragging her within reach of his mouth. “I’m starving for you, bright eyes.”
* * *
Charlie cried out, her voice hoarse from all the things Aiden had done to her. Time ceased to have meaning, awash as she was in the unbearable pleasure of his mouth. Finally, desperate for more, she jerked away and stopped him from closing the distance with a foot on the center of his chest. Her pink toes looked absolutely ridiculous against his tanned muscles.
Aiden glanced down at her foot. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“No, you’re not.” She pushed a little, forcing him further back. “But I want you.”
He knocked her foot to the side and surged up, taking her mouth as if he couldn’t help himself. He tasted of smoky whiskey and her, the combination making her moan. She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing as much of him against as much of her as possible.
Aiden went to reach between her legs, and she cursed. “Nope.” Charlie shoved him, twisting until he landed on his back, with her across his chest. “You’re a sadist, and while I kind of dig that, I want you inside me.”
His green eyes went dark. “Careful there. That was almost begging.”
“Not even close.” She palmed him, hissing out a breath at the feel of his cock in her hand. A couple strokes was enough to give her a good feel for every inch of him, and she grabbed the closest condom. “Now be a good mob lord and let me have my way with you.”
“There’s only one person who will be having their way, bright eyes.”
Maybe it was the prolonged pleasure from earlier or the fact that she was finally going to get to have sex with him, but she felt downright punch-drunk. “You’re right. Me.” She rolled the condom on and gave him another stroke for good measure. “Now, shh. You talk too much.” She adjusted her angle and sank onto his length.
The feel of him stretching her was almost too much. She gasped, wiggling her hips a little to adjust to the new sensation. “God, Aiden.”
“God doesn’t even enter into the equation.” He gripped her hips, guiding her lower a little at a time until he was sheathed to the hilt. “Fuck. Just…fuck.”
She braced her hands on his chest and began to move, slowly at first and then finding a good rhythm. She watched Aiden’s face, unable to look away. A person shouldn’t be able to brand someone with a single look, but she felt it all the way down to her soul. She shivered, suddenly sure that they’d passed the point of no return.