Page 3 of Killer Attraction

A slow smile spread across my face, and he flinched. His eyes dropped to where his hands fumbled with his belt buckle.

“Don’t worry. I will. First, I want to watch you.” Without looking back I sat in the chair behind me, facing the bed. Aiden’s nerves were on full display once he realized he was the only one getting naked.

But I needed to see all that delicious flesh on display just for me. He was mine. And I always got what I wanted in the end.

I watched as Aiden bit his lip before he pulled the belt free and dropped it to the floor. My eyes raked over the skin and muscle he was offering up for me to feast upon. He was much more defined than the frumpy, ill-fitted suit indicated. The urge to reach out and touch him was strong, but I stilled my hand as I watched him step out of his pants.

When Aiden bent down to take his socks off, I surprised both of us by sliding to my knees in front of him. After a moment, I brushed aside the confusion that swirled in me at my unusual desire to place a partner’s pleasure above my own. Gently, I placed my hands on his thighs, and pushed back, indicating I wanted him to sit on the bed.

Thankfully, he complied without comment. But as I slid my hands down and slid his socks off, he let out a soft gasp. I looked up, and the frown between his eyes made me want to slide up and press my lips to his. The instinct to climb on top of him, drive into him, and claim him slammed into me.

“Nate,” he said softly, my name almost a question, as I fought the primal urge to fuck and claim. I promised to make my little bird fly, and I was more determined than ever that he would soar.

Instead of answering him, I pressed a soft kiss to first one, and then the other knee that I was bracketed between. My eyes never left his as I worked my way up until I met the fabric of his boxers. Aiden let out a whimper, and his head fell back as I teased the band before I slid my fingers in and pulled them down, releasing his leaking cock.

A soft hiss escaped from my lips as I watched it bob against his stomach.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Never before had I felt so impatient, so ready to fuck. But I didn’t want that. Not with Aiden.

He was mine, and I wanted to make him feel good.

The opposing needs warred within me. But I didn’t get to where I was in life from being sloppy or careless. And I wasn’t going to start with Aiden.

“Turn around,” I ordered, practically grinding my teeth. “On all fours.”

The wary look he gave me set off a low-sounding alarm in my head. But too many things were already in motion for me to turn back now.

His fate had been sealed long ago, he just didn’t know it yet.

CHAPTER THREE

AIDEN

I hadn’t been sure what to expect with Nate. One glance, and I knew he would be the dominant type, which I didn’t mind at all. I had a stressful job and an even more stressful life, so if I could just relax and let go when it came to sex, then I was down.

But there was also something about him that made me wary. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I felt like there was something I couldn’t trust.

So when he told me to turn around, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to turn my back on him. I realized if I didn’t feel safe and comfortable with him, then I probably shouldn’t be having sex with him. But that was the thing, I wasn’t sure that was the problem.

As I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned to settle on my elbows and knees, I realized that while I did feel safe with him, I didn’t trust him.

But something besides horniness was tickling my lizard brain. Something that told me this man was dangerous.

But did I care?

No.

The only thing I cared about was getting his dick inside of me as soon as possible. Then he’d be gone, and I wouldn’t have to see him again or worry about what my feelings meant.

When Nate’s hand softly stroked down my spine, I jumped but also leaned into the touch as though I were a cat being petted.

Fuck, that felt good.

It had been too long since I’d had sex. Definitely too long if a simple touch made me feel like I was going to blow.

“Please,” I panted, my head falling onto my clasped hands on the bed.

He hummed, his hands still slowly gliding over my heated flesh. “What do you need, little bird?”

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