Page 28 of Troubles

Barely making contact, I feather my fingertips across his skin, naming each of the muscles, circling his nipple, scraping the skin there with my nails.

Heaving out a harsh breath, he grabs my wrist. Neither of us move. We’re stuck here, searching, deciding, reading each other. I know he can feel my pulse is racing. With my hand held firmly in his grasp, he sits up and pulls me closer.

“Lisbeth.” He breathes my name across my lips.

I full-on shiver as he pulls me so I’m straddling him.

With one hand wrapped around my wrist and the other on my hip, Aidan shifts me closer still. All thoughts I’d had that he didn’t want me fly away as he moves his hips again, grinding his cock against me.

Finally—finally—our lips connect, his tongue sweeping along my bottom one. Pushing his way in, he licks my top lip and deepens the kiss, exploring me, devouring me. Ripping my breath away. He places my hands around his neck and grabs me by the backs of my thighs, standing like it’s no effort at all.

His lips never leave mine as he carries me up the stairs to his loft bedroom.

Turning, he sits on the bed, pulling me with him. He slides his hands up my sides, taking my shirt with them, pushing my arms over my head as he launches my tank to the floor. His hands land on my hips and squeeze—just a little—before trailing heat back up my sides to my breasts. They tighten and tingle as his thumbs caress the sides driving me crazy with need before his fingers trail up, pulling the straps of my bra down my arms—pinning them to my sides. Not really trapped, but Aidan stops, holding me there.

“Lisbeth? This okay?” My name rasping across his lips steals my breath away.

All I can do is nod, my fingers tremble as they seek out his plump lower lip. I want this. I’m scared, but I want this.

Reaching behind me, Aidan unhooks my bra and adds it to my tank on the floor. He leans in, whispering, “Gorgeous,” against my skin. I barely catch the word as he kisses across my breast—licking, scraping his teeth along my skin—pebbling my nipples to hard almost painful peaks. Twining my hands in his silky black hair, I gasp at the scrape of his stubble on my sensitive skin.

He pulls back checking my eyes. Okay with what he sees, he slides his hands around to unbutton my shorts, his fingertips trailing along the top of my panties.

I’m surprised, shocked, when he pushes me off him, my feet landing on the floor. I barely keep my balance as I reach for the button, certain he’s changed his mind. Pushing my hands away, he hooks his inside the waistband of my shorts.

“Do you want me to stop? ’Cause I don’t want to, not in the least,” he rasps as he presses open-mouthed kisses from one hip to the other.

“Don’t.” I squirm, his kisses tickle as they fuel the need and desire coursing through me. He starts to pull away. “No, Aidan. Don’t stop.” The words come out on a breath, and I press my hands to his shoulders.

His thumbs dig into the waist of my panties, shoving them and my shorts over my hips until they fall to the floor. Pulling me with him, he moves back to the middle of his bed. His lips gliding up my torso to the underside of my boobs.

I feel exposed as he lies back, his gaze taking in all of me before he meets my eyes again.

“Lisbeth, this is all you. This goes at your pace, love. As fast or slow as you want—or stop when you say.”

My heart skips a beat. He knows me and how much this means to me. He has been so considerate of me. Telling me I have control, when I know deep inside who’s really in charge—and that’s okay with me.

I drag my fingers down his torso and reach between us. Popping the button on his shorts, the zipper spreading wide, I run a fingertip along his boxer briefs, circling the dot of moisture at the tip of his cock. He’s hard—really fucking hard.

Gasping, I fall forward as he bucks his hips, my hands landing hard on his chest. He shoves his shorts and briefs down, his cock exposed. Thumbs press in at my knees, spreading them wider before sliding up the inside of my thighs.

Once again, he pauses silently asking permission—waiting for the dip of my chin before touching me. He slides his thumb from my opening to my peak, spreading my arousal. Circling my clit changing the pressure as he does, bringing me right to the edge. Heart racing, my eyes wide.

He stretches to the side, grabbing a condom from the drawer next to his bed, ripping the package open with his teeth. I whimper when he takes his hand away from me to roll it down his length. The whimper turns to a gasp as he grabs my hips and slides me back and forth over the hard length of his dick. He had me so close before, it takes nothing to set me on edge again.

Aidan relaxes his grip on my hips, giving control back over to me. Letting me make the next move.

Leaning forward, I lift my hips and reach between us, positioning his cock and sliding slowly down his length. I rest my hands heavily on his chest, his wrap around my hips—fingers pressing into my flesh—supporting me, holding me.

His jaw clenches, muscles ticking. Neither of us move, savoring the moment, allowing us both to adjust. Holy shit. I release a trembling breath through pursed lips, closing my eyes and feeling all of him.

“Look at me, Lisbeth. Open your eyes—I need to see you.”

He holds himself back until my eyes, soft and glassy, drift open to meet his heated gaze. Only then, when he’s got that contact, does he start to move—sliding out and thrusting in, the drag of his cock pushes me again. Pushes me back to the edge I’ve already been on too many times. It takes nothing for me to get close—close, but not quite.

He whispers, murmurs, tells me he’s got me. “That’s it, love. Let go…” I’m so close. I can feel my pussy grip him—tightening, squeezing his cock. I just can’t quite get there. I don’t know what to do, how to move, how to make this happen.

“Help me, Aidan. I…can’t…please…” My heart slams in my chest, on the edge of exploding

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