Page 47 of Troubles

Our room faces the ocean and the view is breathtaking. I gaze at it briefly before hearing the thud of our bags hitting the floor.

I turn just as Aidan reaches me and backs me up against the glass door. His arms are braced on the glass by my head, his body pressing mine into the glass. “I want to do this right. Last night didn’t go how I hoped, but I don’t want to wait to have you.” His eyes are dark, like the sky at midnight. They bounce between mine. “I will take you to dinner to celebrate. I will show you off to the world, but I need you, love.”

It takes a moment, a heartbeat more, for my brain to catch up with his body, but when his lips crash against mine, nothing else matters. Not a thing. I wrap my hands around his back, pushing his shirt up. His muscles shift and flex as he slides a hand behind my neck. He palms the back of my head before tangling his fingers in my hair. Gripping it tightly, he tilts my head back holding me just where he wants me, deepening the kiss. And my need for him takes over.

His shirt is tight to his body and I struggle getting it out of my way. Aidan reaches back and pulls it off, breaking away only long enough to pull it past our lips.

“Jesus, Lisbeth, I can’t get you close enough.” He dances his finger across my skin, popping open my bra as he kisses from my jaw down my neck to the crook of my shoulder. And just like that, my shirt and bra are gone and his huge hands are palming my breasts. Pushing them up and together, he sucks a nipple into his mouth. Sucks hard and bites down sending a zing of pleasure and pain straight through my core.

I arch my back and slide down the glass, caught up in the exquisite things Aidan is doing to me. My nipple releases with a pop from his lips as he reaches down, wrapping his hands around the back of my thighs, lifting and turning me toward the wall.

“No fucking way anyone gets to see you, only me ever again. Lisbeth, you’re mine now, yeah? Only mine.” His growled words send shivers down my spine.

I wrap my fingers into the front of his waistband, pulling him to me while pushing him away at the same time. He groans into my mouth as my fingers brush against his cock. His skin hot to my touch. I pop the button and zipper, shoving at his shorts.

“Need these gone, please.” My voice is husky with lust. This passion, desire, is not something I have ever felt before. I can’t get him in me fast enough. It’s almost desperation.

With his hips pinning me to the wall, he pushes at his shorts until they’re gone. Kicked to the side with his shoes. He sets me on my feet, flicking the button on my shorts and slides his hands around my hips, pushing, gliding along my skin. As the last of my clothing slides down my legs, Aidan grips tightly to my hips, fingers stretching across my ass. My breath hitches as even his big hands can’t span that far. This is so not the time for my doubt to show itself. I try to fight it, but I know I tense.

“Don’t you dare get self-conscious on me, Lisbeth. I love every-fucking-thing about you.”

He wraps my legs around him again, lifting me up against the wall. After tearing at each other’s clothes it’s a relief to feel his skin on mine, feel the head of his cock drag across my clit as he tilts his hips. Slow, crazy friction makes me pant in anticipation.

“Aidan, please…” I beg, “…Oh God, please… I need you, I need…” My words cut off as he fills me with one thrust. My mouth falls open, my gasp brushing across his neck.

My world is centered here, in this moment. There is nothing but heat and desire. Full to the brim with Aidan and need and love.

He pauses, for a fraction of a moment, giving me time to adjust. Getting himself under control. It doesn’t last more than a heartbeat and he flexes his hips, pulling and pushing, each thrust punctuated with a groan and a gasp. Building and climbing, each of us desperate for the other.

All the pent-up frustration from last night, from the long drive, erupts with a snap of his hips and I fall apart. I gasp as I try to pull in a breath, shuddering around him, pulsing and trembling. Clinging to him with all that I have. Aidan draws out my orgasm, thrusting, chasing his own. With his face buried in my neck, panting and gasping, I feel his cock swell even more. His movements erratic, fingers digging into my flesh, he groans as he shudders and spills deep inside me.

My hands grip at the muscles of his shoulder and the back of his head, holding this man as tightly to me as I can. Oh my God.

“Jesus, love.” His words vibrate against my ear sending another wave of shivers through my whole body.

Pulling his face from my neck, Aidan leans back to meet my eyes.

“Do—do you need to put me down?” I start to squirm, but end up moaning as his dick twitches inside me.

Aidan chuckles and does it again—the twitching thing—and gets rewarded with another moan from me.

“I don’t. You need to quit that shite, Lis. You’re gorgeous, so just leave it, yeah? Hold tight.” As I brace my arms around his neck, he pulls us back from the wall and heads to the bathroom, carrying me like it’s no big deal.

He sets me down on the cold countertop and pulls his cock out of me. His hands are heavy on my thighs as he leans back to watch. “Fuck, Lisbeth. I—we didn’t—” The realization crashes into him. We’ve always used a condom before. His wide eyes snap up to mine, panic evident all over his features.

“It’s okay, Aidan. Stop.” My hands on either side of his neck, thumbs caressing his cheeks trying to soothe his worry. “I have an IUD. We’re okay—it’s okay.” I guess we’ve not talked about this. We just have always, religiously, used a condom. His eyes bounce back and forth between mine, searching—almost pleading. “I promise, it’s okay.”

The relief whooshes out of him in the breath he was holding. “I promised you I would take care of you, always. I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve always used protection. Always. You put your trust in me and I—Christ.” His words still carry the sharp edge of panic.

“Stop. Trust me, Aidan. I would have stopped you if it wasn’t okay. Please let it go, we have to trust each other, it’s not just you proving yourself to me.”

I pepper his lips with small kisses, willing him to relent and relax into me. But he’s not done.

“I do—I trust you with everything I am, but you have to know. You have to know that I would never do anything to fuck with your dreams. Everything you’ve worked for—that’s what matters.” His words go straight to my heart. He’s so intent on putting me first, making sure I’m okay. That I’m taken care of.

“I know.” I pull him to me and quiet him with a kiss, sweeping my tongue along the seam of his lips. Wanting to show him we’re good, begging him to open up to me and let this go.

Finally, finally he returns my kisses—letting me in with a groan. Our tongues tangle, the kiss growing in intensity.

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