Page 48 of Troubles

He hikes my leg higher, my calf over the top of his ass. He keeps his hand on my leg, the other winding around my back. Fingers skate upward tracing designs I can’t quite figure out with the way he’s kissing me. I can’t think about anything other than the way he’s holding me, wrapping me up in him. I don’t need anything else, just this. Just Aidan.

He angles his hips, hard again, his cock sliding through my slick center. Teasing me, getting closer and closer. Closer to where I want him with each pass, but not quite there.

I squeeze my hand between us, running my palm down my belly. He rocks back, dragging the head of his cock down, teasing, driving me mad. A gasp escapes me as my thumb circles my clit, rubbing in lazy circles. I’m waiting, waiting for that moment when he moves to drag his dick back to my clit. As he drives up again, I push down with my fingers guiding him where I want him. Where I need to feel him.

“Christ, Lisbeth. You feel like heaven. You’re sure this is okay? I don’t ever want anything between us again, but Jesus, Mary and Joseph…” He starts rocking gently, small concentrated movements, but with the way he’s locked his arms around me I can’t move. He’s got complete control.

The teasing, the buildup, the rock of his hips—where his cock is hitting me.

“Yes…yes…oh God, Aidan…please…” I beg for him—to do what, I don’t know, but I’m breathless and needy. And I feel myself coming apart all around him. Pulsing and panting, I come undone.

With my legs wobbly like jelly, I step under the hot steamy water. Aidan keeps hold of me, knowing I could melt into a puddle of goo at any moment. How did I get so lucky?

It’s still so hard for me to believe this is all real. Aidan’s soapy hands glide over my shoulders and kneed at the muscles of my back before skimming down my sides. I yelp as he tickles me, grabbing tightly to him so I don’t slip and fall.

“Hmmm—this is a waste of time. I’m just going to spend the rest of the night getting you dirty all over again.” His hands are all over me, running up and down me, around my ass and down the backs of my thighs as he lowers to his knees. My fingers tangle in his hair as he presses hungry kisses to my belly, his fingers sliding in toward my center.

I feel it before it happens and there is nothing I can do about it. My muscles stiffen and Aidan looks up searching my face for the problem. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry when my stomach chooses this totally sexy moment to growl—loud.

Aidan’s eyes crinkle and the laugh that launches from him echoes through the shower. I could die of embarrassment—just die right here.

“I’ll be quick, love. And then we’ll get you fed.” He mumbles something more but it doesn’t matter as he licks and nips his way to my pussy. I’m so sensitive, it takes no time for my orgasm to rip through me. He slides his body up mine as he stands, holding me tight the entire time. “You ready for dinner now?”

Wrapped in a towel and brain still fuzzy from orgasms, I open my bag to grab panties and a t-shirt. Sitting on the top of the things I packed, are a cute dress and my maroon shoes.

“What do you want me to order for you?” Aidan calls from the other side of the room.

There’s a piece of paper tucked into one of the shoes. I close my bag, biting my lip to hide the smile I know will scrunch up my eyes.

“Lis, what do you want for dinner?” Bag in tow, I head for the bathroom to get ready.

“I thought you were taking me out tonight. Showing me off to the world?”

His head whips up just as the door slams shut behind me.

29

Aidan

The restaurant takes my reservation, though at this hour, I probably don’t need one. I’d have been more than happy to stay in, wrapped up in Lis and order room service. But when she opened her bag, and closed it as fast as she could, she asked if we were still going out to dinner.

Yes, I’d told her I couldn’t wait to take her out and show her off to the world. I meant that, but tonight I just want to be with her. And love her.

I do—I love her. But I’m afraid that telling her will spook her again.

I check my watch and push myself out of the chair. “Are ye ready, love? They’ve a table for us, we should go soon.”

Not a fucking thing could prepare me for the sight of her walking out of the bathroom. There is nothing revealing about the black dress she’s wearing—high neck, sleeves to her elbows, full skirt to her knees. But it hugs her tits, cinching in at her tiny waist, flaring over her hips and arse. Sweet Jesus.

My eyes blaze a trail down her body, lingering on every delicious curve, but the best part? She’s wearing those fucking shoes. The dark red ones from last night. The ones I couldn’t get out of my head.

Licking my lips, I drag my lascivious gaze back up over every one of those bloody curves until she extends her arm, a slip of paper in her hand.

“Not sure if this is for you or me, but it’s from Gracyn.” She’s got a brow cocked and the smirk on her blood-red lips is distracting as all hell.

I’m rooted to where I stand, knowing that if I move, it’ll be to scoop her up and take her back to bed. Fuck the dinner reservations.

The sway of her hips as she saunters toward me, skirt swishing back and forth, toes peeping out of those sexy-as-fuck shoes. By the grace of God, I get myself together enough to take the paper from her delicate fingers.

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