Page 11 of Between the Lines

“Chaos,” he murmurs, and his mouth moves down my cheek. To my neck.

I use my newfound freedom to breathe in deep. His hair tickles my skin, and his lips brush the sensitive skin at the hollow of my throat.

He kisses down my body. His lips close around a nipple, and there’s a punch of hot pleasure through me. It races downward, setting off a throbbing.

He runs a hand down my thigh, and then up the inside. Tremors roll over my skin at the light pressure of his fingers. And then, without missing a beat, his touch ghosts between my legs.

My breath hitches. I didn’t realize I was this sensitive, but hours of playing, of undressing, of anticipation have set me off.

And I didn’t come earlier.

I’m still in my panties. But he caresses through the fabric with casual, careful strokes. “So rude of me,” he mutters, kissing across my breastbone, “to have interrupted you earlier.”

CHAPTER 5

CHARLOTTE

I arch into his kisses, wanting him back to tease my other nipple in the same way. “You can make it up to me now.”

He finds my hand and pulls it down my stomach. Lifts the waistband of my panties and pushes my palm between my legs.

“Touch yourself,” he demands.

My fingers are already there, and I start circling. Even as I feel another hot pang of embarrassment. No one had ever seen me touch myself before, and now this man had seen it twice in one day.

“I thought you were going to make it up to me,” I say.

He’s beside me on the bed—large, tanned. Thick hair, mussed. The outline of his erection is a thick club beneath his boxer briefs.

He looks me over, and there’s such sharp appreciation there that my embarrassment disappears. “I will.”

He reaches for the vibrator he’d thrown on the bed. And then, he goes to stand at the end of the bed and grips my ankles. Pulling me closer to the edge, he runs his hands down my legs, my thighs, teasing me several times along the waistline of my underwear before gripping the material.

I stop circling my clit.

Aiden tuts. “Keep going,” he says and tugs my panties down my legs.

So I continue, and feel scorched by his eyes, locked on the skin between my legs he’s revealing. And my fingers, pressing down right where I always touch myself.

“Fuck,” he mutters. My panties make it to my ankles, resting against his chest. “Fuck, Chaos. You don’t know how turned on I am.”

“I haven’t touched you yet,” I whisper.

“Just as well.” He throws my panties away without looking where they land. When they’re fully off, he touches me. Fingers on my clit, slipping down through my folds.

It’s intimate, and vulnerable, to have all his focus resting between my splayed legs. “Kiss me again,” I whisper.

Aiden’s eyes gleam, and he bends down, pressing his lips to mine. Somewhere during our makeout session, he finds the vibrator again. He rearranges us, pulling me up against his chest while he leans against the headboard. I sit between his legs. My back to his front.

One of his hands is playing with my nipple. The other settles the vibrator between my open legs. He props it against my clit. It’s at the lowest setting, a rumbling that stimulates my sensitive skin. When I’m breathing hard, he slides his thick finger inside me.

A gasp escapes me. I drop my head back, resting it against his shoulder. He kisses my neck, and the combination of sensations is so strong that pleasure quickly swells through me.

“Look at yourself,” he tells me.

I look in the mirror through half-lidded eyes. It’s catching almost all of us. Him, large behind me. Me, splayed out and naked in his tan arms.

And his hand between my legs, another gripping my small breast in his hand. My boobs have always been tiny. Anotherinsecurity I don’t usually have time to think about during quick hookups like this.

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