Page 79 of Between the Lines

He chuckles and shifts his thumb to my clit. “That’s good. You’re so good for me, Charlotte.”

He withdraws his finger and then pushes it back inside, thrusting slowly and at the same tempo as his thumb circling my clit. It’s delicious and electric, and I can’t recall the last time just being touched felt this good. Knowing it’s Aiden, that he’s seeing how I respond, and that he’s right here with me…

“I’m going to come,” I whisper. “If you keep going.”

His lips dip down to my neck. That spot he had discovered, and another shiver runs through my body. My feet turn flat on the couch, my hips rise to meet his hand.

“That’s it, Chaos.” He shifts his weight and smooths his free palm over my hair. “I want you to come.”

I arch my back again, and this time, he seems to know what I want. His mouth descends on my nipple through the fabric of my camisole, and I feel the faint scrape of his teeth.

Aiden adds another finger to the one already inside me. The stretch is a pleasant burn, and then there’s only the best kind of fullness. He curves the fingers up, caressing that elusive spot within.

“That’s right.” His voice is deep, and right next to my ear. Indecent. Decadent. His thumb keeps pushing down on my clit. “Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

I couldn’t hold on even if I tried. My eyes drift close, and my chest rises and falls too fast. The pleasure spreading from his touch is almost painful. Almost, but not quite. I reach down to grip his forearm with both of my hands. It doesn’t stop his movements.

“Oh my God.” The orgasm barrels through me. My back arches off the couch, and my thighs close around his hand.

Aiden holds me through it, rolling onto his side to avoid crushing me. “You’re so good,” he mutters, his fingers still thrusting inside me. “That’s it. You’re so pretty, so sweet…”

I turn my face into his shoulder. “Aiden,” I whisper. I feel wrung-out and pleasantly loose.

He kisses my forehead. Between my legs, his fingers continue to gently stroke along my folds. “Good girl.”

I close my eyes and breathe him in. Cologne and soap and just the faintest hint ofhim—warm skin and man. The world slowly filters back in. The lights and the soft upholstery of the sofa beneath me.

The rigid length pressed against my hip.

I pull my head back, lips just inches from his. “You’re hard,” I whisper. I reach between our bodies and trace the formidable weight in his pants.

He closes his eyes. “Impossible not to be.”

I stroke him awkwardly through the fabric. The idea of having this inside me again, of him back on top of me… His breath speeds up.

I press a light kiss on his jaw. “Let’s take care of that. I’m all warmed up.”

He pats my clit one final time and then pulls my thong back into place.

“No,” he mutters and lifts my hand off his crotch.

I dig my teeth into my bottom lip. The rejection shouldn’t sting, but it does, and I shift onto my elbow. Look away from his gaze.

Aiden won’t let me. He wraps his arm around my waist. “Not because I don’tacheto, Chaos. But this is enough for one night. For our first night doing this again. You’ve been drinking.”

I meet his stare and see the decision there. “I’m not drunk.”

“You’re influenced.” He traces a thumb over my lower lip. “And so am I.”

“This is because of what I… because I stopped…”

He shakes his head once, but the confirmation is in his eyes. “Not only that.”

“But it made you think that I…?”

“That we don’t need to rush things? Yes.” He kisses me. His lips are still strong, still warm, but it’s a kiss goodbye.

And it’s a promise.

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