Page 166 of Between the Lines

I arch into him, my nipples against his chest. “What part?”

“That you’re… falling for me. That you don’t want to stop what’s happening between us.”

I rest my forehead against his. “Okay,” I whisper. I repeat the words and feel him twitch in my hand.

He groans again and then pulls away from me completely.

“I’m already too close,” he mutters and reaches for my panties. He shimmies them down my legs and pushes my thighs apart. Any lingering self-consciousness in me is long since gone.

It’s been replaced by the warm blanket of need he surrounds me with.

“So pretty,” he murmurs and leans between my legs. This time, I surrender right away to the sensations his tongue produces. Let them sweep through me until tears well in my eyes for an entirely different reason. He curls his fingers inside me and sucks on my clit, and I break apart like he’s taught me to do, effortlessly and without any shame. There’s enough of it out in the real world.

It doesn’t belong in bed with us, too.

I rake my hand through his hair. His dedication to my pleasure has been the most surprising thing in all of this. I had no idea sex could be like that.

“Come here,” I murmur, pulling him between my legs. I want to see him. Feel his skin against mine.

Aiden braces himself on an elbow beside my face. His shoulders are broad, the hair on his head and chest the same brown color. In the dimmed spotlight, his green eyes are dark.

He reaches between us and grips himself. Notches against my entrance and then, slowly, with his eyes on mine, pushes inside me.

I love this part.

He groans when he’s fully seated, his forehead resting on mine.

Both of us are breathing hard.

When he starts to move, it’s with slow, rolling thrusts that I feel deep within. I wrap my legs around him and lock my ankles behind his lower back. Run my nails all over his back.

Aiden reaches out to his bedside table and grabs my vibrator, the small one that has been my solo companion during all my trips.

He tucks it between our bodies, against my clit.

“Lowest setting,” I tell him and stretch my arms out above my head. Luxuriating in him, in the heat, the feeling of being filled. “I want to come when you do.”

Aiden groans. “It’s like you were made for me.”

The vibrations and his deep thrusts make my breath hitch.Oh.This won’t take long at all.

He settles atop me, my nipples brush his chest. “Stay,” he says in between thrusts.

“I’m here.”

“After the memoir’s done.” He kisses my neck. “Stay in LA to write your own book. Live here. Figure it out.”

A wave sweeps through me. It’s desire, it’s need, and it’s something else I can’t name. All I know is that it’s big and terrifying and delicious.

The fire inside my chest is scorching, and I have to close my eyes against another sudden swell of tears.

“Stay here with me,” he repeats. He’s everywhere—deep inside me, above me, around me.

We have things to figure out. Things to talk about. But right now, all that feels trifling, and my brain can’t hold on to a single thought.

I grip him tighter against me. Arms, legs. Flex my inner muscles around his cock, and he groans against my neck.

“I’ll stay.”

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