Page 186 of Between the Lines

“Wrong choice,” I say and lock my hands behind my neck. “But I love you for trying. And so will they, once they get to know the real you. No wine, no fancy cars. Just you.”

CHAPTER 66

CHARLOTTE

Two weeks later

“Aiden.” My voice comes out hoarse.

His hair is dark between my thighs, his tongue moving over my clit. The toy inside me is pulsing with steady, tantalizing vibrations that have my nerves wired high.

He doesn’t stop. I twist my hips and he follows, his lips suctioning around my clit.

My hands are tied to the bedframe using two of his ties.

It had been my idea, my old fantasy, one I’d confessed to him last night.

It didn’t take him long to re-enact it.

“Please,” I whisper. The pleasure is riding me hard and I don’t know if I can come another time. I’ve come twice already and my nerves are shot.

He nudges the vibrator inside of me with his other hand, turning the angle so the sensations hit that spot inside of me.

Liquid heat flows through me and then rises so quickly, it robs me of breath. He flicks his tongue a few times over my clit and I break apart with a shout.

My orgasm is short and intense, spreading like a burst of wildfire. It turns into pain at the end and I use my knees to try to force Aiden’s head up.

He looks up at me, eyes ablaze and mouth smiling. “That was a good one, sweetheart.”

I pant against the bed, my arms still locked above my head. “I can’t do one more.”

“Sure about that?” He blows down gently on my clit, and a shiver runs through me. Without looking, he lowers the vibrations on the toy still inside me.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’m sure. If you make me come one more time, I think I’ll start crying, and I’ll be a mess for the rest of the day. And I have a meeting to get to.”

Aiden kisses the inside of my thigh, up to the crook where my leg meets my pussy. He takes a deep breath before gently pressing a closed-mouth kiss to my clit.

A whimper escapes me.

“I’ll let you go, sweetheart.” He pulls the toy from me with a soft sound, and I feel abruptly empty. Unfulfilled. I might be done with my orgasms for the day, nerves too frazzled, but I haven’t had him inside me.

He puts the toy aside and smooths his large hands over my thighs. He’s in nothing but his boxer-briefs, his hair still a bit damp from his morning shower. It hangs over his forehead in a much messier hairstyle than his usual one.

He looks so good. Dark hair on his chest, a line disappearing down into his underwear.

He’s hard. I can make out the shape of him, heavy against the fabric.

Aiden looks me over with those eyes that make me feel like the sexiest woman who’s ever lived. I lift my back a little, tits up, and his eyes zero in on my nipples.

“I have a little more time,” I say, “before I need to shower.”

His hands come to rest at my knees. “Oh?”

“Yes.”

His lips curve. “And what do you want, if it’s not to come?”

“I want you to come,” I say, and spread my knees wide in a clear invitation. “Inside me.”

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