Page 87 of I Knew You Were Trouble

‘I think because picturing you with another guy makes me a little crazy. Because I want to be with you.’

I feel the mattress shift. I think he removes the T-shirt, tossing it. He moves closer to me, and in a moment his hard body is stretched out behind mine, spooning me. His body is so warm. He shifts his hips, pressing himself into my behind, and I lie there, motionless, my breaths growing shallow, feeling in detail his erection bloom from softness into a thick, hard length that runs down the crease of my bottom.

‘Lex,’ he whispers again, close to my ear. ‘Is this okay?’

‘Yes,’ I murmur back.

His hand travels from my hip up my back, where the bra is fastened. With one hand he unclasps it, and the material falls away. The same fingers move back down to my hip, sinking down to my stomach, caressing my skin before gliding upwards to my breasts. He cradles one soft mound in his palm, gently kneading it, before the tip of his thumb drags across my nipple. My head goes back a little at the sensations it sends shooting down my body. Moving upwards, he plays with the other one, a low groan escaping his lips as he squeezes me.

‘You fit my hands perfectly,’ he whispers close to my ear, and I feel an ache between my legs at his words. As though answering my call, his right hand drifts lower again, grazing over my belly button and onwards to the lace hem of my underwear. Seeking entrance, his fingers dip underneath and his hand sinks between my legs, cupping my mound, before his fingers probe my opening. Liquid heat floods through me as I lift my knee a fraction, allowing him full access, and he doesn’t hesitate. Inside my underwear, he uses two fingers to part me, before his middle finger reaches its destination, where he proceeds to draw slow, lazy circles over my centre, dipping south to draw the moisture up over my flesh, teasing my entrance and making me writhe in pleasure.

‘I love touching you like this,’ he whispers, gently nipping my earlobe with his teeth.

‘I love being touched like this,’ I whimper in response.

‘Do you still want it?’ he asks.

‘Even more so than before,’ I say.

‘I want to go down on you,’ he rasps as desire rushes through me, delicious and hot, and still he’s circling my clit at an achingly slow pace with his fingers.

‘Yes,’ I gently moan, and his length twitches, pressing harder into my bottom. ‘Yes, I want that. I need it.’

Aidan lowers his head to my neck, devouring my flesh, kissing and sucking until I’m insane with need, all the while his fingers keeping a steady rhythm, the insides of my thighs slick with my own arousal. There is a tightness coiling between my legs, a dense throb that I can’t, and don’t want to shake.

He goes back to nibbling my earlobe, sucking on my earring. ‘I know you think I hated you,’ he whispers. ‘But I never did. I’ll admit I didn’t like you, but it wasn’t for very long.’

‘When?’ I whimper. ‘When did you stop disliking me?’

‘It was in Seoul,’ he muses, still his fingers keeping their rhythm until I can feel my release building in smaller peaks. ‘When you were answering quiz questions. When the boys asked you about my favourite sexual position, I had images of you and me exploding in my mind. We were naked and I didn’t know where the fuck they came from.’

‘Aidan,’ I groan, the ache between my legs so strong now that I don’t know if I can take much more of his touch. ‘Will you go down on me now?’

With a low groan he rises up and throws off the covers, flipping me onto my back. He teases my knickers down over my bottom and thighs until I’m completely naked in the darkness.

‘Wait,’ Aidan says and he leans over to switch on the bedside lamp. ‘I want to see you.’

Is this happening? The remnants of the alcohol have obliterated any inhibitions I might have had before tonight. A shaft of light sends shadows about the room. His gaze filled with desire, his eyes sweep over my breasts, down my stomach and settle at the tops of my thighs. My nipples stand to attention in the wintery night air, but at this moment, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

‘Open your legs for me,’ he says in a low, gravelly tone.

I do as I’m told, draw up my knees, and allow my thighs to relax a little. I press my hips upwards a fraction, my breaths shallow and rapid and I watch him lower himself down to the bed, settling between my legs, his gaze in the shadows dropping to the most intimate part of me. ‘You’re soaking wet for me,’ he rasps and I whimper with need.

‘Please, Aidan,’ I whisper. ‘Please, please.’

I watch him lower his head. The first contact with his mouth almost makes me bolt off the mattress. My hips buck and strain as his tongue works magic against my folds, sliding upwards and finding my clit, lapping at my flesh and falling back into another steady rhythm that has me whimpering. My head goes back. I’m so close to exploding in his mouth, and just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he finds my opening with two fingers, probing me, before sinking them all the way inside. The walls of my channel clamp down on his fingers, my orgasm exploding as I shatter, Aidan still working my flesh with his tongue as wild whimpers escape my lips uncontrollably, wave after wave of pleasure shooting down my quivering body. When my limbs go limp, I gasp for breath, thinking that this has been the most sensational sexual experience of my life.

Aidan moves his body back upwards, lying by my side, subtely wiping his mouth then drawing me in for a long kiss. How is it that we haven’t even kissed yet? I taste my own arousal on his lips, yet any embarrassment has melted away. Perhaps I’m still a little drunk.

He raises my head, stroking my cheek. ‘Lex,’ he sighs heavily and the sound of my name on his lips makes my stomach flip over.

‘Yes,’ I say back, offering my lips by raising my head.

He pulls away and looks straight into my eyes. ‘Look, please say no if you don’t want to, but—’

I stop him with another kiss. ‘Yes,’ I say, because I want it too. ‘Do you have anything?’

He nods his head towards the light. ‘In the drawer, just there. You’re sure?’

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