Page 102 of I Knew You Were Trouble

My hands rest against his shoulders as he trails kisses down my neck. I shudder, thinking back to our journey through Manhattan this morning, so Cal could plead Bianca’s forgiveness. It’s been the longest day.

‘Cal brought Bianca to the dinner,’ Aidan sighs. ‘I mean, just as a friend, you know, but I wished I could have taken you.’

I gaze up at him, running my hands down his T-shirt before sliding my fingers underneath the hem. ‘One day,’ I manage to whisper before he captures my mouth again.

It’s still dark outside when Aidan’s alarm goes at five a.m.

I squint, feeling him shift in the bed before it is silenced and all I can hear is some distant traffic noise. The electric fire has been on low all night. I turn and face him, his profile just visible in the shadows. Unshowered and unshaven, Aidan McArthur is still an Adonis.

My eyes drift shut, memories of last night making my nerve endings tingle.

Reaching out and touching his hair, I stroke his face.

‘What time do you have to leave?’ I ask quietly.

He groans, his voice still thick with sleep. ‘Someone will come knocking on my door in about half an hour.’

My fingers slide to his bicep. ‘Have you got time for another bath?’

He hums a little laugh. ‘I wish I did. I’d want you naked in there with me, like last night.’

I feel a rush of heat between my thighs at the memory of our shared bath. I don’t have long before I need to leave.

I lower my hand, sliding my flat palm down his solid abdomen, my fingertips coming into contact with his shaft. Perhaps because it’s early morning, but he’s already a little hard. Gripping him, I give him a firm stroke, and within seconds he’s filled my hand, accompanied by a low, satisfied groan. I shift a little closer, continue the movement of my hand.

‘You have a busy schedule today,’ I whisper. ‘I probably won’t see you.’

His hands reach for me. ‘I’ve got ten minutes before I have to shower and shave,’ he whispers, rolling me onto my back and trailing lazy kisses over the curve of my shoulder. ‘That’s six hundred seconds. Then it’s the performance followed by back-to-back interviews all day. What are you going to do if you get hit with a sexual urge at lunch and I’m not here to satisfy you?’

My laugh is languid. ‘Then like a big girl, I’ll satisfy myself,’ I say, and his body stiffens at my words.

‘Care to demonstrate?’ he rasps, lowering his mouth to one breast, and on the other teasing out the nipple with his thumb.

I’m on my back. I feel the pressure of his fullness between my legs, where I’m already getting wetter.

‘Would you like me to?’ I ask.

Aidan moves to one side. Reaching over, he switches on the bedside lamp to a low light. Together with the fire, it bathes everything in a sensual glow. He hauls himself up on one elbow, pushing back the covers so he can look down the line of my naked body.

‘Mmm,’ he says.

Watching him, still lying on my back, I slide the tips of two fingers on my right hand into my mouth, sucking on them. Aidan lets out another hum of approval.

I feel a throb of need under his gaze. On the sheets, I draw up my knees towards my chest, parting my thighs, sliding my fingers straight down to my folds and finding the spot that I know can make my body convulse, caressing and circling it.

‘I like you watching me,’ I murmur up at him and Aidan silences me with another wild kiss, only tearing himself away to watch what I am doing with my hand.

‘I don’t think there’s anything better than watching you do this,’ he echoes.

‘I don’t think this is going to take very long,’ I whisper, feeling the tension already building under his famished gaze.

He shudders at my words. ‘Tell me what you’re thinking of,’ he whispers in a low tone. ‘Tell me everything.’

‘You,’ I pant. ‘I’m thinking of us last night, naked on that rug. And in the bath.’

He moans again. ‘I’m inside you,’ Aidan rasps against my mouth but watches down the line of my body as my knuckles move rhythmically up and down from rubbing myself. ‘I’m fucking you hard.’

‘I’m so close already,’ I sigh, my head going back as I increase the speed of my strokes, surprised at how slick my opening has become, and how swiftly my climax has built under his lustful gaze. I arch my back, feeling the delicious sensations beginning to pulse and tingle at the base of my core.

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