Page 10 of Naughty Wishes

Chapter Four

“Let’s go upstairs where we can be more comfortable.” Dan releases me and turns for the stairs.

Aiden gives me a last, lingering kiss before he picks up his bag, and we follow Dan to our second floor bedroom.

I try not to think about what’s going to happen when we step through the bedroom door. But with my panties wet and my nipples aching, it’s hard not to be just a little curious about what’s to come.

“Well . . . here we are,” Dan says, his voice unnaturally strained.

But I’m not looking at Dan because Aiden is pulling off his T-shirt and his body is definitely something not to be missed. His tanned, toned muscles are so defined he looks shrink-wrapped. My gaze drifts from his broad shoulders to the taut pecs, and over his chiseled abs to the long cuts in his hipbones that point directly at the bulge in his jeans. Alexis is right. No woman could be unaffected by a body like that.

“A lot of first-timers prefer to be blindfolded.” Aiden reaches into his duffle bag and pulls out a length of black cloth. “You’ll feel less self-conscious, and you can focus more on sensation. But it’s entirely up to you. It’s a trust issue. I’m just as happy looking into those beautiful green eyes.”

Trust.Do I trust Aiden? Not really. But I do trust Dan. We may have been caught up in the minutia of our lives, but I know in my heart he would never let anyone hurt me.

And wouldn’t it be wonderful to be freed from worrying about where people are looking and what they are thinking and trying to catch glances of myself in the mirror and then wishing I hadn’t?

“As long as Dan’s here, I’ll give it a try,” I say.

I turn around so Aiden can tie the scarf around my head. The last thing I see before my eyes close is Dan’s taut and unsettled face.

“Dan.” I reach for the blindfold, but Dan stops me before I can rip it off. He wraps his arms around me, trapping my hands by my sides.

“It’s okay, Kylie.”

My heart is thudding so loud I can barely hear his words. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

I hear the creak of the floor, the rustle of the bag, the crinkle of plastic, the slide of a zipper. Panic seizes me, and all the air leaves my lungs in a rush.

“Oh, sweetheart. I can feel your heart pound. Breathe for me.” Dan’s lips whisper over my hair, and he hugs me tight until I relax.

“I can’t do this,” I say.

“Are you sure? It’s only if you want. I can ask him to go.”

I rest my head against his chest. “A long time ago, you said you didn’t share.”

“I also said I would do anything for you,” he murmurs. “Grant you any wish. Make your fantasies come true. Although I didn’t think it would be so hard. After seeing him with you downstairs, I’m going to have to make a few rules.”

“What rules?”

“Your orgasms belong to me.” He slides his hands under my T-shirt and pushes it partway up. I gasp as cool air brushes over my heated skin, and then I feel Aiden’s warm hands on my back, undoing the clasp on my bra.

Aiden strokes my cheek and I shiver, every muscle stretched taut in anticipation, every sense heightened, my pulse pounding in my ears. What is he going to think when he sees beneath my clothes? What if decides to walk away and find a young hard-bodied Mimi to spend his night with? How humiliating would that be?

“Anything you feel, is because I made you feel that way,” Dan murmurs as he eases my shirt over my breasts. “Any touch, any kiss, is because I want it to happen. And nothing happens without your consent. You say stop, it stops. You say go, he goes. In the end, this is about me giving you what you want, and you getting off on it.”

Curiously, I feel more relaxed with Dan in control. Even though we’ve drifted apart, deep inside I know he would never let anyone hurt me. I take a deep breath and lean my forehead against his strong chest. “Okay. I can do this.”

Aiden glides his hands up my body, lifting my arms as Dan removes my shirt. My hair swings down over my bare back in a soft, gentle caress, and Aiden presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Lovely.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Dan slides my bra down my arms and off, leaving me exposed. I grit my teeth, fighting against the urge to cross my arms and hide.

“Turn around, sweetheart. Let Aiden see you.”

My cheeks flame, and I shake my head, bury my face in Dan’s cool, cotton shirt.

“Turn, Kylie.”

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