Page 101 of Not in My Book

“Let me in there.” He tapped on my head delicately. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just nervous. I’ve—” I broke off, not able to meet his eyes. “I’ve got no moves. None. I’ve always been so self-conscious during sex that I forget to enjoy it, and then I make the guy feel bad when I can’t come and so it becomes this whole thing and—”

“Hold up,” he said, disbelief stretching across his face. “Has a guy not made you come before?”

“No.” I paused. “But it’s fine! I’ve just accepted that I’m one of those women who can’t—”

He cut me off. “Rosie, if we do this, and we still don’t have to, we don’t stop until you come.” Aiden’s voice was at an intoxicatingly low level, his gaze intent on mine. “It’s no good unless it’s good for both of us.”

Nerves and excitement spread throughout my body. “But what if I can’t?”

Aiden gently took my face between both of his hands and said, “Then I don’t stop. I’ve got nowhere to be. I’m here and you can trust that I’m going to do this for you. But, Rosie, I’m serious if you don’t want to—”

I cut him off with a kiss, trying to prove to him that I was exactly where I wanted to be. “I want to, Aiden.”

With steadier hands, I grabbed his shirt again and tugged it over his head. I had never seen Aiden without a shirt before. He was toned and muscular, hair dusting his chest. I couldn’t stop running my hands over his shoulders, feeling the hardness beneath my fingertips.

He nodded toward the bed and said, “Lay down for me?”

Once I did, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, kneeling between my legs. He ran his hands up and down my thighs, warming me in the process. He met my eyes and said, “If you say stop tonight, Rosie, at any point, we stop. Doesn’t matter what we’re doing or how close one of us is to finishing, we stop.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

His lips quirked to the side as he ran a finger along the seam of my laced panties. “I have a feeling you won’t want to, though.”

Then his mouth was on me. He was kissing me through the fabric, but I was sensitive enough that my hips jerked up. He continued to scatter kisses along me, running his tongue through my center and along the seams until I was heaving.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he rasped against me. “I have to taste you. I can’t wait any longer.”

Baby.It roared in my ears. Aiden was pulling my panties off, distractedly stuffing them in his back pocket, but all I could think was that he’d called mebaby.A new wave of desire flooded through me as I released a moan as the feel of his tongue. I grabbed at the bed sheets, curling them in my fists as his mouth moved against my bare skin.

He ran a careful, slow finger through me before teasing my entrance.

“Aiden,” I moaned. My mind was in a battle between keeping my eyes on his brown hair between my legs and being screwed shut. But with every swirl of his tongue against my clit and his finger finally,finallyentering me I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.

“Tell me how it feels.” I hummed in response, but he tsked. “Use your words, baby, you’re a writer, aren’t you?”

I was barely coherent, needy for more of him. I reached for words to tell him that sex had never been like this for me, not ever, but his finger was teasing me, and he was kissing my thighs. Just as I opened my mouth to respond, he added another finger, sucking my clit into his mouth. At every filthy sound and the sight of him between my legs, I grew wetter. My hands flew to his hair, keeping him against me.

“Faster,please, Aiden,” I whimpered, finally finding my words. His fingers moved faster, rougher and I couldn’t stop from clenching around him, pulling him deeper. But no matter how close I got, I couldn’t finish.

I was too self-conscious. I wasn’t as skinny as most of the girls who passed me in the street in New York. I had stretch marks all around the tops of my thighs, little white lines of imperfection that made me loathe every bathing suit.

Aiden had been at it for a while now but no matter how incredible it felt or how close I got, something held me back.

“Aiden, it’s no use. Let me do something for—”

His laid his arm across my waist, holding me down. His other hand pushed against my thigh, opening me wider.

“I’m not stopping until you come, Rosalinda.”

“Ican’t.” I was on the verge of tears, frustrated. I didn’t feel sexy anymore, but like a nuisance. I had thought of Aiden like this so many times and now that I had him here I was ruining the moment. Even though he said he wouldn’t, I knew he would get bored.

“Rosie,” he said softly. “Do youwantme to stop?”

I covered my eyes with my forearm, mortified. “No. It’s just not going to happen.”

He ran his hands up my stomach, cupping my breasts through my bra. “Why don’t you let me decide that? Focus on what you feel, nothing else.”

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