Page 2 of Rectify

“Your mother’s family is the reason the three of you left. They were trying to force her into marriage. What if they try to do the same to you?”

“Don’t worry. Most of my family has moved away or died. And those who are left probably think I’m a whore, anyway.”

“You are not a whore,” he growled. Aedan hated when she said those things, but most of all, he feared losing her because of her family. He already had a ring; he even had his proposal planned out. He just needed the right moment to ask her to be his wife.

“They can’t force me to do anything I don’t want to do. I have my own knight in shining armor, remember?”

He caressed her lips with his tongue. They parted beneath him, her tongue meeting his to tease and tantalize. “Come to bed.”

“My flight leaves in four hours.”

“That gives us plenty of time.” He backed her toward the bed, but she stepped away with a shake of her head.

“No?” Didn’t she want him?

“Let me dance for you,” she drawled with a sultry smile.

Hell, she didn’t have to ask him twice. Natalya was a siren when she danced. He moved an armchair into the center of the room and sat as she fiddled with the stereo system.

The song that came on was one of his favorites. Slowly, she rocked her hips from side to side, moving faster with the tempo. His breath quickened as he watched her, lusting after her. A provocative smile curled her luscious, red lips as her eyes met his.

“Take your shirt off,” she demanded.

He raised his eyebrows at her commanding tone. Natalya clasped hold of the arms of the chair and leaned over, kissing him thoroughly. Thick and engorged, his cock throbbed mercilessly. When she stepped back, he quickly removed his shirt, throwing it to one side.

Natalya kept her hips moving as she took a few steps away, then leisurely turned around. She gazed back at him over her shoulder.

With teasing, torturous movements, she stripped off her T-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Turn around, Lovely,” he ordered as she threw her hands up into the air. He longed to see her breasts bounce as she danced, the nipples stiff and begging to be kissed.

Instead of turning, she reached for the top of her shorts and slid them down her long, smooth legs. Underneath, she was wearing a tiny, lacy white thong. Aedan leaned forward. Damn, she had the finest ass he had ever seen.

She touched her toes, and he had to tightly clasp the arms of the chair to prevent himself from leaping up and squeezing her firm cheeks. Hunger, sharp and ferocious, stabbed at him relentlessly.

“Damn it, baby,” he growled. “You’re a tease.”

“You love it.” Standing, she spun, swaying to the beat. She cupped her firm breasts, holding them up as she threw her head back, her long, black hair shimmering in the light.

“Squeeze your nipples, Natalya.”

With heated promise in her eyes, she shook a finger at him. “Sit back. This is at my pace.”

With a groan, he reluctantly sat back. “Your pace will be the death of me.”

Natalya danced toward him. The scrap of lacy underwear barely covering her pussy drove him insane with need.

“No touching without permission,” she decreed as she moved behind him.

Strong-willed, stubborn woman. He’d never taken charge in the bedroom, although there were many times he’d longed to. But he was unsure how she would react, and the thought that she might reject him restrained his actions. He’d always tried to be low-maintenance and easygoing, so he never gave her an excuse to leave him.

Yeah, he was more than a little screwed up.

“Keep your hands on the arms of the chair and I’ll give you a reward,” she promised as she leaned over the back.

Blowing softly in his ear, Natalya laughed as he shuddered and dug his fingernails into the chair.

Twirling her way around the chair until she was standing before him, she straddled his legs, facing away from him. She bent over, giving him an excellent view of that delectable, captivating ass.

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