Page 74 of One Time in Paris
“Aiden, that was hours ago.”
Isla hugged her arms to her chest, goose bumps rising on her skin.
Aiden closed the gap between them, something darkening in his eyes. Lust.Need.
He lifted her chin in his hands, the pad of his thumb brushing over the soft flesh, then dragging it down, just slightly, eliciting a shiver from her. “What do you want?”
“The same thing you want,” he answered, eyes boring into her.
“Well, maybe I don’t want it anymore,” Isla said with a glare. “Maybe you blew your chance.”
The hint of a feline smirk tugged the corners of his sensual mouth, and Aiden dragged her closer to him. Rounding his palm over the curve of her ass, he slipped it below the waistband of her pajama shorts, then her panties, then farther still.
She moaned as he slid two fingers inside her. “Doesn’t seem like you don’t want it.”
Her senses swam with the feel of him there, stroking her clit. Then he pulled his hand away, and she swallowed hard and held his gaze. “Maybe you interrupted me.”
Aiden raised a brow. “Interrupted you?”
She narrowed her gaze. “I can take care of myself if you can’t, Aiden.”
A muscle flexed in his jaw. With a smooth motion, he lifted her, then carried her over to the bed and set her on the very edge. He knelt on the floor in front of her, then reached for the waistband of her shorts once again and peeled them away.
She watched him, her heart slamming into her chest, as he pulled a chair over in front of her, then pushed her farther onto the bed, so that her head rested against the pillows. He lifted one foot, then the other, and set them flat against the fabric of the mattress so that her knees were bent. “Show me,” he demanded.
“Show you what?”
“What I interrupted.” He sat back in the chair.
Oh my God.
She’d had sex plenty of times before.
But this? With Aiden? She felt out of her depth. And, somehow, more daring. She didn’t even send sexy pictures because she’d been an actress, and she knew how that could end up.
But the boldness of his stare was hypnotizing. She drew a shattered breath, body twitching, then pushed her panties to the side, baring herself to his view.
“Fuck, you have a perfect pussy,” he said, drawing a sharp breath.
“You sure you don’t want to feel for yourself?” she asked, then slid her fingers down, circling her clit. It took every last bit of her effort not to hop off this bed and straddle him. Her body was swimming with desire.
“I do. And I’m going to. But first, I want to watch.” Aiden cocked his head to the side. “You’ve been toying with me, Isla. I told you it was a dangerous game.”
She licked her lips, her chest heaving as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes as she touched herself. “I want your hands on me, Aiden,” she gasped as she pushed her fingertips deep inside her. “I want to feel your cock.”
“Not yet, baby.” Aiden’s voice was a throaty growl. “Fuck, I love watching you like this. Take your shirt off. I want to see your beautiful tits.”
She tugged it away as though under his spell, unable to do anything but what he wanted.
His eyes zeroed in hard on the peaked pink nipples, and he swallowed as though barely restraining himself. “Keep going.” He didn’t move, didn’t touch himself, just watched her with an intensity that made her feel like his sole pleasure was in watching her. Like he was memorizing every inch of her.
“Aiden,” she breathed, then returned her fingers to her clit. Slow circles became steadier, faster. More intense. As her hips rose against her hand, her face heated. Her thighs trembled now, her body begging for release.
“Aiden, please.”
“I want to see you come, Isla. You gorgeous fucking woman.”
“Help me,” she managed at last.
