Page 94 of One Time in Paris
His lips lowered to her eyelids, and he kissed one, then the other. “You’re the brightest spot in my life, yes, but not because there’s nothing else.”
With a deft but gentle touch, he lifted his hands to her face, cupping her head gently, his hands digging into the hair just behind her ears. “I’ve seen what else is out there, andnothingcomes close to making me feel what I feel when I’m with you.”
She held his gaze, mesmerized, unable to speak, her body slowly coming alive at his every touch, with each soft kiss.
His mouth hovered near the corner of hers, lips grazing, nuzzling. “You’re my past and my present, and I want you to be in my future.”
A soft brush of his lips across hers, then he pulled back, searching her gaze. “So badly that I’m here, without a single fucking clue what I’m doing, because even if it means less sleep and more on myagenda, I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you in whatever way you’ll have me right now.”
She had to give it to him. Aiden had a way with words that made her completely want to melt into his arms. She kissed him, her heart speeding as she released a tiny moan becausethiswas what she’d been dreaming of and denying herself. The taste of him, the way his pliant lips sank against hers, molding, fitting perfectly to her own.
As though he’d been at the edge of his patience too, their kiss deepened instantly. He broke the kiss to tug her shirt from her body, then pulled his own away, and they came back together, a tangle of mouths and tongues and arms around each other.
Every inch of her burned for him, and she gasped for breath. “I want you,” she breathed, reaching back and unsnapping her bra. “Right now, Aiden. No more waiting.”
He swallowed hard as his eyes focused on her breasts. Then his hands were there, cupping her firmly as his mouth skimmed her neck, then lowered to one nipple. The feel of his mouth against her hardened her nipples to tight peaks, and she groaned, head dropping back as his tongue made a slow circle over her, then drew her nipple fully into his mouth.
The slow pull into his mouth, the soft lashing of his tongue, then his teeth set her blood to a boil. She ground against the hard bulge of his cock between her legs, her clit pulsing with need.
“Please, Aiden. We can spend the whole night fucking, but I want you now. Hard and fast,” she managed. “I need your cock inside me.”
“Fuck, I love it when you talk like that.” He moved his mouth to the other nipple. “But you’re going to have to be patient, my greedy little wife.”
As though he knew the way that term turned her on.
Two can play at that game.
She reached down for the buttons of his jeans. She unclasped it, pushing her hand down to graze the head of his cock.
She’d been smart enough to wear a skirt, which meant she didn’t have to climb off him to slide her panties to the side and press the wetness between her legs against him. And that close, thatbarewas like lava. She made a slow circle against him.
“Absolute fucking torture,” he breathed.
“I want what I want,” she teased back, grinding harder against him. She lifted herself enough to tug the zipper down, then pulled him fully free.
“Isla,” he warned, holding her gaze.
“Aiden,” she returned, pushing the head of his cock against her slick entrance.
He groaned, then drew her up into his strong arms, standing. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she steadied herself against him, the absence of him making her ache with need.
“I want you, Isla. I want to fuck you,” he said, carrying her over to the bed. “But we started something last week, and I have every intention of finishing it. I’ve been daydreaming of you ever since. And it starts with stripping you naked.”
He set her down gently and then pulled her panties and skirt off. She stared as he removed his own clothes, her heart hammering.
God, he was so beautiful.
It was almost unfair for him to be this good-looking.
His well-muscled arms and chest were chiseled and defined, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. He clearly groomed, too, and his hard, thick cock seemed impossibly big.
“How do you have time to look like a supermodel while working so much?” she managed, her mouth drying as he climbed onto the bed.
He knelt between her legs. “Running and lifting weights are the only hobbies I have left. The only place where I can set my mind straight.”
“Lucky me,” she said with a grin. “I fully appreciate the benefits of those hobbies.”
He chuckled, then pushed her knees farther apart. Kissing her inner thigh, he traced his way closer to her clit, and she trembled with anticipation. “I’ve been dying to taste you,” he murmured, his breath hot against the sensitive spot. “And watching you come was the highlight of my year, Isla. But this time, I want to feel you against my tongue when you do.”
