Page 98 of One Time in Paris
“God, Aiden,” she whispered as his tongue traced around her clit. His fingers slipped inside her tight pussy, stroking her as her body relaxed against him.
The water striking against the hard surface of the tile filled the air, broken only by the soft groans of pleasure that curled from her throat, her thighs beginning to clench around his head. Her hands tightened against his hair, and he increased the pressure of his kisses.
Her breath came in short, shallow pants now. “Oh ...yes.”
Then her thighs clenched tight, her body beginning to peak. He held her hips as she tilted them against him, rocking with a steady rhythm that matched his strokes. Then she gave a strangled gasp, and she cried out, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
He waited until she’d stilled, then gave one last kiss and stood. “Good?” he asked, looking down at her.
She gave him a heavy-lidded gaze and nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
“Good. Now turn around. Hands on the wall and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
With a sumptuous, flirty grin, she did as he said. His cock, hard and ready for her, found her slick entrance immediately, then he pushed inside her. “God, I love fucking you.”
“I love it, Aiden,” she whispered in a throaty moan. “I love you.”
He almost stilled. Almost stumbled.
As though realizing her mistake, Isla turned her face, eyes widening.
His heart squeezed, cutting him off from oxygen, then he leaned over and caught her lips in a kiss. “I love you, too.”
And he meant it. Dammit, but he meant it.
Did it matter that they’d only been fooling around for a few weeks?
No.
This wasn’t just some girl he’d met in Vegas.
It was Isla.
Maybe he’d been half in love with her all along and hadn’t realized it. Or perhaps it had just taken him this long to see that she was everything he’d ever wanted. Either way, when it was someone like this, who heknew, who he only wanted to protect and be there for, who he was willing to riskeverythingfor...it wasn’t hard to fall in love.
And I know with absolute certainty that I’ve never felt this before.
His movements increased as he pounded into her, every ounce the emotion speeding through him.
God, I love this woman.
Then he came, pouring inside her, her body quivering against his.
With a ragged breath, he kissed her, heart slamming into his ribs.
He pulled out, and she turned, slipping into his arms.
For a few minutes, they stood there in the stream of the water, saying nothing. Nothing moreneededto be said right now, really. This impossible love had taken them both by surprise, but that didn’t make it any less real.
At last, he kissed the top of her head. “I’m going to wash up quickly, then leave you to finish.”
She nodded, though still unable to speak.
He washed quickly, then grabbed a towel and left the bathroom.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, he heard his mobile ringing at the bedside table. Going over to it, he saw Callum’s name flash across the screen.
Aiden ran a hand through his wet scalp, staring at the screen.
