Page 28 of Price of Victory
The contact was electric and immediate and everything I’d been imagining and so much more. His lips were soft and warm and perfect, and when I felt him respond, felt him kiss me back with equal desperation, something inside me broke open completely.
“What are you…?” he started to say when I pulled back for air, but I cut him off by kissing him again, harder this time, with all the want I’d been carrying around for months.
When we broke apart again, both of us breathing hard, he looked at me with something like wonder in his eyes.
“Are you sure about this, Morrison?”
The question was loaded with everything we both knew this meant, all the complications and consequences that would follow if we crossed this line. But looking at him, feeling the way my entire body was humming with want, I knew there was only one answer I could give.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I’d intended. “Before I lose my nerve.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
The kiss that followed was instant, desperate, everything I’d been fighting against for months unleashing at once. But it wasn’t rushed. It was inevitable, like gravity finally winning after I’d spent so long fighting it.
Aiden kissed like he did everything else, with complete confidence and devastating skill. His mouth was demanding against mine, but there was something almost reverent in the way he cupped my face, thumbs stroking over my cheekbones as he deepened the kiss. I could taste the chocolate we’d shared earlier, could feel the slight tremor in his hands that told me he wasn’t as controlled as he seemed.
When I kissed him back with equal yearning, something shifted between us. The careful dance we’d been doing for months dissolved, replaced by raw hunger that left us both breathless. His tongue swept against mine, and I heard myself make a sound I didn’t recognize, needy and completely unlike anything I’d ever let slip before.
“Fuck,” he breathed against my lips, and the word sounded like a gasp for mercy. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I could feel his heart hammering against my chest as he pressed closer, eliminating every inch of space between us. The kiss grew deeper, more demanding, until I was dizzy with want and the taste of him. When his teeth caught my bottom lip and tugged gently, I gasped, and he took advantage of the opening to explore my mouth more thoroughly.
As Aiden moved on top of me, pushing me down against the mattress, I lifted my hips and thrust myself against him. The pressure on my hard cock was so immense that I didn’t think I would survive this night. The blissful pain of pleasure that soared through me made my heart swell.
My hands found the fabric of his sweater, fisting in the soft material as I tried to anchor myself. Everything felt like it was spinning, like the world had narrowed down to just this: hismouth on mine, his body pressed against me, his crotch rubbing against mine, and the heat building between us.
“Rhett,” he murmured, my name sounding different in his voice now, rougher, like he was tasting it. His lips moved to my jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the line of it until he reached that sensitive spot just below my ear. When he bit down gently, I couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through me.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his breath hot against my neck. There was something vulnerable in the question, a softness that made my chest tight.
“More than okay,” I managed, tilting my head to give him better access.
He took the invitation, his mouth exploring the length of my throat with deliberate slowness. Each kiss felt like a brand, marking territory that had always been his, even when I’d refused to admit it. When he found my pulse point and sucked gently, I felt the sensation shoot straight to my core, making me arch against him involuntarily, my cock throbbing at the light graze of his body against mine.
“So responsive,” he murmured against my skin, and I could feel him smile. “I love how you react to me.”
His hands were roaming now, mapping the planes of my back through my T-shirt, fingers pressing into muscle with just enough pressure to make me want more. When he reached the hem and his fingertips grazed bare skin, I nearly jumped out of my skin from the contact.
“Can I?” he asked, tugging at the fabric.
Instead of answering, I sat up enough to help him pull the shirt over my head, then reached for his sweater. He let me strip it off, and suddenly, we were skin to skin, chest to chest, and the contact was overwhelming in the best possible way.
He was beautiful, all lean muscle and golden skin, a dusting of dark hair across his chest that I wanted to explore with myhands and my mouth. When I reached out to touch him, he caught my wrist gently.
“Let me,” he said, his voice rough with want. “Let me touch you first.”
He pressed me back against the mattress, his body covering mine, and I could feel the solid weight of him, the heat radiating from his skin. For a moment, he just looked at me, his green eyes dark and hungry, taking in every detail like he was committing it to memory.
“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, his hands skimming over my chest, my ribs, my stomach. “So fucking beautiful, and you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this.”
His touch was reverent but possessive, fingers tracing patterns on my skin that made me tremble. When his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I gasped, arching into the contact. He did it again, deliberately this time, watching my face as pleasure shot through me.
“Sensitive,” he observed, and there was something dark and satisfied in his voice. “I’ll remember that.”
He leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth, and I thought I might lose my mind entirely. The heat, the wetness, the gentle scrape of his teeth, it was too much and not nearly enough. When he moved to the other side, giving it the same attention, I couldn’t stop the broken sound that escaped me.
“God, the sounds you make,” he said against my skin. “I want to hear every single one.”
