Page 49 of The Holiday Honeymoon Switch
“Let’s get you warm,” he says, brushing his lips against hers, just once, before helping her up into the truck. He goes around to the driver’s side, gets in, and turns on the engine, then the heat. She scooches across the seat toward him and reaches for him again, and he lets out a low groan. “Holly, you’re driving me crazy. You always have, but especially tonight.” They move closer and closer until she throws caution to the wind and straddles him, steering wheel at her back, hands in his hair as they kiss with abandon. She feels the hard ridge of him pressing against her. She is certain she has never in her life wanted anyone more—but then the sharp honk of the truck as she accidentally digs into it with her backside startles her and she collapses into his shoulder, laughing.
“I guess we really aren’t in high school,” she murmurs, flopping back onto her own side of the seat, breathing hard, “and therefore might be past the point of making out in cars?”
“It was incredible, though,” he says, his eyes intense, pinning her to her seat.
“Let’s go,” she breathes. “Your place.” It feels good to saywhat she wants. Toknowwhat she wants. He keeps one hand on her thigh during the drive, but they don’t speak. She’s not sure she can—not sure that anything she wants to communicate to him now involves words at all.
Aiden lives in a large log cabin just outside of town, all barn beams and warm-stained wood, masculine furnishings like a red plaid couch, flannel blankets. His smell is everywhere, intoxicating her even more. “Do you want anything to drink, maybe a snack or something…?”
“Aiden. I wantyou.”
She takes his hand and pulls him toward the couch, but he shakes his head and says, “Holly Beech, you are not a couch girl.” He leads her down a hallway, to a bedroom with a large window overlooking acres of snow-draped pines.
She pulls him down on the bed, relishes the feeling of his body on top of hers.Finally.She thinks she says this in her head, but realizes she has said it aloud. Realizes she has been waiting a long time—her entire life—to feel this way. Swept away. Levitating. “Aiden…” She reaches down to unbuckle his belt, to slide her hands past the waistband of his boxer shorts, to feel the length of him in her hand. He’s sliding her pants down her waist, and she helps them along, then lifts the sequined top over her head and tosses it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so now she’s in the center ofhis bed in just her underwear. And he’s staring at her, his eyes intense, hungry.
“You’re so perfect,” he says. “So beautiful. Just the way I always imagined. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Holly. All of you.”
He touches her hair, runs his hand down the side of her face, her neck. “Your hair,” he says. “Your skin.” His fingers run along her shoulder, the side of her arm, and she feels all the hairs stand on end, feels her body electrified by his touch. “All so perfect. Your lips.” He kisses her, and she pushes him down on his back and straddles him, looks down at him from this new position, feeling sexy and beautiful and powerful andwanted. And she wants in return. Needs him. She kisses his lips, nibbles his ear, runs her mouth along his neck and to his chest as he groans with pleasure.
He asks her softly, “Do you want this?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure? Because you had a lot of the punch…”
She laughs. “Two glasses—but I swear, I am in full control here.” She knows the Holly she usually is probably wouldn’t be in Aiden Coleman’s bed with her clothes off if she hadn’t had those two glasses of punch—but she also knows it’s true that this is what she wants. That she’s in control. That she’s not going to regret this.
“I’m sure,” she says. Then she pauses. “Are you?”
He laughs, and it’s a sexy, ragged sound. “I am sofuckingsure,” he says, his voice a low growl. “But just one second.”
As she lies still, waiting for him, she feels her body practically vibrating with longing. He rummages in his bedside table and comes back with a condom. He rips it open, and she takes it from there, sliding it along the length of him before wrapping her legs around him—knowing she’s exactly where she wants to be, doing exactly what she wants to be doing. He’s staring into her eyes, his expression full of pleasure. She’s on top of Aiden now, and he’s reaching forward, sliding his hand down and touching her, turning her pleasure into a quest just as important as his. His touch electrifies her, makes her gasp and moan along with him. She moves her hips against his. He doesn’t stop touching her, or looking at her in that hungry way. She can see the pleasure she’s giving him, the want she’s fulfilling. And he’s doing that for her, too. She feels lightheaded, sees stars and sparks and fireworks. She’s so close—and then he gasps and shudders beneath her, and she realizes what has happened.
It’s instinctive for her to say, “It’s okay, I’m fine, that was great,” the way she always had with Matt. But he holds her fast when she tries to open even an inch of space between them, slides his hand down again so it’s between their bodies, and continues to touch her, gently at first, then with a sultry intensity as the pleasure that had already been building reaches its steamy crescendo. “Aiden,” she moans, and the shooting stars and fireworks are back, and she’s gladthat all that’s outside his window are trees, because she’s quite sure she has never been so loud in her life. Her cries ring out in the room; her body floods with pleasure—and when she looks Aiden in the eye after her orgasm, he has the sexiest, most triumphant look on his face, as if he derived just as much pleasure from giving her satisfaction as he did from getting it.
She falls back on the pillow. “That was…”
He turns and buries his face in her hair for a moment, then falls back on his own pillow. “Unbelievable,” he says, kissing the side of her head, then leaning up on his elbow and kissing her lips. His breath is still coming fast. He’s staring into her eyes with that searching expression of his. “Holly?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Were you about to say to me that it was okay, that you were fine, after I came?”
She feels suddenly embarrassed, and he clocks her expression and says, “No,no, please don’t think you did anything wrong, because you dideverythingright—but I just need you to know this: When you’re with me?” She nods. “It’s never going to be okay for you not to get just as much out of it as I do. Ever. Got that?”
Holly laughs and pulls him to her. “Aiden,” she says, “maybe you really are Superman.”
He looks confused. “Superman?”
“Never mind,thatwas the punch talking.” She pulls himto her again, and their kisses soon become just as exploratory and full of desire and passion as they were earlier in the night, outside the school gym.
“You know,” he says, rolling her on her back and beginning a tantalizing trail of kisses down her body, toward her navel. “It’s lucky for you that I had hardly any of that punch. I could go all night if you want me to.”
She pulls him close and wraps her legs around him again. “Oh, trust me, I want you to.”
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