Page 58 of The Lies I've Told
“Please!” I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, making my eyes roll back in my head from the sheer pleasure of it.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me!” I cried out.
He didn’t waste any time, slamming into me the moment the words left my lips. He was brutal and gentle at the same time, each thrust sending shock waves to my core as his slow, languid kisses melted a piece of my heart.
It was ecstasy, the feeling of our bodies joined together.
Now, I understood why he’d said he’d been so miserable.
Sex with Aiden was like a drug.
And I could very well be on my way to becoming an addict.
“Oh God, Aiden,” I moaned, feeling my body tighten and my breath shorten.
“That’s it,” he said in my ear. “Come for me.”
His pace quickened. The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking as I began to cry out my orgasm.
“Oh, yes! Oh God, yes!”
“Louder, love,” he demanded, his thrusts penetrating deep and long.
“Aiden!” I called out his name as I came so hard, I nearly passed out.
His movement pressed on through my orgasm, prolonging it, as he rubbed my clit and then finally came himself.
“Fuck!” he groaned, drawing out each letter as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Both of us were breathlesss, unable to speak. He pulled me into his arms, and I lay next to him in the crappy hotel room, wondering just how I could have forgotten a night with this man.
Because I was never forgetting this.
Not as long as I lived.
Iwoke up early the next morning, the sunlight streaming through the dirty old window of the dodgy motel room, and I rolled over in bed and watched her sleep.
What a mess I’d made of things.
A beautiful, wondrous mess.
I’d like to say being cooped up in that car all day with her had fried my brain cells to the point that I had no bloody clue what I was doing when I kissed her in the middle of that dusty parking lot.
But the truth was, just like last night when I’d removed every bit of her clothing and had my way with her over and over until we both collapsed from exhaustion, I had known exactly what I was doing when I stole that kiss.
I wanted Millie McIntyre.
No, I needed her. And I was done fighting it.
Even if I could only have her for a handful of days, I’d take it.
I’d take and take and take until she walked away.
Because she would.
She had to. I’d make sure of it.
