Page 57 of The Lies I've Told
Seeing him stop to unbuckle my sandals, resting each foot on his bare chest as he did so?
Heartwarming.
“Guard your heart, Millie.”
I shook my head, getting back into the game.
This was about sex.
Nothing else.
“Take your dress off all the way,” he instructed. “And that sexy little bra of yours. I want to see all of you.”
I did as he’d asked, feeling incredibly sexy under his intense gaze. The moment my bra hit the floor, his lips were on mine and his hands were everywhere. It was like his tightly wound control suddenly snapped, and he was running purely on instinct.
It was electrifying.
We rolled around on the bed as he pulled me tight against his body.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I need to be inside you.”
I smiled against him. “What about patience and melting?”
He pushed me onto my back, pressing his arousal deep into my center. “Fuck patience.”
“Good plan,” I agreed.
Reaching toward the nightstand, he grabbed a condom, one that I hadn’t even noticed he’d placed there. “Where did that come from?” I asked.
“Your purse.”
“How did you…” I started to ask, confused by how he know about the secret stash of condoms that I kept hidden in my purse before realizing. “Last time?”
He nodded.
“It’s really annoying that I don’t remember any of it.”
He cupped my face with the palm of his hand, bent down and placed a tender kiss on my lips. “Let me refresh your memory.”
I reached up and met his tenderness with something deeper, longer, and all-consuming. Just like that, we were back to fire and passion as my hands reached for the waistband of the only barrier left between us.
My eyes widened as his boxer briefs fell to the floor.
Yowza.
He made quick work of the condom, and soon, we were back to heavy petting and rolling around in the sheets.
Naked fun time with Aiden—my new favorite thing.
For a man who’d just declared he was done with patience, he was quite thorough, kissing a path from my breasts down to my thighs and back again. My heart raced as he fingered my clit, making me moan deep in my chest.
“Aiden,” I uttered.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
“You!” I screamed, not giving a shit who heard me.
“Beg for it, Millie,” he demanded, spreading my legs wide as he loomed over me.
