Page 67 of Wreck Me
There’d been a shift between them last night, and it was like they’d connected on another level. And even though he touched her gently and she straddled his lap in little more than a thin layer of cotton between their skin, there had been another shift at some point from last night to this morning. But it was one that made her nervous as though she was hanging on the edge of a cliff by her fingernails.
And for the first time since she’d met him, she wasn’t sure he’d be there if she lost her grip.
“I believe you. But why are telling me all this? Why the apology? I thought we talked all through this last night.” She ran her fingers through the hair that stood on end like he’d shoved his hands through it all night.
He cupped her face with one hand and moved his hand to the back of her neck. When he tried to pull her down to him for a kiss, she laid a hand on his chest. “Talk to me, please. What’s going on?”
His eyes searched between hers for a few moments before he shook his head with a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re right. I just want to make sure I didn’t hurt you.”
“No, I’m fine. I promise.”
This time when he pulled her down for a kiss, she didn’t stop him. His lips were insistent but soft, coaxing her lips apart. When she opened for him, his tongue swept inside and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. It was a kiss that shot lightning all the way to the tip of her toes.
His other hand skated up over her breasts, grazing her nipples into hard points. She moaned against his mouth, her body on high alert, her heart pounding against her ribs. He canted his hips against her core, his hard length rubbing against her clit.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered and dropped her head back, and Aidan made quick work of feasting on her neck. Even after the hours they’d spent devouring each other last night, it was like the desire between them couldn’t be slaked.
But there was a nagging feeling in her gut that told her to take notice of the way he touched her this time. Inherently, her body knew it was different than any other time between them.
Aidan stood with her in his lap and swung around to lay her down on the couch. He pushed down his sweats, and having gone commando, his erection sprang free and seemed to stretch for her. He ran a finger down her wet seam before inserting it inside and curling to find that spot. Her back arched off the couch and all she could do was groan.
Then he was inside her, moving in and out of her in a steady rhythm until his thrusts became harder, more insistent. It was almost as though he was trying to imprint her on his brain.
When he lifted up and looked down at her, joining their hands beside her head, the emotions that built in her chest brought tears to her eyes.
She loved this man. More than anyone she’d ever known.
He continued to hammer into her, reaching higher and higher inside her with every thrust, their gazes locked until they both hit the edge, and she cried out when the world around them shattered and his desire poured into her.
“Megan…” Aidan whispered into her hair, his hips still lazily pushing against her until he was totally spent.
They lay there a few moments catching their breath. All too soon, he lifted up on his elbows and laid a soft kiss on her lips. “I…” he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I have to go take a shower.”
Before she could formulate a response, he was up, pants pulled on, and walking away. It wasn’t until she heard the thump of the bathroom door and the snick of the lock turning that it occurred to her what was different between them.
With his saying nothing at all, he’d said everything she didn’t want to hear.
“I’ve got to go.There’s an accident out on Highway 11 that needs assistance.” Aidan’s voice came from behind her.
She sat at the small table looking out at the lake where the day was cloudy and the fog was rising over the water in a fine mist. While he was in the shower, she’d gotten dressed so she wouldn’t feel so vulnerable. She sipped her coffee and nodded. “Okay. Well, be careful.”
He came around into her line of sight, fully dressed, including his boots. His hands were in the pockets of his work jacket. “I don’t know how long I’ll be.”
“I’ll be here.” She couldn’t look at him, knowing he was pulling away from her and she had no idea why.
“Are you mad at me about something?”
Megan turned her head toward him. He held the back of the chair with one hand, his fingers tight on the wood. His hat was pulled low so she couldn’t see his eyes, but his lips were in a flat line and his shoulders were hunched at his ears. He looked ready to pounce and not in a good way.
She tilted her head. “Why would I be mad? You’re only acting like you hardly know me this morning.”
“I wouldn’t exactly say that, since we fucked on the couch not twenty minutes ago.” He closed his eyes and grimaced as soon as the words left his mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”
In spite of the crack that appeared in her heart, she waved him off. “Don’t think twice about it, Reynolds.”
“Shit.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t talk about this right now, Megan.”
“Don’t worry about it, Aidan. You have to go.”
