Page 15 of Lonely Beard
“You like that, Grace?” My fevered nodding makes his eyes burn hotter. He looks ready to swallow me whole. “Good girl.”
Gah! I whimper, hips thrusting until he slides an inch deeper inside me. Aiden hisses between his teeth, but he stays still, thumb rubbing.
“I’m ready.” I’m pleading shamelessly, smacking at his strong thigh, but I don’t care. Ineedhim. “I’m ready, Aiden. Do it. Keep—keep going. Fuck me.”
The asshole hums, and ignores me completely. Rubs me in steady circles like he has all freaking day.
“Aiden!”
He’s merciless, but I should have known. Should have figured he’d take no prisoners. Because Aiden McRae brings me off with singular focus, every ounce of his attention scorching over my body; he’s deaf to my desperate wails. He touches and strokes and rubs me until I can’t take anymore, until the partial intrusion of his cock is the world’s most agonizing tease, until heat floods my body to the tips of my toes, and I stiffen on his lap and fall apart with a broken cry.
God.
My body clamps down on the head of his cock, trying to suck him deeper. Trying to feel full, damn it, but freaking Aiden waits for me to collapse before he crawls on top of me again.
“I hate you.”
He grins and kisses me hard. “No, you don’t.”
It’s easier this time. Smoother and softer. My body opens for him like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like we’re welcoming him home. My knees hitch around his waist, while my arms wrap around his neck.
We’re sealed together. Blurring into one.
Finally.
Don’t want this to stop. I never want this to end, and I’m embarrassed to admit that tears burn in my eyes as Aiden rocks into me, deeper, harder. He jerks back and goes still when he notices, his expression raw.
“It still hurts?”
I’m already shaking my head, already tugging him back down. “No.” I sniffle against his neck. Wipe my eyes on his beautiful beard. “No, I’m just happy.”
“Funny way to show it,” he grumbles, but he’s clutching me closer, still thrusting deep inside me. “Ah, fuck. Grace. Your body.”
“I know.” This is too good. The slick slide of him inside me makes my toes curl, and his rough grip on my breasts makes me sigh. I’m a humming livewire, throwing off sparks beneath him. “Keep going.”
There’s a real risk here that I will never go to work again. I’ll forget to eat or sleep or function, because all I ever want to do isthis, with Aiden, every minute of every damn day. I’ve found heaven, and it’s with my mountain man buried between my legs.
After a while, the tempo changes. We get rougher, more urgent. Aiden squeezes my ass hard enough to leave a bruise, and I score his back with my fingernails.
“Turn over.” He pulls out, hands trembling, but his grip is sure as he flips me over.
“I’m not a damn pancake.”
His palm cracks against my ass. “Behave. Are you ready?”
I bury my laugh in the bed covers, raising my ass. And this time when he takes me, Aiden McRae freakingownsme. He shows no mercy, and he takes me hard and rough. When he wraps his fist in my hair, I let out a blissful sigh, and when he reaches around me to rub my clit, I curse louder than a sailor.
“Aiden! You—I’m going to—”
“Do it.” He grinds the words between his teeth. “Fuck, Grace. Give it to me.”
It’s something else, falling apart with him buried inside me. With his thick shaft wedged deep in my body, swelling and pulsing as he follows me over the edge. We both shudder and gasp, letting out hoarse groans that echo round the cabin.
I’d be self conscious, if he weren’t just as far gone.
“Jesus,” Aiden heaves out two minutes later, spread out on my back with his face buried in my hair. He’s still inside me, his spend trickling down my thigh. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree, breathless. “It was. Now get off, you big lump.”
