Page 14 of Lonely Beard
Her skirt rustles as I drag it down her thighs. Her olive skin goosepimples under my touch. “What about your job?”
Because I’m not blind. Grace loves her work; it was her whole world less than twenty four hours ago. And the last thing I want to do is make her unhappy—I want her to have zero regrets for choosing me.
“Maybe I can do outreach. Go knock on cabin doors for Soulmate Express.” Grace chuckles, leaning up to flick open the buttons on my shirt. “We sure get enough sign-ups from around here. I’ve heard the locals call this place Mail Order Mountain.”
Ha. Yeah, they do call it that. Used to drive me nuts.
But as my girl yanks my belt open, I have to admit: they’re not wrong.
Seven
Grace
Feeling Aiden’s weight settle over me fills me with calm. Like finally, after years of feeling antsy and hollow and kind of weird without knowing why, everything is right with the world when his bare skin slides against mine. His heat; his pine-scent; his muscled chest dusted with brown hair. All of it makes my heart sing.
Honestly, he could suck at this and I don’t think I’d care.
I don’t tell him that, obviously. Why jinx myself?
“Grace,” Aiden mutters, pressing kisses along my jaw. “Fuck, you’re perfect. So perfect. Andmine.”
How possessive of him. I know the feeling, though. “Yup.” My fingers weave through his coppery hair and tug lightly on the strands. “Likewise.”
Aiden scoffs. “No shit.”
Okay, so my mountain man is no poet, but it’s impossible to miss the reverent way he strokes his palms down my body. Impossible not to arch up into his touch, gasping as he pinches my nipples and squeezes my waist. He scorches a tingling trail over my skin, and I’m aching. Slick and eager, my pulse thudding between my thighs.
What’s a romantic way to tell him to fuck me already? I’ve wanted him so badly since the moment I saw him. My body has been on edge, wanting,yearning.
“Aiden.” My legs part wider and I scratch my fingernails along the back of his neck. “I want you.” His shuddering breath makes me bolder, and I bow off the mattress, cleaving against him. My teeth find his earlobe and nip the soft flesh. “I want you inside me.”
“Jesus.” He’s rocking against me, his hard length rubbing through my folds. Coating himself in my slickness; making himself ready. Making me so desperate my teeth ache.
“Aiden,” I snap, and his gruff laugh makes me scowl at the ceiling.
Not for long. It’s impossible to be cranky when this man kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine, shifting to line up with my entrance. I’m not really mad anyway, I’m eager, desperate—
“Oh, shit.” I bite down on his shoulder, eyes burning as he presses the first inch inside me. Itstings.I didn’t realize it would sting like this. “Oh. Ow.”
Above me, Aiden turns to stone. My stomach drops. Have I ruined this already? God, I’m such a wimp.
“No, no, no,” I say, clutching at his shoulders as he kneels up and pulls my ass into his lap, the head of his cock still wedged inside me. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I can handle it, I swear.”
Aiden’s frown could wither the strongest pine tree down to a shriveled twig. “I don’t want you to handle it, Grace. I want you to enjoy it.”
Yeah, well, obviously. And I’d like a million dollars and a talking pet cat.
I open my mouth to argue, but my words choke off when Aiden’s thumb finds my clit.
…Oh.
He rubs me there, steady and gentle. Teasing me, softening me up, until the tension drains away and my legs sag open on his lap. I probably look nuts, probably look like some kind of lounging drunkard, but I don’t care.
“Ngh,” I say, hands clutching at the bed covers. My hips keep lifting, rising of their own accord, chasing his not-quite-enough touch, and Aiden smirks down at me.
“I’ve got you.”
Yeah. Shit. He—ah—he really, really has. I’m slicker than I’ve ever been, my racing pulse pounding between my legs.
