“It reminds you of the time I sucked your juices from my fingers. Doesn’t it?” he asked, then grinned as her face bloomed with embarrassment.
Bingo.
“Yes. So please stop,” Lily murmured, shaking her head and then attempting to remove her legs from his lap.
“Little peach, there is nothing to be ashamed about. You taste incredible. Don’t you want to feel that same feeling again?”
Lily stilled under his touch and those deer eyes found his.
“You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you, Lily?” Aidan said, his hand drifting north. “Have you touched yourself to ease the ache up here?”
“Stop,” she whispered, glancing away.
He stopped.
When her eyes shot back, he didn’t smile. He locked, held them firmly, and began to move his hand again. “Say it with meaning and I’ll stop.”
A little moan escaped her lips.
“No means no in here. No exceptions, but if you lie to me, I will keep going,” Aidan said. “Do you understand?”
Lily nodded.
“Do you want me to keep touching you, Lily?” His palm was on her upper thigh now, his thumb inching between the gap. He moved over her panty line, watching her chest rise and fall as her breath became shallow and needy.
“Answer me, peaches.”
“Yes. I shouldn’t, but I do,” Lily answered, and the electric charge between them intensified.
Aidan leaned closer. “Yes, what?”
It was time to push her completely out of her comfort zone and into the pleasure zone.
She tried to move.
Aidan clenched her thigh, keeping Lily on his lap, then he nudged them open a little wider.
“I can’t,” she gasped, but there was little heat and truth in her words.
“Yes, you can. And you will. To please me,” Aidan said, and this time his thumb brushed her clit.
She jumped.
“Say it or I will stop and leave.”
Lily gasped.
“Good girl. Say it. Yes...” Aidan prompted.
Her eyes lowered. “Sir. Yes, sir.”
“Tell me what you want me to do?”
Lily let out a little groan.
Aidan allowed himself a private smile, then pushed it away and lifted her chin with his free hand.
“Words, Lily.”