by M. S. Force
Every instinct I have tells me not to remove my shirt. But if I let her wash my shirt, that means I get to stay a little longer. The shirt is clearing my head before I have time to second-guess the wisdom of being half-naked in front of the woman I want so desperately.
At the sight of my chest, her mouth drops open and then slams shut, as if she realized she was gawking and thought better of it. I wish she hadn’t.
She takes the shirt from me. “I’ll, ah… I’ll put the wash in and be right back.”
“Okay.” I love that she’s as rattled as I am. I want to ask if I can help her out of her dress, but that’s one impulse I manage to contain in an evening when my impulses are completely out of control. While she’s in the other room, I send a text to the Quantum group chat.
Maddie is home and resting comfortably after 15 stitches. The plastic surgeon said she shouldn’t have a scar. CT scan showed no sign of concussion. All’s well that ends well.
The responses flood in, filled with relief and good wishes.
How’s Aileen? Natalie asks.
Rattled but okay. We’re having a drink, and then I’ll let her get some sleep.
Tell her to sleep in. Logan is fine with us tomorrow.
Thanks, Nat. I’ll tell her.
Aileen returns to the kitchen, having changed into a tank top and pajama pants, which are as sexy on her as lingerie would be on another woman. I wonder if she would find it weird that I want to hug her some more. Probably.
On many Saturday nights, I’d be at Club Quantum, a willing sub at my feet and hours of debauchery to look forward to. Tonight, I’m completely satisfied with a good strong drink and the company of a single mom who makes me yearn for things I’ve never wanted before.
“Let’s go outside,” she says.
“Will we be able to hear Maddie?”
She holds up a device I hadn’t noticed she had in her hand. “I set up the baby monitor in there. I’m glad I decided to bring it. I came this close to getting rid of it before the move.”
“Good thinking.”
We go outside to the deck, where it’s warm but not overly humid.
After she stretches out in one lounge chair while I take the one next to her, she takes a deep breath and a sip of her wine. “I love that I can smell the beach from here.”
“You like the beach?”
“I love it. I always have. That we can walk to Venice Beach from here is such a huge treat. We were there earlier today. Or I guess it’s yesterday now. What time is it anyway?”
“Just after one.”
She moans, and that’s all it takes to make me hard for her. “I’m going to be a zombie tomorrow.”
“I texted the group to let them know Maddie is home, and Natalie said to sleep in. They’re fine with Logan tomorrow.”
“That’s so nice of her. He’ll be thrilled to have Ms. Natalie all to himself. He adored her as his teacher.”
“He’ll have to share her with her very territorial husband.”
Aileen laughs, and the sound goes straight to my heart. “True. Flynn is nothing if not territorial. That lucky bitch.”
Hearing her say that Natalie is lucky to have such a possessive husband sends me reeling. Is that what she wants for herself? If so, where do I sign up?
She looks over at me, her soft expression making my heart swell with affection for her. “You were really great tonight. Thank you so much for taking such good care of us.”
I can barely swallow around the huge lump that settles in my throat. “Sure,” I say gruffly. “It was no big deal.”
“It was to me.”
“I should probably go and let you get some sleep.”
She reaches over to take my hand. “Don’t go yet.”
Chapter 6
Her skin brushing against mine sends a charge of heat through me. Stunned all over again by my unprecedented reaction to her, I pull my hand back, though that’s the last thing I want to do. “Aileen…”
“Did I do something wrong, Kristian?”
The question shocks me. “What? Why would you ask that?”
She takes a deep drink of her wine, as if seeking liquid courage. “I can’t help but notice that you are, or you were before Maddie got hurt… different.” She swallows hard. “Toward me. So I wondered if maybe I did something—”
“No.” That she could think such a thing is unbearable to me. “No,” I say again, more emphatically this time. “It’s not you. It’s me.”
“Nothing good ever comes of that statement,” she says with an ironic laugh that’s followed by a sigh.
I’m making a goddamn mess of this, so I decide to level with her. “You could do so much better than me, Aileen.”
She stares at me, her eyes big with shock. “Why would you say such a thing?”
I could give her so many reasons, but I decide to go with the most important one. “You deserve better.”
“Do you know why I wanted to move here?”
Thrown off by the change in direction, I say, “Because Nat and the others talked you into it?”
She shakes her head. “It was primarily because you live here.”
Closing my eyes, I rest my head back against the chair. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t deserve her sweetness, her honesty or her blatant desire. But God, I want it. I want it all so badly, I burn with the need for more of her.
“Should I not have said that?” she asks in a small voice.
I keep my eyes closed as I shake my head.
“Did I read this wrong?”
“Aileen…”
“I’m sorry. I’ll get your shirt into the dryer so you can go.” The rustling sound of her getting up has me opening my eyes and reacting.
Like before, when Maddie fell, I’m moving before I decide I should. I grasp Aileen’s arm, catch her off balance and bring her down to my lap, my lips landing on hers before either of us can take the time to ponder the massive implications. I cup her face in my hand and try to remember to be gentle with her. My inner Dominant needs to stand the fuck down. There’s no place for him here.
When I use my tongue to coax her lips apart, she whimpers, another sound that goes directly to my cock, which has been hard since she moaned about the time. I kiss her with months’ worth of pent-up desire that’s made all other women pale in comparison to her since the day I met her. I don’t want anyone but her, and now that she’s warm and soft in my arms, I want to show her what she’s come to mean to me.
My heart is pounding and my palms are sweaty. I’m light-headed, off balance and out of whack. Everything about this is new to me, as is the craving desire that swamps me when her tongue brushes against mine for the first time. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I’m so screwed. One taste of her has me addicted. It’s never going to be enough. In the scope of two seconds, everything I want to do with her and to her runs through my mind like the dirtiest movie I’ve ever seen.
That has me pulling back from her, gentling the kiss, putting a stop to this before it gets even more out of control. I stare at her swollen lips and the stunned expression on her face. “Does that answer your question?”
“I seem to have forgotten the question.”
Smiling at her witty reply, I say, “You asked if you read this wrong.” I kiss her again, tipping my head to better the angle. “You didn’t. You read it exactly right.” I force myself to keep my hands still when they would love to wander. I want to touch her everywhere, but her little girl is sleeping inside, and this is not the time for that. However, in the last five minutes, I’ve begun to accept that this, whatever it is, is going to happen, whether I think it should or not.
“Something is different, though,” she says, her lips hovering near mine, her hand caressing my face as she gazes into my eyes. “You are different.”
It is both upsetting and exhilarating to realize she already knows me well enough to see that I’m troubled. “I don’t mean to be.” Nuzzling her neck, I breathe in the fresh, clean scent of her. It’s not perf
ume or anything other than her. “I couldn’t wait to see you again.”
“Then where were you yesterday?”
“I was…” I start to tell her I was sick, but I can’t. I can’t lie to her. “I had myself convinced that this couldn’t happen. I still don’t think it should.”
“Why?” she asks imploringly. “Is it because I have kids? I wouldn’t expect you to take them on or—”
And then I’m kissing her again, because I can’t bear to hear any more about her being afraid I don’t want her because of her kids. I kiss her voraciously, forgetting that I’m supposed to be gentle and soft with her. She makes me so fucking crazy. “Your kids are adorable, well-behaved and beautiful, like their mother.”
She snorts with disdain. “I’m not beautiful. I’m scrawny and pale, and my hair is growing back curly, and I have no idea what to do with it.”
Her description of herself enrages me. “You are beautiful.”
“So are you,” she says, her voice husky and sexy. “If you knew how much time I’ve spent thinking about you since the day we met, you’d run away from here and never look back.”
“Aileen…” Filled with despair, I drop my head and try to find my resolve. “Sweetheart…”
“What is it? Please tell me what’s wrong. I don’t understand.”
“I want you too much, and I’m all wrong for you—and your kids.”
“Shouldn’t that be up to me to decide?”
Before I can reply, a soft cry comes from the baby monitor.
Aileen is up and off my lap, gone in a flash to tend to her child.
I take deep breaths of the cool air, trying to find my balance after kissing and holding her. I never should’ve done that, but I can’t wait to do it again. I hear her through the monitor and wallow in the sweet words of comfort she gives her daughter.
I never had that. I don’t know how to be soft or sweet or any of the things they’d need me to be. I’m selfish and arrogant and focused on my career. I need dominant, kinky sex the way some people need caffeine to jump-start their day. It’s not just what I like. It’s who I am.
Listening to Aileen softly sing to her baby, I’m stunned when tears sting my eyes. Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t cry. I haven’t cried since the foster family I’d started to love kicked me out to make room for one of their sons who was coming home from college.
I should get up, tell her I’m leaving and get the hell out of there while I still can. But I don’t move. I remain riveted by the sound of her voice and the sweet way in which she loves her child. For the little boy in me who never knew softness, sweetness or love from his mother, my emotions are all over the place, listening to her give everything she has to her baby.
I take a deep breath, as if that could slow the wild beat of my heart. Once again, I’m moving before I consciously decide to, drawn to her so powerfully, I can’t stay away. I stand in the doorway to the bedroom, watching over them as Aileen soothes Maddie back to sleep.
She sees me there, bends to kiss Maddie and gets up to come to me, her arms sliding around my waist and her head returning to my bare chest. I’m powerless to do anything other than wrap my arms around her and hold her as close to me as I can get her. I don’t care that she can feel the obvious proof of my arousal pressing against her.
“I should go.” Even my voice sounds different—gruffer, thicker.
“Stay.” She holds me tighter and looks up at me with her heart in her eyes. In that one instant, I get why Flynn married Natalie without a prenup. If he feels even a fraction of what I do gazing down at Aileen, I get it. I’d give her everything I have with no questions asked if it meant she would look at me, just like that, every day for the rest of my life.
Without breaking the intense eye contact, I lower my lips to hers, which are swollen from our earlier kisses.
Her hands slide up my chest to link around my neck, trapping me.
I’ve never let any woman trap me. I do the trapping, not the other way around, but in this case, I can’t be bothered to care about details that would’ve mattered with anyone else. Here with her, the only thing that matters is more—of everything. All the reasons why I’d planned to stay away are long gone as I lift her into my arms, carry her to the sofa and come down on top of her, losing my fucking mind in a kiss.
A fucking kiss. When was the last time a kiss alone was enough to take me to the brink of release? A million years ago when I was new to such things. But this… This is new to me, the feeling that comes from kissing her, the desperation, the craving. I’ve never experienced anything remotely like it, and I can’t get enough.
It’s like the highest of highs with no drugs required. That thought is yet another reminder of the many reasons I should not be making out with Aileen on her sofa. But when I pull back from her, she whimpers, her fingers grasping my hair to keep me from getting away. I have zero ability to do what I know I should. Losing the power that saved my life ought to terrify me, but I can’t spare the brain cells to think it through, to ponder the implications of what I’m giving up to her.
How can I think of anything but her when she’s wrapped around me, the heat of her pussy pressed tight against my cock, which is so hard, it aches?
The one thing I know for certain is I can’t let this continue toward its inevitable conclusion, not with her little girl injured and sleeping in the next room. If—or I probably should concede to when—this happens, I want to be completely alone with her so I don’t have to hold anything back.
“Aileen,” I whisper against her lips. “Sweetheart…”
She looks up at me, seeming as dazed as I feel. Her lips are puffy and swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes are wide with wonder that makes me want to say fuck it to propriety and anything else that doesn’t have me inside her right fucking now. I’m shaking from the effort it takes to hold back. I can’t remember the last time I held back like this. It’s far more common for me to take what I want than it is to show restraint.
“What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing.” Other than the fact that I’ve lost my mind, my heart and everything else to her, I’m fine. Better than fine. Being with her like this is amazing.
“Why did you stop?”
“I didn’t stop because I wanted to.” I caress her face, my fingertips gliding over her soft skin. She’s so incredibly responsive that even a light touch has her hips rising, seeking me out. I bite back a groan of frustration.
“Then why?”
A very good question. “Because when we do this, I want to be completely alone with you so we don’t have to be quiet.” I nuzzle her neck, and she arches into me. “And I want to take my time.”
She trembles, and I feel it everywhere, especially in my cock.
“I should go.”
“No.” She tightens her hold on me, and I love that. I love that she wants me so much. No one has ever wanted me the way she does. Women want me for what I can do for their careers and the things I can buy for them. They don’t want me for me the way Aileen seems to. “Don’t go. Not yet.”
I sag into her, my painfully aroused body molding to hers.
“It feels so good to be held by you. It’s been such a long time since anyone held me, and it’s never felt as good as it does with you.”
And she’s so refreshingly honest. If she thinks it, she says it. When she asked me earlier if she’d done something wrong, she nearly broke my heart. I’m not used to refreshing honesty from women. I’m far more accustomed to games, intrigue, cat-and-mouse and hidden agendas. With Aileen, what you see is what you get, and I have a feeling I ain’t seen nothing yet.
I’m so relieved he didn’t leave. He’s obviously conflicted about what’s happening between us, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out why. The attraction between us runs hotter than anything I’ve felt for any man, even the one who fathered my children. He’s easy to talk to and so sexy, I can barely breathe from wanting him.
I snuggle into his wa
rm embrace, breathing in the arousing scent of his cologne or shampoo or something that drives me crazy wanting to imprint it on my senses so I’ll never forget it.
“What did you mean before when you said I can do better than you?”
His body goes tense, and I feel it because we’re pressed together so tightly that I feel everything, especially the hard length of his arousal against my belly. I want to rub shamelessly against him, but he’s right. We can’t lose control with Maddie in the next room. I’m slightly appalled that he was the one who thought of her. Don’t judge me. When you’ve gone as long as I have without sex, and you’re underneath the hottest guy you’ve ever met, stopping isn’t the first thing on your mind.
“I’m not the right guy for you—or your kids.”
My hands are all over his muscular back, learning the feel of him.
He shivers under my touch, which fills me with a sense of my own power and a desire to figure out what’s standing in our way. “I want to understand why you think that. You were so great with Maddie—and with me—tonight. You were everything we needed, and the way you reacted when you saw her trip…”
I fell even harder for him in that moment, not that I can tell him that. I’m afraid to scare him off by letting him know just how crazy I am about him. I already said too much, telling him I moved here in large part because he’s here.
“I reacted the way anyone would.”
“No, you reacted the way someone who cares about her would.”
He releases a tortured-sounding sigh. “You don’t know me, Aileen. Not really.”
“I want to know you. Doesn’t this feel good to you?”
“It feels too good.”
“How is that possible? How can something feel too good?”
His fingers slide over my face. “You’re so sweet and beautiful. Your kids are amazing. You’ve done such a great job with them.”
“Thank you.” Why do I feel a huge ‘but’ coming here?
“It’s just that I’m not really… I’m not capable of…”
