by Rayne,Amber
He pressed his muscled abs against me, his warm beat lightly against mine ear as he spoke. I inhaled the intoxicating scent of red wine off his breathe as spoke. “What do you want, Ella?”
The way he said my name, a low sensual sound that was beyond lust. Aiden was raw pleasure and need that would not soon leave despite it being out last night together.
“You,” I whispered trying to rear back against him. He pressed me into the bed and kissed me again between my thighs, leaving warm trails as the moved up them. I squirmed and then his tongue brushed against my erogenous zone and I sucked in a sharp gasp. And when his full hardened cock slipped into me, I moaned. Moving, increasing the steady rhythm, he thrust hard into me, bruising fingers dug into my skin and pulled me to my knees. He sunk deeper into me and grabbed my hair using it to pull me hard back against him. As he rammed into me, I could barely catch my breath. His other hand moved over my breasts caressing them and occasionally grabbing a nipple until I cried out. His tongue licked at the pulse of my neck. He pounded into me, raw sexual energy clung to the air. He pulled me closer to him, the heat of his body wrapped around me. Hard. Intense. Passion. Aiden was the very essence of pleasure. Overpowering.
The rolling starting and became a crescendo of dark pleasure, pain, desire. I exploded, bucking against him, feeling every bit of him inside of me. He kissed me on the neck before releasing me.
I collapsed on the bed. His rested against me, his chest raising in steady measures against my back. After several long moments he moved to the side, wiping sweat drenched hair away from my face. Lifting my chin, he kissed me long and hard. And then again.
“I enjoyed my time with you,” he whispered. The finality of his words made it ever so real that this was it. The seven days was over.
I opened my eyes, they met his as he watched me.
“I’ll be here until you fall asleep,” he whispered.
I considered just staying awake just to have a few minutes more. “Why don’t you stay?”
“Ella you know the rules.”
“You broke them once.” I reminded him rolling to my side to look at him.
“I shouldn’t have,” he said in a low stern voice. He meant it. His rules—he valued them. He struck me as a man that felt he failed if he ever broke them.
I nodded and closed my eyes and stayed that way—feigning sleep. And when he rolled out the bed, left the room closing the door behind him, I sat up. Seven Days.
CHAPTER 10
By the time night fell I was exhausted. As soon as Bane brought me home, I busied myself with cleaning, grocery shopping and washing. By nine, I was sitting on the sofa, a glass a wine in my hand barely paying attention to a comedy on the television. My focus kept going back to picture that Aiden purchased for me at the gallery. Wine in hand I went to the wall, where I directed Bane to leave it. It had been rewrapped. I sat on the floor and the wrapping from it and regretted it the moment the picture was revealed. That night with Aiden popped into my mind. It was a good thing that he followed his rules. It was only seven days. Seven days and I missed him. He was an addiction and if he wasn’t one yet he could very well become one. I wasn’t the first woman he’d made arrangements with but I wondered, was it always a week? Did it go longer? I grappled with the idea of longer, fully aware that it would be harder walking away.
I turned the picture around so that it faced the wall; adding to my to-do list, finding a place to put it. I couldn’t very well hang in my apartment. But I wanted to keep it, to be able to look at it.
I glanced at my phone on the way to bed, I had a text message.
Can we meet for lunch tomorrow? Jason.
No!
My phone vibrated. Another message. Dammit, why wouldn’t he just leave me alone. The gall that he had to dump me just three weeks before our wedding, marry someone else, and decide he wanted a do-over. I had loved him with all my heart—it seemed so silly now. Just seven days and loving him seemed like the most foolish thing ever.
I grabbed it, ready to send him one more message in no uncertain terms telling him to leave me alone and then blocking the number.
What are you doing? Aiden
About to go to bed, you?
I waited for a response. Nothing. And after an hour of waiting, I went to bed. I shut down all the thoughts that went through my head because they were all bad. And my sleep was restless, vivid dreams of sex with Aiden. His touch. The way he looked at me. Seven days and he had me like this. By morning I was convinced, seven days was enough.
Message.
How about another seven days? Aiden
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