He didn’t understand what was going on and hoped a cold shower would help lessen the pounding in his balls.
He reached out and turned on the water, wincing as the cold hit his skin. Aiden was having sex with her. He could feel it, sense it, smell it. Hell, he was positive he could even taste her. The scent of roses lingered in his nose, and he closed his eyes, inhaling slowly as he imagined the scent clinging to her skin and hair.
What the hell was going on with him and Aiden lately? What was it about Alana that strengthened their connection?
“Shit,” he hissed as the cold of the water got to be too much.
With a twist of his wrists, he turned it to warm, sighing as the steaming water trickled down his tense muscles. His balls were pulled up so damn tight, he could hardly breathe. He reached between his legs, squeezing them gently, then harder as his mind raced with images of entwined naked bodies.
“This is going to be a long night,” he sighed.
* * *
Aiden reached for the hem of her T-shirt, anxious to feel her soft skin against his. Nothing separating them, nothing to get between them.
He cupped her breasts, and she sighed, her soft moans of pleasure urging him on. As he kissed her lips, he pinched at her nipples, enjoying the way they hardened and grew.
Her soft mewling sounds vibrated against his lips as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, gliding it around the silken softness. He loved that sound, the way it came from deep in her throat. She held nothing back when aroused, despite the slight hint of vulnerability he’d seen in her eyes.
He definitely liked that about her. He liked a lot of things about her, and the more time he spent with her in person, the more things he found to like.
Was he falling for her?
He broke the kiss and pulled away to stare into her eyes—eyes such a beautiful shade of green, he felt as though he could lose himself in them forever.
He cupped her face, holding her still. He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin. Beautiful green eyes stared back at him, slightly dazed, darkened in passion and surrounded by thick, luscious lashes. He’d never noticed how thick her eyelashes were, how deeply green and expressive her eyes could be.
Through their previous emails and phone conversations, he’d been attracted to her personality, her slightly sarcastic, always unpredictable wit, and her ability to make him smile. But that inner beauty enhanced her outer beauty, making her breathtaking in his eyes.
Was that why he found himself attracted to a woman so different from the ones he normally dated? Was that why he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her?
“What?” she whispered, her brow creasing in concern.
He shook his head, his mouth tilting up just a little. “Nothing.”
Bringing her mouth to his, he kissed her again, silencing the questions he could see in her gaze. Her tongue thrust between his lips, and for a brief few seconds, he allowed her control, allowed her to lead. Her hunger, her need drove his own, making him lose what little restraint he had left.
Grasping the base of her head, he held tight as he deepened the kiss, pressing her back toward the wall as he did, pinning her there.
She landed against it with a thump, and he dropped his hand, grabbing her ass and lifting her thighs around his waist. The heat of her pussy penetrated through his jeans, and he groaned, grinding against her hungrily, showing her exactly what he planned to do to her.
Alana met every thrust, every motion of his hips, and the feel of their bodies moving together almost drove him to come in his pants.
“You make me crazy,” he growled.
She panted, opening her eyes and staring up at him with a dazed expression.
“How is it you make me want you so fast?” he asked, panting too as he tugged her shirt over her head.
He tossed it to the floor, watching her face as he reached out and pinched her hard nipples. Her eyes closed, and her lips parted in a soft, breathy sigh. It was almost enough to push him over the edge.
With shaking fingers she reached for the wrinkled hem of his shirt. She had to push his arms upward, forcing him to release his hold on her nipples as she tugged the shirt over his head. Her hands feathered down along his chest, brushing across his nipples, and every muscle in his body quivered.
Her touch was soft, gentle, sensual as her fingertips explored his chest. They dropped lower, skimming over the muscles of his abs to the zipper of his jeans. He swallowed, wanting desperately to feel those soft hands gripping his throbbing cock.
Just as her fingers popped the zipper open, he growled and pushed her thighs back down, setting her feet on the floor.
“Bedroom,” he ground out. “Which one?”
“The one at the back,” she whispered, her voice shaking with need.
“Go,” he ordered as he kicked his shoes off.
He followed her, his gaze glued to the sexy sway of her ass as she walked. Once she reached the bed, she turned to face him. Aiden even surprised himself when he raised his hands and shoved her back to land in the middle of the mattress on her back.
She squealed, but not from fear. A tiny, soft, tinkling laugh filled the room as he gripped the waistband of her sweats and tugged them off her hips. He was going mad; he could feel it. The hunger and lust for her coursing through his veins was unlike anything he’d felt before. The intensity made his hands tremble as he grabbed her panties and pulled them off as well.
She lay before him, her lips red and puffy from his kiss, her eyes droopy from passion, her face flushed. She spread her thighs, and his gaze dropped to her glistening pussy. He licked his lips, anxious to taste the juices that coated her clean-shaven labia.
He put one knee on the bed and reached for the pillows piled at the headboard.
“Lift your hips,” he ordered and slid two pillows under her ass as she raised it.
Her eyebrow rose in curiosity as he put both feet on the floor and began to remove his pants.
Chapter Six
Alana stared with a mixture of fascination and anticipation. She knew he was large, but she hadn’t realized just how big and muscular he was until he’d taken his shirt off. She’d felt every inch of that glorious chest with her fingertips, and as she did, she could feel herself getting even wetter.
The soft blue light from the nightlight in the bathroom bounced off his bronze skin, highlighting the bulges of his washboard abs and hard pecs. God, he looked good—good enough to eat. Her tongue darted out to swipe along her bottom lip, and the spark of lust in his eyes made her insides quiver with anticipation that threatened to eat her alive.
He pushed his jeans down over lean hips and thick thighs. When did he have time to work out? From what she understood, he sat behind a desk most of the day.
Her gaze locked onto his thick cock, and she swallowed, unsure she’d be able to take all of him. The walls of her pussy clenched as she imagined him filling her with his thick rod. Precum glistened on the purple tip of his engorged cock, catching the light as well as her interest. He wrapped his fingers around himself and pumped upward, forcing more of the liquid out the tiny hole at the tip. He swiped his thumb across it and then leaned onto the bed, putting that cream-coated thumb at her lips.
She opened them and swiped her tongue over the pad of his thumb, licking away the juice. His salty taste filled her mouth as she sucked his thumb between her lips, removing every last drop.
His eyes narrowed as he watched her, and she felt powerful, beautiful, and sexy. He pulled his thumb free and feathered his hand down her chest and stomach as he climbed onto the bed, settling his face between her thighs.
Alana held her breath as she realized what he had in mind. She raised her head, watching as he used the pads of his thumbs to separate her labia. He blew softly against her clit, and she dropped her head back into the mattress with a sigh, her hips lifting toward his face for more.
“Like that?” he whispered, his breath teasing her clit as
he spoke.
She could hardly breathe, much less answer. He pressed two fingers deep into her pussy, and she cried out, lifting her hips higher, trying to take more of his fingers inside her. Juices dripped from her pussy to run between the cheeks of her ass and dampen the pillow beneath her.
Her body wanted more, needed more. The walls of her pussy throbbed and ached to feel his thick girth stretching her, filling her till she wanted to scream. And he could definitely make her scream. She wanted to scream now—scream at him to fuck her, to end this misery.
His teeth nipped at her labia, nibbling playfully as his fingers dipped in and out. He slid them between the cheeks of her ass, teasing and circling the tight opening to her anus. She tensed, realizing with just a hint of shock that she wanted him to enter her there. She wanted to feel his fingers sliding into that tight opening, filling her deep.
He moved his fingers back to her pussy, thrusting them inside before pulling back out again, making her moan at the emptiness and the easing of his fingers. His tongue gently circled her clit, tormenting her with light flicks that made her hips jerk and grind.
She fisted her hands, gathering the soft material of the bedspread within her fingers as she fought the growing tide of lust. Every inch of her skin crawled with the need to feel him inside her, filling her, fucking her.
He slowly pressed two fingers as deep as they would go into her anal passage, and she tensed as a dark need rushed through her veins.
“Aiden,” she squealed as the first stirring of her climax tightened her womb.
He added a third finger, stretching the tight passage, and she winced as the bite of pain transformed to a pleasure she’d never known existed. No one had ever touched her there, not like that, and she found she liked it. She liked it a lot.
Growling softly, he licked along her slit, lapping at the juices she could feel pouring out from her opening.
“Yes,” she hissed over and over. “Yes. Yes.”
He thrust his fingers in and out of her ass, teasing her channel from the other side as his mouth ate at her pussy and clit. She panted and squealed, her hips lifting and grinding, wanting more but at the same time not wanting it to end.
She was so close—so very close. Aiden seemed to know just what to do to keep her on that edge, to keep her dangling so close to the precipice she struggled to keep from, begging him to put her out of her misery.
“Don’t stop,” she panted as her fingers clenched and unclenched within the bedspread.
He shoved his fingers deeper, pumping them into her harder as he flattened his tongue against her clit and sucked. She gasped loudly, forcing her hips into his face as her orgasm slammed through her with an intensity that made her feel light-headed and ready to black out. Her limbs trembled as the throbs tightened the walls of her pussy and anus. She could feel them squeezing at his fingers, milking them as they came one after another.
Aiden removed his fingers and climbed over her just as the last of the throbs began to ease. He pressed the head of his cock at her dripping entrance, and in one, hard, long thrust, entered her pussy balls-deep.
Alana screamed and lifted her legs around his waist, holding tight to his arms as he rotated his hips, hitting her sensitive clit and sending sharp tingles of pleasure straight to her womb.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled.
She looked up at him, stared into eyes so dark with passion, they were almost navy blue. He pulled out slowly, sighing before ever so gently pushing back in with a groan, her juices easing the way for his overly thick rod. She moaned as he pressed deep, stretching her tight passage around his cock.
She could feel so much. His heat, his heartbeat as blood rushed through the thick vein that ran the underside of his shaft and teased her walls, making her wild.
“Oh God,” she gasped as he pulled almost out, then pressed back in slowly, inch by gloriously thick inch.
He growled deep in his throat like an animal, and the sound made her womb tighten. She liked that sound. It made her tremble from head to toe in pleasure so great, she wanted to scream.
She dropped her hands to his hips, digging her nails into the tight mounds of his ass as he continued his slow pumping.
“Faster,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his lower back.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice vibrating with a deep, sexy timbre.
He lowered his head, burying his face in the side of her neck, his lips teasing the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“I like the way you feel,” he murmured as he pressed deep, grinding against her clit.
She moaned and scratched at his lower back, trying to force him even farther inside her, trying to make him a part of her.
“I like how your pussy squeezes my cock,” he sighed as he pulled out, then pressed back in hard. “I like how you squeal when I shove every inch of it inside you.”
Had she squealed? She wasn’t sure. At the moment, she didn’t care.
“Aiden,” she groaned.
God, she was close. She was so close, she could taste it. Every part of her body shook with the rising intensity, the burning need to feel that glorious pleasure again and again.
Her stomach tightened, clenched, quivered as he increased his speed, thrusting faster, grinding against her clit on the down thrust and making her cry out with every glorious flick of his hips. His balls slapped against her ass, teasing her; his chest rubbed against her nipples as he moved, making them harden and throb.
One of his hands moved to cup her ass, then moved lower to the back of her thigh. He pushed, lifting it over his arm and forcing her to take even more of him.
Alana panted as the walls of her pussy throbbed and pulsed around his invading cock. Her womb clenched, then released a pleasure so wild and intense, she actually screamed.
Aiden pumped into her hard, over and over, hitting her cervix until one orgasm rolled into another. Her head lolled from side to side as she rode out one shockingly intense wave after another until he tensed above her, shouting as he lost himself in his own release.
His grip on her thigh eased, and her legs fell to the bed, limp and useless. Aiden dropped his forehead, resting it against hers as their breathing slowly returned to normal. He took a deep breath, then let it out with a soft chuckle.
“You’re a little wildcat,” he murmured, a sexy grin tugging at his lips. “I like wildcats.”
“I could tell,” she replied, returning the playful quirk of his lips.
He chuckled again, and the sound vibrated against her nipples, making her shiver. She shifted her hips, and he gasped, pressing into her.
“Fuck,” he growled, rising up on his elbows.
The shocked, almost fearful look on his face made her nervous, and she tensed. “What?”
“We forgot condoms. I can’t believe I forgot a fucking condom. Alana, I’m so sorry.”
Her eyes widened as what he said sank in. She was on the pill, so pregnancy wasn’t a worry, but…
“I get tested often, and I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “I know I’m safe. Please tell me you’re okay.”
Aiden dropped his forehead to hers in relief. “I’m fine. We’re fine. So’s Noah.”
“Oh, shit. That was stupid.” Alana sighed. She frowned at his mention of Noah but decided to push it from her mind for the moment.
Aiden snorted. “That’s how crazy you make me.”
He raised his head and stared down at her in a mixture of awe and uncertainty. He cupped her cheek, softly rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip. The way he looked at her made her feel so safe, pretty, but at the same time scared as hell.
She came here to investigate a house, not get involved with a guy.
“When do you pick up Lisa?” he whispered.
She blinked, her chest tightening with guilt as she realized she’d temporarily forgotten about her friend.
“This morning,” she replied. “By ten.”
He nodded and gently kissed the tip of her nos
e before brushing his lips along her jaw. His teeth scraped at the skin on the side of her neck, making it hard to concentrate, to think of anything other than what he made her feel. At the moment, there were no ghosts, no crazy weirdos, no deadlines or crew members. There was just her and Aiden.
He pulled the pillows from under her hips and moved them to the side. She lowered her hips to the bed, and Aiden’s sank with her. He kept his cock inside her, his half-hard length sliding against her walls as they followed each other’s movements to find a more comfortable position. She sighed, shifting her hips against his and making him moan as the heat of his skin warmed hers.
His lips brushed over her temple, and she closed her eyes, stroking her hands slowly up and over the hard muscles of his back. His muscles twitched beneath her exploring fingers.
“That’s nice,” he sighed in her ear, his breath tickling her neck. “Can you meet me at my office for a late lunch?” he asked.
“Are you going in?” she asked.
“I have to, whether I sleep or not. And right now, the last thing I want to do is sleep.”
He brushed his lips over hers, and instantly she realized just how easily she could lose her heart to this man. She needed to remember to keep it strictly physical. Get all she could for as long as she could, then go home with her heart intact.
Or at least that was the plan anyway. Alana knew plans didn’t always go as they were meant to.
Chapter Seven
“Good morning,” Alana sang as she stepped into Lisa’s hospital room.
Her friend’s hair was fixed this morning, her makeup once again perfect. The cuts had begun to fade, but Alana still worried what might happen if and when Lisa regained the memory of her attack.
Lisa turned to her and smiled. “There you are.” Her smile faded as Alana came farther into the room.
She knew what was coming, what Lisa saw when she looked at her: the lack of sleep, the hickey on her neck. Alana felt the heat of a blush move over her cheeks as Lisa’s eyes narrowed.
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