by Tawny Weber
Sweet baby, she was gorgeous.
Long, lithe, golden and gorgeous.
“You’re still fully clothed,” she pointed out.
“This a problem?”
“I can’t do naughty things to you until we’re in an equal state of undress.” She tilted her chin, giving him a haughty look at odds with her naked glory.
“What kind of naughty things?”
“The kind that involve my tongue.”
Aiden was pretty sure he set a new personal record for stripping naked.
“And look,” Sage said, holding up a glass bowl filled with condoms. “Wasn’t it sweet of our friends to take such good care of us.”
“Great. Gimme,” he told her with a grin, bending his fingers in a c’mere gesture.
“You’d be the expert on protection,” Sage murmured, giving him the bowl. “Bet I can show you something new, though.”
“Go for it,” he suggested, handing a condom right back to her.
Her eyes twinkling, Sage arched one brow, then used her teeth to rip the foil open.
She didn’t pull out the condom, just held it high in one hand while she reached the other around the back of his neck to pull his mouth down.
Tongues dueling, the kiss went from hot to incendiary with the nip of her teeth.
Before it got really good, though, she moved. Her mouth as hot as her body, she kissed her way down his throat, over his chest. Her tongue swirled around his nipples, making Aiden groan and grip her waist.
Then she slid out of his grasp, and down his body.
“Sage,” he said quietly, not sure he could take much more.
Her lips wrapped around the sensitive tip of his penis.
Yeah. He’d take more. As much as she wanted to give.
She sipped at his head, her eyes locking on his as she swirled her tongue around and around. It was like being stroked in wet velvet.
He used to be a civilized guy. A decorated member of the United States Armed Forces. A brilliant mind.
Now, Sage naked at his feet and his body pounding with need, he was a savage.
“Bed,” he growled.
“Here,” she challenged, quickly sliding the latex over his erection.
Never one to refuse a dare, he grabbed her arms, swept her up the length of his body. With a wicked grin, she slid one foot along the back of his thigh until she reached his waist. Aiden gripped her by the hips, hefting her high. She wrapped her other leg so she was straddling him.
Aiden braced himself, digging his heels into the carpet. Fingers digging into her butt, he angled and thrust.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped, her hands tight on his shoulders. “You’re like Super Lover. With special powers and everything.”
“Babe, you don’t know the half of it,” he told her, his ego swelling even bigger than his rock-hard erection.
Guiding her, sliding her, he tried to pace himself.
She was so hot. So tight.
Her breasts slid over his chest, her nipples leaving fiery trails on his skin.
His fingers dug into her butt. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to disconnect, to grab those last feeble threads of control.
“Wait,” he demanded, stilling.
“Noooo,” she moaned.
“Patience, Sage,” he ordered on a growl.
Still buried inside her, it took him two steps to reach the bed. It took three seconds to calculate the odds of them both hitting the mattress with him still inside her, and his dick not snapping off.
Deciding they weren’t really in his favor, he took her mouth in a hot, wet kiss as he slowly, reluctantly pulled out.
Her protest was half moan, half whimper.
Still holding her, he carefully, as if she were precious treasure, laid her on the edge of the bed.
His eyes met hers.
She was so damned beautiful.
He slid into her wet heat, her body gripping him so tight he almost cried with the intensity of the pleasure.
This, he realized as he plunged, was home.
He’d finally come home.
The thought exploded, bigger than the orgasm building, like an emotional climax spewing all over the place. He pushed it aside, focusing on his body. On the building pleasure.
On giving the same pleasure to Sage.
He plunged, slow and deep. Each thrust met by her hips, their sweat-slick bodies moving in sync with each other.
Her breath came faster with each descent.
A soft, silken flush washed over her chest, coating her breasts a tempting shade of strawberry. He had to taste.
Arms locked, he leaned down, swiping his tongue over her nipple.
Sage cried out, arching higher, offering her breast for his feasting pleasure.
Who was he to say no?
Aiden feasted away.
Thrusting deep, he sucked on her nipple.
Then with a balance honed by years of physical training, he straightened and shifted his weight onto one hand. Still thrusting, he reached between their bodies to find her swollen bud.
She shuddered, her eyes flying open to meet his.
The passion in her gaze was an erotic invitation, begging him to do more, to make her feel every possible delight. Winding tighter and tighter inside, like a bomb about to explode, his body tensed.
“Go,” he ordered through clenched teeth.
“Make me,” she challenged.
The climax throbbed, right there on the edge. Determined to send her over first, Aiden pulled out until just the tip of his dick was buried in her warmth.
Her brow creased, a look of frustration flashing in her eyes.
He plunged again, slow and intense until he was buried so deep he wasn’t sure where she started and he left off.
Her eyes widened, frustration gone and passion fogging the aquamarine depths.
He slid back out.
She whimpered.
He plunged, a little faster this time.
Her breath came in pants now.
In. Out.
Faster and faster.
Her fingers skewered his butt, her hips thrusting to meet his. Slamming tighter and tighter against each other. Aiden growled.
“Go,” he demanded again.
“Yessssss.”
She went over with a gasp, her body arching high, pressing tight against his. Her breath coming in panting whimpers now, she ground her pelvis against him as if she were trying to milk every last drop of delight from his body.
It was the look in her misty eyes that sent him over. Hazy passion, dancing joy and absolute trust. Balanced on her shoulder blades, she reached up to cup her hands over his cheeks, pulling his face close for a sweet kiss.
The sweetness was his undoing.
Aiden exploded.
His body. His mind.
His heart.
Every piece of him blew to bits as he lost himself in her body. He lost track of time. Black edged his vision but he never lost sight of her face. Of those eyes.
He loved her.
Dammit.
* * *
THIS WAS IT. Sage sank into the delight, floating on a cloud of pleasure so deep and intense, she felt as though it’d taken over her body.
She’d finally found it.
Bliss.
That elusive answer to everything she’d spent her life searching for. The key to everything she wanted, everything she needed.
Aiden was her bliss.
Her bliss rolled off her, pressing a warm kiss against her shoulder as he moved away for a second. Then, before she could react to his moving—or her discovery—he was back, sweeping her into his arms. Again.
Before she even registered that she was up, he lay her down again, this time at the top of the bed, where he joined her, pulling the blankets over them both.
He was such a prince.
The Prince of Bliss.
Her eyes flew open and she slammed down to earth as the pleasure cloud evaporated in a puff of panic.
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br /> Oh, shit.
No. Oh, no, no, no.
Not Aiden.
He couldn’t be her bliss.
It was just the sex talking.
Her cognitive skills were fogged by waves of orgasmic pleasure.
Her brain was high on sugar from that fingerful of hot fudge.
It was a mentally lethal combination.
Besides, the guy had some serious skills in bed. Aiden. A guy she’d known for most of her life, was the world’s greatest lover.
The possessor of the magical key to bliss.
She was in so much trouble.
“Sage?”
She pulled the bedspread higher, tucking it under her chin.
Hey, she considered it a victory that it wasn’t over her head.
“Sage?” he repeated when she didn’t respond. “Are you okay?”
Was she okay? Her mind raced.
She could run, get the hell out of here and escape. The room, the town, the state.
But her dad needed her.
And she’d promised Aiden that she was in it for the long haul. She might be a flake, but she didn’t break her promises.
She could tell him how she felt.
He was a SEAL. He could handle the terror.
Or she could do what she did best.
Revel in the moment, enjoy every blissful second of what they had here, and deal with the fallout later.
“You okay?”
“I’m amazing,” she stated.
“Yeah, you are,” he agreed with a satisfied sound that was half growl, half sigh.
He sounded so sexy. Pure satisfied masculinity. She’d done that, made him growl with pleasure.
She wanted to do it again.
With a deep breath, she shoved back the fear and grabbed onto the moment as she rolled onto one elbow.
He was gorgeous.
His eyes soft with fading passion, his lips swollen from kissing her. And that body. Oh, yeah, she had a lot to thank Uncle Sam for. Because while nature might have given him a very nice start, the military had honed his physique to a work of art.
A very yummy work of art.
“You know we have the rest of the weekend to fill,” she murmured.
“Any ideas?”
“I do think we should use the hot fudge before it’s cold,” she pointed out.
Disappointment flashed in his eyes for a second, then faded to friendly concern.
“You’re hungry?”
“I am,” she said with a nod.
As much because she needed to move as to add some fun to their sexy times, Sage scurried from the bed. Comfortably naked, she crossed the room to get the fudge, unplugging the warmer and bringing just the bowl back with her. It wasn’t until she reached the side of the bed that she noticed Aiden’s expression.
All of a sudden, she felt like a goddess. The worship in his eyes was as hot as his mouth had been earlier.
“Amazing,” was all he said, though.
Her cheeks warmed. How silly. Had a guy ever made her blush before? She couldn’t remember even once, especially after they’d got naked together. But Aiden, he had a way of making her feel every kind of thing she’d never imagined before.
“I get the first lick,” she decided, holding the bowl aloft.
“Nope.” He grabbed the bowl with one hand, her wrist with the other. A quick tug had her on the mattress next to him. “You licked earlier. Now it’s my turn.”
“Oh, my.” She shifted onto her elbows, tossing her hair back to keep it out of the sticky range.
“You didn’t bring a spoon?” he asked, giving the bowl a confused look.
Sage’s lips twitched. He was so cute.
“I’d planned to use my fingers,” she told him.
He frowned, then as if realizing the silliness of worrying about utensils when his plate was her body, he grinned back.
“Dessert time, then,” he announced, dipping two fingers into the thick brown sweet. He paused as if testing the temperature, then gave her a long look. Like an artist assessing a blank canvas, trying to decide where to start worshipping his masterpiece.
He must have decided he was a top-down kind of guy, because he took that scoop of chocolate and swirled it around one nipple, then the other.
He gave her a wicked look, then dipped his fingers again and painted a smile on her tummy.
“Happy,” he said with a grin.
“Indeed?”
“Yeah. I’ll prove it.”
He offered her his chocolate-coated fingers. More than ready to enjoy, Sage sucked the chocolate off of them one at a time. His dick danced a hard tribute of delight as she did.
“Yum,” she told him.
“Let’s see.”
He proceeded to lick her body clean.
Sage was hot and wet by the time he finished licking the smile clean. As he licked, his own fingers worked their way between her thighs, sliding inside her to swirl, then plunge, then swirl again.
“Aiden,” she begged, her fingers digging into the mattress.
“Just a sec, I’m eating,” he told her as he shifted lower, his shoulders pressing her thighs wider.
He moved his fingers to make room for his tongue.
Still sipping, his groan of delight making it clear he found her as tasty as the chocolate, he sucked and licked until Sage exploded.
Lights flashed behind her eyes.
The rich scent of chocolate filled her senses.
Her body trembled as he kissed his way back up, burying his face in her throat before taking her mouth with his.
His hands felt so good on her body. Strong, firm, delicious. When he touched her, she was in heaven.
His hands made her feel sexy. Gave her the most intense pleasure. At the same time, she felt safe. Like nothing could hurt her when he was around.
“Chocolate bliss,” she said, licking her bottom lip.
“Sage bliss,” he corrected, rubbing his thumb over the corner of her mouth. “Delicious.”
Before she could claim her turn, he sank into a mind-blowing kiss. His mouth molded hers, his tongue sweeping inside with the richly addicting taste of fudge.
She wanted to eat him up.
To keep him, forever.
Afraid of that thought, she moved fast, shifting so she was over his body. She ran her hands over his mouthwatering expanse of muscles, then straddled his hips.
“Yum,” he growled, his hands cupping her breasts. “I like the view.”
“You’re going to like the ride even more,” she promised.
Teasing them both, she leaned across him to grab a condom from the bowl on the nightstand. The move brushed her breast over his face. As she straightened, she brushed over him again, but slower this time.
A clever, resourceful kind of guy, he took good advantage of her offer, sipping at her nipple. It felt so good she had to stay for a few extra seconds to enjoy. Desire wound, tense and edgy in her belly again. You’d think she’d be sated, or at least comfortable. Instead, she was as needy and desperate for Aiden as she’d been earlier.
He nipped, then laved her nipple as if soothing the wound. Her thighs quivered and the desire coiled tighter. Even tighter than earlier, she realized. Now that she’d had him, now that she knew how incredible it was, she was even more turned on.
And in very real danger of coming right here and now.
“Not yet,” she said to both of them, straightening so quickly that his mouth made a slurping sound. “I’ve got plans here, sexy boy. You’re not going to distract me.”
“Bet I could.”
Shifting down his thighs a little, she tore open the condom and gave him a wicked look.
“I’ll bet you could, too. But think of everything you’d miss out on if you do.”
To give him an idea of what that everything included, she shifted again, poised above his erection. She bent her knees just a little, so the tip of his dick was right there, at the entrance of delight.
Her eyes loc
ked on his, she trailed her fingers up her thighs, along the sides of her waist. She paused to cup her own breasts, loving how his eyes darkened and he groaned.
As soon as he reached out, his hands replacing hers, she continued her journey. Her fingers skimmed the sides of her throat, then she combed them through her hair.
She arched her back and lowered her body at the same time.
Taking him inside her.
Shuddering as he filled her with his hard length.
Her inner walls trembled around him, clenching in so so many tiny orgasms.
Her breath sped up.
Her heart pounded so hard, she could barely hear their breaths over the beating in her head.
His thumbs rubbed her nipples in time with her moves.
Up and down.
Around and around.
He was so good.
So delicious.
And so incredible to watch.
His eyes glazed over.
His body tensed beneath her, those gorgeous muscles rippling as he moved. His hips lifted now to meet hers. Their bodies came together faster. But his hands never left her breasts, his focus never left her face.
She’d always dreamed of bliss. Of finding that perfect something that touched her heart, filled her world with joy. With this feeling, she could do anything. Be everything.
As good as she was at dreaming, at vividly imagining what bliss would be like, she’d been totally clueless.
This was so much more than she’d ever imagined.
It was bigger.
Brighter.
Totally soul-encompassing.
But even as she sank again into the blissful sexual haze, she could feel the terror hanging there, right over her shoulder like a grim specter, tapping its foot and waiting to engulf her.
9
WHO KNEW GREAT SEX could work up such an appetite? Sage helped herself to a second apple pancake and scooped more eggs onto her plate. Mrs. Green had outdone herself with breakfast today.
“Are you seriously going to eat all of that?” Nina asked, seated across from Sage at the Professor’s table. Her plate looked a little sad with its three pieces of fruit and dollop of yogurt.
“I’m hungry,” Sage said before taking a huge bite. As soon as she swallowed, she added, “Besides, I have a great metabolism. I’ll work this off before dinner.”
“Sure you will. If you’re having sex with Aiden again.”
Unfazed, Sage just smiled and ate a big bite of apple-enriched pancake. Who was she to deny the awesomeness that was her current sex life? Her fork halfway to her mouth, she paused to sigh in appreciation at the memories. Not just of last weekend and their engagement party after-party, but of the three days following. Lunchtime sex. Poolside sex. Dragging-her-along-for-a-run-and-her-distracting-him sex.
