by J. S. Scott
“That can wait until…” Her words trailed off as he shifted her knees apart and nestled himself between her legs, pressing his erection against her warm heat. When he nuzzled her and brushed his lips against hers, she fisted his shirt and pulled him to her, stealing one kiss and then another as he grabbed her hips and nipped along her jawline to her ear, loving how her back arched to meet his body with hers.
“You had said you wanted a little more time, but, sweetheart, I don’t think I’m capable of waiting a whole lot longer.” His words were spoken against her pearly white skin as one hand drifted to cup her breast and pinch her nipple, while his other hand ran up the length of her neck to fist her hair and feast on her neck, her breath coming in stolen gasps. “And by the sweet sounds you’re making, I don’t think you want to wait much longer either.”
Unfortunately, she was wearing far too many clothes for his liking. Needing more, he bit her nipple through the fabric of her thin sweater before losing patience with it. Pulling it up over her head, he tossed it aside, giving himself a moment to take in her gorgeous breasts, the full mounds peeking over the raspberry red lace of her bra. And then they were pitched into an inky darkness, Chloe’s gasp sounding in the quiet.
Pulling her into his arms, he cradled her against him. “It’s all right, love…the generator should kick in momentarily.”
She nodded. “It just caught me off guard. Silly, I know.” Yet she still held onto him—and he was glad for it.
When he kissed her this time, he did so with a tenderness that was in such a stark contrast to all their other kisses, it threw him off-kilter and left him shaken.
What the hell was he doing?
This was just sex. Nothing more than fulfilling a primal need. He had no room in his life for tenderness.
Suddenly, getting involved with Chloe in any way seemed like a grave mistake. And yet, he couldn’t pull away from her, couldn’t let her go. The generator kicked in without warning, leaving him unable to hide his thoughts before she noticed.
He handed her the sweater he’d peeled off her body only moments earlier. “Maybe we should grab dinner.”
When he started to pull away, she wrapped her legs around him and grabbed his shirt. “Look…it seems like you’ve got a lot going on in that head of yours—and it’s none of my business. Believe me, we all have our issues. But, I like you and…you said it’s been three years. I could be wrong, but maybe you need this—and I don’t just mean physically.”
She loosened her hold on him, giving him the option to go. He pulled away from her and paced a few steps, trying to wrap his head around what he should do. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted her—but he also wanted to retreat back into his solitude.
Three years…
It’d be three or four days at the most before Chloe was out of his life, and maybe, just maybe, having her distract him during his most difficult time of the year might be exactly what he needed to get through it. Because even after all this time, his heart ached no less with his loss, nor had his anger abated.
He turned back and cupped her cheek in his hand before stealing a small kiss, and then another. “You’re right. I do need this, but I think I also need a little time to wrap my head around things. Do you mind?”
She shook her head no, and then slipped her arms around him and settled her head on his chest. “Take all the time you need.”
He was acutely aware of how hard his heart was pounding, and knew she could hear every thumping beat. It made him want to pull away and put some distance between them, and yet he found he didn’t have the strength nor the desire to let her go. He kissed the top of her head, and forced himself not to think about it. He needed to take the moment for what it was—a brief reprieve from his misery.
“One of us should give the pot a stir.” She kissed the hollow in his neck just above the collarbone, her soft lips warm against his skin, stoking his need for her back to life as her kisses started to wander.
“It’s fine…simmering…” Suddenly, she was the only thing he could think of and the last thing he wanted to do was wait. He flicked off the stove and scooped her into his arms, tossing her over his shoulder, unable to keep from smiling when she squealed in surprise. “I’m taking you to my bed. Do you have a problem with that?”
“I’m game if you are.” She gave his ass a hard smack as he carried her, his backside clearly far too accessible in her current position.
But two could play that game. With her plump ass right there on his shoulder, he followed through on the temptation and nipped at it, sending her squirming with a yelp. He tightened his hold with a laugh, when it occurred to him that it had been a very long time since he’d last laughed. “Quit your squirming, girl. Or I’ll be tempted to bite harder.”
Compared to his six foot three, she had to be nearly a foot shorter than him, and her weight was insignificant, allowing him to take the steps with ease. His room was just across the hall from the one he’d put her in, though he wondered how the next few days would play out and whether or not her bed would even get slept in.
Gently, he tossed her onto his bed. She’d yet to put her sweater back on, and damn if the girl wasn’t a sight to behold. He knelt on the bed and couldn’t help but smile when she sat up and stroked his hard length through his jeans, a sultry smile on her lips. “Don’t suppose you want to get rid of some of these clothes?”
Cupping her face, he tangled his fingers in her hair and bent down to steal a kiss. “You’re a forward little thing, aren’t you?” And so different from Hannah.
“Is that a problem?” One eyebrow perked up as she pinned him with a stare and stopped stroking him.
He tossed aside his flannel shirt and then added his tee to the pile. “Not at all. If anything, I really like it—clearly.” He tilted his head towards his erection as proof. “Though I’ll warn you now. I like to be in control.” He needed to be, since he had so little control over so many aspects of his life. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“I don’t know.” With a casual shrug, her small hands slid over his abs before tugging at his belt. As she undid the button on his jeans, his cock pulsed in anticipation, desperate for her. “Maybe…maybe not. Not really used to giving up control. I usually have too many things to take care of—and I want to take care of you.”
“I’ve no doubt you will, love. But it might be good for you to let someone else be in charge then.” He bit back a moan as she slipped her fingers around his girth and stroked him, nipping at her bottom lip and running his hands over her breasts, taking a moment to tease her nipples before unhooking her bra. He pulled away just enough to catch a glimpse of her dark rosy nipples, stark against her luminescent skin. “You’re stunning. You know that?”
She ran her tongue up his hard length and then licked the tip, making it jump under her touch. “You’re pretty stunning yourself.”
He bit back a needy groan as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her hand running down his length as she devoured him, his fingers tangling in her hair. Her tongue teased him as she took more of his length with each pass, his hold on her hair tightening while his hips slowly thrust towards her, fucking that pretty little mouth of hers.
It felt amazing, and yet he wouldn’t last if they kept this up. When he pulled free of her, he loved that she let out a needy little moan in protest. “You already have me riding that edge, love, and that’s not how I want this to go down.”
He shucked his jeans before running a hand down her leg to yank off her boots, first one and then the other, all the while drinking her in like she was a glass of ice water and he’d just run a marathon in the desert. From there, it was only a moment more before he’d rid her of her jeans and panties, all in one go, so she finally lay there naked before him.
Coherent thought seemed all but impossible with his heart pounding its deafening beat. It had been too long. Far too long—and she was gorgeous. Stunning. But there was no way in hell he was going to rush throu
gh this and not savor every moment. Settling himself between her legs, he stole her breath with a long kiss, his tongue dancing over hers as her warm, supple body shifted below him, searching him out.
He laughed against her lips. “Patience, love. We’ll get to that too.”
Pushing away his urgency, he forced himself to take things slow, to take in every detail of her—the quick pulse at her throat, her lush curves, her silky skin. He trailed a lazy line of kisses down her neck to her breasts, pausing to nip at her nipples and suck them into his mouth, teasing the hard tips with his tongue and loving the needy whimpers that escaped her lips.
By the gods, that sound drove him crazy and he didn’t think he’d ever tire of hearing it.
Her knees fell to the side as he kissed the curves of her belly and the sweet hollow above her hip bone, while he settled himself between her legs. He pressed his face against her soft inner thighs, breathing in her scent as he parted her slick folds with his tongue, savoring the salty sweet taste of her. Fucking hell, but he’d missed the taste of a woman. She let out another one of those delicious whimpers when he found her swollen clit and licked it with firm, broad strokes, before slipping a finger into her slick heat to tease and coax her closer to orgasm. Burying her hands in his hair, she tilted her hips towards him, her breathing now coming in ragged gasps.
“You’re so fucking wet, and you taste amazing…” When he spoke, he did so with his mouth still brushing her skin, knowing the vibration of his voice and his hot breath would add yet another layer of sensations.
“This feels so good, Aidan. But you’re killing me…you’re such a tease. I want more…” He liked that she was willing to talk, to answer him, to ask for what she wanted. Her hips shifted again, as if trying to get him to quicken his pace, though he refused to be rushed.
“I like taking my time, especially since it’ll be all the more fun when I finally let you come.” Lazily, he traced circles around her clit with his tongue, loving how she squirmed below him. He added a second finger and thrust upwards, curling his fingers against her G-spot as he caught her clit between his teeth and teased it.
“Please…” The pleading in her voice reminded him why he loved playing these sorts of games.
“Please? Please…what? Please stop? Please make me wait until after dinner? Please tie me up and spank me?” He couldn’t help but laugh, and damn if it didn’t feel good. He’d have plenty of time to feel guilty and miserable later.
“Please…I want to come.” She let out a frustrated groan, her hips still squirming under him, her breaths no more than shallow gasps. “I want you to make me come.”
Humor laced his voice. “I suppose you’ve been patient enough.”
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he tugged on it, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers flexed, his thrusts quickening, fucking her deeper. Her body tensed and quivered as she tightened her fingers in his hair, her hips pressed to his face as she cried out with her release.
If he thought he’d wanted her before, it was nothing compared to the need that was now coursing through him. With the taste of her orgasm still on his lips and her scent filling his head, spurring him on, he nipped at her hip and then kissed the curve of her belly before trailing his way up her body. Catching her mouth in a kiss that held all his passion, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled her to him, his cock nudging her upper thigh. It took all the willpower he had to not plunge into her, unsheathed, especially when her hips kept searching him out.
Condoms…fuck. Did he even have any? And if he did, when the hell had they expired? This was not a scenario he’d planned for. Of all the small details to derail an evening.
When a small laugh escaped him, she pulled away to look at him. “What’s so funny?”
“I don’t suppose you have protection? I…well, I’ve been living a bit of a solitary life.” He stole another kiss, though his hips shifted in protest, as if daring him to throw caution to the wind.
“Maybe. I don’t know. I can go have a look, though anything I have will probably be pretty damn old, too. I’ve never done this sort of thing, you know…without protection. But…it’s safe on my end, though I get it if you’d rather not…” She shook her head with a smile. “I’m rambling. And it wasn’t really something I thought to pack either.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He sure as hell hoped she was. After finally taking such a leap, he was desperate to see it through to completion, and with a snowstorm raging, it wasn’t as though he could easily run out to pick any up.
She tightened her legs around his hips and kissed him as she ran her hands down his back. “I want you, Aidan. And I trust you. So yeah…I’m sure.”
He didn’t have to be told twice.
Chapter Four
Chloe could think of little else but having Aidan take her, especially when she could feel his hard length teasing her. “Please…I want you. Desperately.”
How was it that a man she’d only just met could reduce her to begging? She was never like this. Never. Hell, she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been with someone, always too busy with work or family.
But now? She’d do just about anything Aidan wanted, even if she didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because Finn was so dear to her, that she felt like she already knew Aidan. Or maybe it was because Aidan was tall, gorgeous, and brilliant. Or maybe it was because he looked so haunted that it broke her heart. And yet it felt like there was more to it than any of those reasons combined. Maybe it was because from the moment she first set eyes on him, he’d stolen her breath and made her heart race.
With her legs still wrapped around him, she tightened her hold and shifted her hips towards him, hoping he’d show her some mercy. Unable to take much more and hoping it’d spur him on, she bit his neck hard enough to have him cursing under his breath.
His cock slowly parted her slit, thrusting his hips forward and burying himself to the hilt, filling her as her body stretched around his generous length and girth. She forced herself to take a breath, since that single thrust nearly had her coming once more. Her clit was already swollen and keeping time with her heartbeat, so that now that he’d started to move, each thrust left her teetering on the edge, and desperate for more, desperate for everything he had to offer.
He watched her with those sharp hazel eyes, as if not wanting to miss a moment. And yet it made her want to bury her face in his shoulder, her arm, anywhere she might be allowed to escape the scrutiny of his gaze as he took her, claimed her body and touched her soul, pushing her self-control further and further out of her reach.
“You’re not to come until I tell you, love. Are we clear?” His stern voice—the authority in it—was nearly her undoing as she teetered on the edge, fighting to hold on. “Answer me, Chloe.”
“I’ll try.” And she would. But how could she promise not to come when she was already so incredibly close?
“Try?” He pulled out of her, leaving her reeling from his absence, though she’d barely had time to protest when he’d flipped her onto her hands and knees, and entered her from behind. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back, but that tiny spark of pain did nothing but push her closer to the edge. “Must I really ask again?”
“I won’t come until you tell me to…I promise.” Though she damn well knew that it was a promise she’d have little control over breaking.
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging in just enough to send a flicker of delicious pain through her body as he thrust into her with such force, it felt like he was not only claiming her body, but her soul. He’d then slowly pull out, ever so slowly, before thrusting back in to claim her once more, indelibly marking her as his.
He draped himself across her back and pinned her to him with an arm across her chest as he took her hard, his lips at her ear and his breath warm on her skin. “Can you feel that, love? The way it’s building inside you?”
She nodded with a whimper of need, but knew he wanted to hear an answer
. How she managed to find the words, she hadn’t a clue. “Yes. And I’m so close, Aidan.” So fucking close, her head was spinning with the effort to not come.
“I know you are, sweetheart…you’re so wet, so tight…and you feel fucking amazing.” His words only spurred her on, and she swore she’d never before been left teetering on such a precarious slope. When his pace picked up, each thrust ending on a punctuation, she could take little more.
“Aidan…”
“Come for me, Chloe.” He slammed into her as his teeth clamped on her neck, her pain and pleasure blossoming into one and unleashing her orgasm.
She cried out as her vision shattered into a million shards of white light, her body quivering in his arms and he joined her with his own release, pulsing his hot cum deep inside her, their union complete.
***
Chloe wasn’t sure what to expect from Aidan, though for now, she was happy enough to just stay curled up in his arms, pleasantly sore, as his warm body tangled with hers. She had to admit that sex with Aidan had been unlike anything she’d ever experienced—not that she’d been with many men, given her crazy work schedule and her non-existent social life. And it had not only been good, but mind-blowing. She hadn’t expected to like it when a guy took control, and yet…she’d surprised herself.
Unable to resist, she nestled her face in the crook of his neck and kissed him. “You okay?” He’d said very little after their adventure together, and though she knew nothing of his past, she was sure he was going through a rollercoaster of emotions.
“You must be starving.” He quickly kissed the top of her head, and shifted her out of his arms before rolling out of bed to grab a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. “The chili should still be hot.” Without another word, he made his escape down the stairs.
