She didn’t hesitate. While they were in their lip lock, she fisted his shirt and yanked it out of his pants.
Okay then.
He let her set the pace. She drew away from him to eye his chest. He wasn’t as built as some of his cousins, but he was lean, and he liked how she ogled his muscles.
“I missed this last time you had your shirt off.”
“We had more pressing matters. And you were amazing.”
She looked at him through her lashes. “You thought so?”
“I have since I met you.”
She melted into him, her hands splayed on his back. Nuzzling her neck, he lifted the hem of her dress. The higher he lifted it, the more satiny skin of her legs was visible. He raised it until the lace trim of her underwear slammed lust into him so hard he almost dropped her dress.
Drawing it over her head, he stood still. The garment dropped from his fingers.
Whoa. Tiny scraps of fabric blocked him from paradise. A triangle of underwear covered the apex between her legs, and the sheer material of her bra offered no protection against the delicious view underneath.
His mouth watered to taste her.
Lifting his gaze, he met hers. Her lips parted, her breathing shallow. He enclosed her hand in his and raised it to his mouth. Laying a kiss on each knuckle, he took his time.
“Are you ready for this?”
She tightened her hold on him. “With you, yes.”
That was what he needed to hear. He swooped her up. She clung to him as he stretched across the bed with her.
The tiny hook of her bra was nothing. He parted the ends to reveal luminescent skin that begged for his touch. Dusky brown nipples peaked, and he picked one to cover with his mouth, his hand ensconcing the other.
She arched into him, her legs parting to cradle him on either side. He settled in to pleasure her. His fiancée.
She shivered against him as he rolled the tight bud against his tongue. Her hands threaded through his hair. He’d walk proudly around town with messy hair if she was the cause of it.
Switching breasts, he traced his tongue around her nipple before blowing across it.
Her sharp inhale and the tightening of her legs against him made him smile.
She rocked against him. If she was anything like him, she’d been desperately wanting release since their walk in the woods. Both times, they’d done nothing but kiss—a lot—and grope each other through their clothes, but the ache hadn’t left him.
He’d take care of her. As he nuzzled his way down, he hooked his fingers under her underwear and rolled them down.
By the time he reached his goal, she’d parted her legs wider to make room for his shoulders. Her sex glistened for him.
He dropped a kiss on her inner thigh. Her leg twitched.
He lifted his gaze off her sweet folds. “I want to taste you.”
It sounded like a question. And it kind of was. He didn’t want to do anything to ruin the night.
She nodded, catching her pink lower lip between her teeth.
Taking his time, as much as it pained him, he licked and nibbled his way to her sex. Her hands froze in his hair.
“My flower,” he murmured and laved his way to her clit.
She gasped and arched when he hit it. This wouldn’t take long.
He leisurely stroked her with his tongue. Her hips jerked, and her hands left his hair to twist in the comforter. His zipper cut into his erection, but he relished the bite. Her pleasure would be his undoing otherwise.
She relaxed her knees farther, her body growing fluid, her moans punctuating each swipe of his tongue. When she started thrusting her hips like she needed more, he placed a finger at her entrance.
Could he last through this? Heat flowed off of her. He inserted the tip of his digit into her. Tight walls gripped him. Her juices flooded his tongue, a taste that was uniquely Daisy. His flower.
He withdrew his finger and then slid it in farther. Her panting came faster; her hips bucked.
“I’ll take care of you.” He clamped his mouth over her clit and thrust into her sex.
“Aaron!” Her orgasm hit. He didn’t have to move. She writhed and bucked against his face, riding his finger as her walls convulsed around him. The erotic sight she made was enough to make him come, but he forced down every lustful thought, damn near blanking his mind to hold back his own orgasm.
He wanted to come inside of his fiancée.
When she went limp on the bed with a heavy breath, he pulled away. Grabbing a condom from the drawer, he reared up to his knees.
As he worked the fly of his pants open and shoved them down, he let his gaze wander over her. She was spread wantonly beneath him. Her legs open, her sex wet from him, her nipples pointing to the ceiling. The soft curves of her muscles ready to embrace him.
She pushed hair off her face, her gaze glued to his cock. It twitched under her stare. He paused again, giving her time to signal him it was okay to continue.
She met his gaze, stark desire simmering in her eyes. “I liked that.”
The corner of his mouth hitched up. “I did to.”
She rose to her elbows and cocked her head. “You called me your flower.”
“You’re my Daisy.”
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. His cock twitched again. “Then…I want just you to call me that when I get to the States.”
He nodded once. “Done.” Anything for her.
She sat up and wrapped her hand around his length. He opened the condom and handed it to her.
This was really going to happen. Would he be a disappointment?
He’d never had sex with someone knowing they’d get married. The magnitude of the moment settled around his shoulders like a winter coat. Would their first time set the whole tone of their relationship? What if he came as soon as he entered her?
As soon as she rolled the condom on, need wiped out his worries. She closed her hand around him and pumped her fist.
His head lolled back, and his eyes closed. “Daisy. I’m struggling as it is. This first round might not last long.”
“But there’ll be others.”
His eyes flew open. Did that sultry tone belong to his flower?
She laid back, leading him to her entrance.
Leaning on an elbow, he held himself above her. She released him, and he hovered at her sex.
Steadily, he pushed inside. She rocked along his length as he backed up and slowly thrust in again. Her tight walls didn’t resist, but he worried his girth and her size wouldn’t work together. With patience and gritted teeth, he seated himself fully inside.
Another groan left him, and his eyes drifted shut again.
Glorious. There was nothing more a man could ask for. Heat surrounded him. He strained not to piston like a madman.
She embraced him, and he started his rhythm. Slow at first. She needed time to recover from her first orgasm.
Jaw clenched, he pumped his hips. It wasn’t long before her legs wrapped around him, greedy for more.
Yes. She was going to come again, and he just might last long enough for it.
“My Daisy,” he murmured against her ear. Tremors wracked her body.
He didn’t nibble, just pressed his lips against the base of her neck and picked up the pace.
Their rhythm matched perfectly. He shifted the angle to work his hand between them. Like he had with his mouth, he only rested his finger against her clit. Their movement was enough to push her over the edge.
Thank god, because he didn’t think he could hold back any longer.
His name ripped from her lips again. He pumped once, twice more, and reared up, throwing his head back, growling her name.
His climax hit so hard he went rigid. She shuddered underneath him as he released.
Finally, his orgasm freed him from its hold and he collapsed over Daisy, but ensured he didn’t crush her.
She peppered kisses along his chest as she kneaded her hands over his shoulders an
d back into his hair.
They stayed like that until their breathing evened out.
He rose to his elbows. Her sex appeal had only grown as she smiled up at him.
She traced his jaw. “Now I’m hungry.”
Just like that, he was hard again. “One more time and then we’ll order room service.”
And after that, he planned to hold her next to him every last minute of their time together.
***
Aaron woke with a start. Shit—did he miss his flight?
Frowning, he looked around the room. It was still nighttime. The lights were off, but with the blinds open and only the sheers covering the window, ambient light from the city showed Daisy reclined in the uncomfortable hotel chair facing out the window.
“What’s wrong?” He rolled up and crossed to stand behind the chair to see what she was seeing. She was still nude, and he’d shed the rest of his clothes within seconds after their first time.
Taillights and headlights streamed through the streets. The buildings around them, other hotels, had scattered lights on throughout each floor. Shadows cast over her face couldn’t hide her serious expression.
“I’m thinking about…leaving. You leaving. Then I’ll be leaving.” She peered up at him. “It’s hard not knowing when.”
“We’ll apply as soon as I get back. Let’s plan for three months so at least we have a goal. If it’s sooner, great. If it’s delayed, we’ll get through it. Together.”
She reached behind her to clasp his hand. “How did we find each other?”
“I don’t care how as long as we did.” And that was the truth.
She released a quiet sigh. “No matter what, I will miss Manila. And will miss Manila with you.”
Her touch had reignited the blood flow.
He released her hand. “I’ll be right back.” Padding to the end table, he snatched another condom.
He rolled it on as he walked back. She peeked over the back of the chair to see what he was doing. “Again?”
Was that anticipation in her tone?
“Yes, only this time, we’re going to create one last memory of Manila together.” He held out his hand. She glanced from it to his straining erection, then accepted the offer.
Once she was standing, he took her place on the chair. Towing her to him, he spun her to face the windows.
“Ah,” she said as he tugged her onto his lap, her back to his chest.
His cock was pressed between them as he gathered her thick hair and bared her neck. She eased into him as he kneaded her breasts and nipped the sensitive area at the base of neck.
Brushing one hand down her flat belly, he continued until he reached her clit. She writhed over him, her hands clutching the arms of the chair.
Now. He lifted her at the waist and positioned her over his cock. She lowered herself onto him, and he hissed as she took his length into her. Keeping his hand at her sex, he worked her clit, using his other hand to massage a nipple between his fingers. All the while, he scraped along her neck with his teeth, soothing with his tongue.
Heat flooded his hand. She jerked into him as she orgasmed. He let her ride it out, milking every drop of pleasure. When she was done, he stood, holding her to him as he was still seated inside.
“This will be our memory of Manila.” He placed her hands on the glass and gripped her hips.
“Yes,” she rasped.
He pumped. He wanted her watching the city, seeing the image of them in the window, of him taking her. His fiancée.
He wanted to fuck her so hard it’d get them through every lonely night until she was back in his arms.
“Daisy.” He thrust harder. “Do you see us in the glass?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, curving her back to open wider for him.
“This is the memory of us I want to leave you with. You and me in Manila. In this room.”
She cried out, bracing herself against the cool surface of the window.
Her sex convulsed around his cock. Hell, she was climaxing already.
That sent him reeling over the peak. His fingers dug into her flesh as he released, bucking, grunting, gritting his teeth. When it was over, he was amazed he could stay standing. From the way Daisy hung against the glass, he was the only thing keeping her upright.
He withdrew and swept her up into his arms. Settling her into bed, he crawled in behind her.
“You and me, flower.”
“You and me,” she murmured before falling asleep in his embrace.
Chapter Eleven
Aaron leaned over the table and poked Lucas’s tablet.
“Dammit, Walker. Let me finish,” Lucas growled.
The night was quiet at Barley ‘n’ Hops, making it an ideal place to brainstorm a wedding…for whenever the bride arrived. It’d been six weeks since he’d flown home. It was after the new year, and he and Daisy were in constant contact. She still worked at the internet café. He’d either stay up late to talk with her, or rush home to be by a computer. There were other ways to talk besides Skype, but it was their routine and Daisy insisted on using her discount and not wasting money on anything else.
Each chat was its own torture. Because now he knew her—what she felt like, the sounds she made when he was inside of her. They’d disconnect, and he’d be left with a sense of emptiness, like he wanted to crawl out of his skin and dunk himself in the snow to numb his nerves.
She’d been through her visa interview; they were just waiting for the word. When she was notified, she’d call or email and he’d make her flight arrangements. He’d been meticulous, following each instruction in the application process to a T. Daisy had done the same on her end.
Just the wait was left.
To cheer him up and bribe him into going to the bar with him, Lucas offered to help start planning the wedding. Aaron didn’t want to do much without Daisy, but it felt like progress. And Lucas had risen above his own misery to help.
Lucas pulled up the website of the dance hall to search for openings. “Ninety days from when she lands the clock starts ticking right?”
“Yep.” And they wouldn’t rush. He wanted her to use as much time as was allowed to acclimate.
He rubbed his hands along his thighs. What if she hated Moore? What if she hated his living situation? He hadn’t been honest on how his family lived with him. There always seemed to be a better time to tell her.
With the way Mom was acting and the three feet of snow outside and below zero temperatures, he didn’t want to bring up the topic of them moving out after Jackson graduated. If Daisy was okay with it, he wouldn’t push the issue until after Nicolas graduated next year. A year and a half of one big semi-happy family.
As long as Daisy didn’t mind.
Lucas squinted at the online calendar. “Looks like you have the pick of weekends until April hits. Every weekend in April is already booked.”
Their drinks were delivered. Aaron glanced up to thank their server. Trina smiled back at him, a little less hostile than the last time he’d run across her in the bar.
“What’s this I hear about weddings? Who’s getting married?” She slanted a look at the tablet.
Lucas didn’t tap out of it but rolled his gaze to Aaron.
Hell, he and his entire crew of relatives hadn’t spoken outside of the family about Daisy. When someone had asked about his trip, he couldn’t hold back his smile, but he’d kept his private life private. He wanted his fiancée by his side before he told anyone.
Aaron scrolled through his brain for an excuse. The four cousins he farmed with were married, but there was Travis’s brother Justin, who’d recently moved back to town. “We were teasing Justin about settling down now that he’s come back to farm with us.”
She nodded and shrugged. “That’s right. I didn’t believe it until I saw him driving a fancy-ass truck around.”
Yeah, Justin had returned with a healthy bank account.
Lucas took a swig from his beer bottle. That was a good sign
. He wasn’t hitting the hard stuff—yet. “When do you get off work, Trina?”
Her eyes narrowed. “When do you go home to your wife?”
A muscle clenched in Lucas’s jaw, but he covered it with a cavalier tone. “Uh, never. The divorce papers arrived last week.”
Trina’s eyes flew wide. “I’m so sorry.” She blinked again. Aaron knew how she felt. Lucas hadn’t said a thing.
“Surprised? I didn’t quit farming, and she didn’t leave Dr. Do-me, so I filed. She still thinks I’ll move to town and woo her back. Not gonna happen.” He took another drink and swayed toward her. “Does that change anything?”
Not all of the sympathy drained out of her face, but she did smile. “No. Sorry, again. That baggage hasn’t been unpacked.” She switched her gaze to Aaron, a hint of suggestion in her eyes.
He looked away. A nice corner he painted himself into.
Lucas swiveled his gaze between the two of them until he settled on Aaron and cocked a brow.
Aaron’s choices were to sidestep the conversation and let Trina think he passed because Lucas had hit on her first, or to be honest without throwing his privacy away and hope she didn’t inquire further. “I’m seeing someone, Trina.”
She recoiled. Did she have to look so surprised. “So that’s why you haven’t been in here in a while.”
He nodded, not trusting himself to not spill every detail about Daisy, from her laugh to how much she loved her mom’s cooking. A sense of betrayal plagued him, but it was for Daisy’s benefit. Her new start couldn’t be shadowed by opinions and speculations.
“That’s awesome,” Trina said. “Holler when you two want a refill.” She wandered away without looking at either of them.
Lucas glared at his beer.
Interpreting Lucas’s behavior was becoming another task on his never-ending list. “If you have a thing for her, why did you keep pushing her and I together?”
“Cuz I was married, jackass.” Lucas tapped his tablet screen back on. “And I didn’t think she’d be so hung up on you.”
“She’s not. I’m not the reason she’s been averting you for months.”
“I know,” Lucas growled. “I should’ve told people I was divorcing sooner, but I’m like you with Daisy. I don’t want people in my business.”
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