Page 64 of His to Cherish
His head raised and his eyes caught mine. I saw a glimmer of hope, of sparkling light, flash in them before his hand moved to the waistband of my own underwear.
Lifting an eyebrow in question, I nodded my assent.
Please.
Take them off.
Take me.
Own me.
I wanted to shout all of it as I squirmed beneath his tender touches while he stood for a moment, kicking off his boxers before joining me on the bed again.
His erection jutted out thick and strong and powerful, just like the tortured man in front of me.
I licked my lips, imagining how good it would feel when he was finally inside of me.
“Keep staring at me like that and this will be over before it begins.”
I smiled, all nerves gone. He couldn’t seem to pull his gaze off me and I didn’t want him to. Every look he gave me, every touch of his hands as they began to press against my most sensitive flesh, pushed me closer to finding my own release.
“I could say the same to you,” I said, gasping as his thumb brushed over my clit.
He laughed. It was quick and husky and over before it began, but damn it if it wasn’t the most beautiful sound I’d heard in months.
“Aidan,” I whispered, my hands sliding across him to grip his waist. “I want you.”
He swallowed, his eyes roaming over my chest and body as if he couldn’t decide where to focus, and his cheeks flushed with desire. So damn sexy.
“You, too.”
I lost his gaze as his hands gripped my hips, pressing me firmly into the bed, and my hands flew to his hair, gripping it tightly in my fingertips when his tongue swiped against my needy center.
I gasped while he teased and tasted me, seeming to feast on me, bringing me quickly to the brink of pleasure.
My fingertips dug into his scalp, tugging his hair, pulling him closer, pushing him away, the overwhelming sensations too much for me as I continued writhing beneath him.
I repeated his name, calling to him over and over again as everything inside me began to coil tight with impending release. Just as I was about to shatter beneath him into a million beautiful pieces, he pulled his mouth away and pressed his fingers inside me.
He shifted up farther and his mouth fell against mine as he reached into the bedside table next to me, slowing the movement of his fingers as he pulled out a strip of condoms.
I ripped them out of his hand, tore off a packet, and opened it.
He shot me a grin at my frantic movement, making my swollen flesh clench around his fingers.
“In a hurry?”
My cheeks flushed. “I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing.” He pushed in and twisted. I forgot what I was doing as my body shook. “Oh God, Aidan.”
“I love that sound,” he whispered, his voice rough and filled with the same need inside me. “Love the way you say my name like that. So damn sexy, Chelsea.”
I mewled in frustration when he pulled his fingers from my body and took the condom out of my fingers.
“You sure?”
Yes!I wanted to scream, but was only able to nod.
My gaze drifted down and I watched every precious moment of him rolling the condom slowly down his erection. I reached out, helping him, needing to feel him before he took my hand away and began to enter me.
