It was electric. The unexpected heat and boldness, right there at the feminine heart of her, where she’d wanted him to be since she was old enough to understand her desire for him. He wanted her, and he was touching her; it was as simple and devastating as that.
She gasped against his mouth, and her thighs clenched together around his hand.
He breathed a rough laugh against her lips. “You like that?” he whispered.
“I want more of it,” she whispered back, spine arching.
“Then relax, baby.”
She did, and he eased her legs wider, arm dropping around her waist to hold her steady in his lap as his fingers began a delicate probing. Down the seam of her leggings, and then back up, finding her clit through the thin screen of fabric, and settling there when her hips jerked in response.
“I can feel how warm you are,” he murmured, and she pressed her face into his neck, breathing shallowly. She felt the wetness bloom between her legs, felt each exquisite pass of his fingertip.
“You’re good at this,” she said, and he chuckled.
He turned his head and kissed the exposed curve of her shoulder, where her sweater was sliding down. “I want you naked,” he said, and pressed her clit with his thumb.
Forget want, shehad to have itat this point.
Sam sat up, forcing him to pull back. She loved the slightly-glazed sheen of his eyes, the way he was breathing just a little too fast. She kissed him, really kissed him, flirted between his lips with her tongue.
When she pulled back, she said, “Come inside with me, Aidan.”
No need to tell him twice.
He scooped her up into his arms as he stood, and it was like hitting the bottom of a roller coaster, her stomach falling out as she was swept up in his strong embrace. It made her feel feminine and special, and for reasons she didn’t want to think about, it made her want to cry, a little bit.
Instead, she laughed breathlessly, and turned the doorknob when they reached it.
He heeled the door shut behind them and started to charge through the kitchen.
“Wait,” she said, “I gotta lock it.”
He set her down with a groan – wasn’t that disappointing, being on her own two feet again – and she turned the deadbolt, spun back around to face him…only to be pressed back against the wood panel, his body covering hers, pinning her in place.
He ducked his head and kissed her again, a hot, lingering kiss that made her legs weak. She didn’t realize where his hands had gone until she felt her sweater drawing upward.
Aidan pulled back and she lifted her arms, allowing him to take the sweater free. She had no idea where he tossed it, didn’t care. She was wearing a thin, worn white lace bra, the comfy one she wore for lounging around the house, and his hands went to it, covered her. She stood up on her toes, leaning into the touch, watching as he hooked his thumbs in the cups and drew them down in one fast, efficient movement that freed her breasts.
Her nipples were already erect, straining pink buds that tightened further as the air hit them, drawing up painfully.
He murmured a wordless sound and took the round weights in his hands, shaped and petted them.
Sam’s head kicked back against the door, chest surging forward. More, she wanted even more.
And he gave it to her, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth, suckle at it, rasp it with his tongue.
She speared her hands through his hair, felt the delightful glossy thickness of his curls. The top of his head smelled of smoke and spicy masculine shampoo, and she dropped her face into it, holding him to her, as he moved to her other nipple, tugged at it with his teeth.
“Aidan.” A protest, a plea, she didn’t know which.
He straightened, his breath striking harshly against her face, and gathered her close, picked her up again. “Your room’s upstairs?”
She circled his neck with her arms and held on tight. “Yeah. Turn right when we get there.”
He moved quickly and quietly through the darkened first floor, managing not to bump into anything. Wet from his mouth, her nipples were cold now, as air passed across them, and she shivered. His arms tightened in reaction, and he started up the stairs.
She had a fleeting worry, when they reached the upstairs hallway, that they might encounter her mom or sister, and there would be no explaining what was going on. Here she was, in Aidan’s arms, her tits hanging out. There was no way to shrug that one off.
