But then Aidan turned right and she pushed the thoughts aside.
Her room was small, but tidy as always, everything put in its proper place, the bed made. The lights were off, but the blinds were open, slatted fingers of moonlight striping the comforter, highlighting exactly where he needed to go.
Aidan took the time to ease the door shut and thumb the lock before he carried her to the bed and lowered her down to the mattress, joining her there, settling above her.
He lingered, braced over her a long moment, and she could just see the shine of his eyes as they tracked down her body and back, moving over every inch. His teeth flashed white as he grinned. “You’ve got great tits,” he said, and then returned to them with his mouth.
“Oh.” More of his gorgeous hair sliding between her fingers. More wet suction at the aching tips of her breasts. She lifted into him, as he suckled her, filled with a trancelike joy that this was her, and Aidan, and her bed, and this was happening.
He moved lower, mouth skimming to her ribs, her belly, and pressed warm, soft kisses. Circled around her navel with his tongue.
His hands hooked into the tops of her leggings, catching her panties too, and she lifted her hips as he drew them down, all the way off her bare feet. He was looking at her, she knew, and she sat up, unsnapped her bra, and tossed it off the side of the bed.
“Sam,” he said, and she lifted her head to look at him.
He was close, kneeling on the bed in front of her, his face in hers, his breath fanning across her lips. “Take your glasses off,” he urged, voice heavy and tender. “I don’t wanna break them.”
She bit at her lip. “You get naked first. I don’t want to miss that.”
“Yeah.”
She leaned back and braced herself up on her hands, and Aidan got to his feet, and started shucking clothes. He was in layers: hoodie, long-sleeve, wifebeater. The half-light made it all the more spectacular, the way the shadows filled deep grooves between the harshly carved muscles of his upper body. And his gorgeous mosaic of tattoos – leaping and jumping as he reached to unbuckle his belt. Sam wanted to trace each one with a fingertip, follow its contours, touch her tongue to them, learn their stories.
Later. She’d have time for that later, because now…
He kicked off his boots, and then ditched his jeans and boxers, stepped out of them. The ink ended in a few trailing loops just above his hips, and even in the dark, she could see the tan lines, the way his legs were a shade or two paler. The furring on his lower belly and around his sex was as wild as that on his head, and she wondered if it would feel the same to her fingers. His cock was at full attention, and the size gave her a moment’s pause, a fast beat of uncertainty.
She was nothing like the girls he normally did this with. What had she been thinking?
He reached down and extracted his wallet from his jeans, pulled something from it, and then climbed onto the bed with her, nudging her legs apart, kneeling between them. He was hot-skinned and dark-smelling, all close and naked like this. Her pulse skittered, and she felt the response in her sex, the clenching, the slick wetness.
“Here, baby.” With the most careful of movements, he reached forward and pulled her glasses off.
Her vision blurred, and Aidan became a landscape of shadows, his features indistinct. She made a reflexive grab, hands latching onto his biceps, and she heard the soft clink of her frames settling on the nightstand.
He stilled. “How much can you see?”
She took a deep breath. “Not a lot. It’s worse the farther away something is.”
His hands landed on her hips and he pulled her in tight to him, until she felt the hot, unmistakable touch of his cock against her thigh. “I’ll have to stay real close then,” he said, voice husky.
One hand skimmed up her body, feathering across her belly, her breast, pushed her hair back and cupped the side of her face. His face came into perfect focus the moment before he kissed her and her eyes fluttered shut.
Kissing was different, when you were both naked. There was something shocking and intimate about the way their tongues danced together when there was nothing but a few inches of air separating what they really wanted.
Sam put her arms around his neck and closed the distance.
Skin to skin, and the fuse was struck.
Sam hadn’t realized just how patient he was being until all of a sudden he wasn’t. He laid her back flat on the bed, settled between her legs, propped himself above her on one arm.
He sucked in a fast breath.
“What?” she asked.
“Bad shoulder. Don’t worry about it, it’s worth it.”
He kissed her again. And his hand went to her sex.
