The only thing I’m sure of is my attraction to her, and when her breath hitches and her gaze drops down to my mouth, I know she feels the same. I close the distance between us and capture her mouth in a long, slow kiss.
The world beyond the walls of this room disappears. The low light of my bedside lamp is all the illumination we need, and it casts mysterious shadows on Skye’s beautiful face. I cup her face with my palms and deepen the kiss, and I want to roar with triumph when she responds, clutching at my shirt as though she can’t get close enough. The taste of her is unparalleled, addictive, and I know I will never be able to give her up.
I break off the kiss and look down at her. She’s still wrapped up in all the outer layers—hersensibleclothes—but she’s sexy as hell, radiating an inner power that pulls me in with an almost mystical force.
I take her jacket off first, then her thermal sweater, and she giggles, helping me undress her.
“How are you even able to move in so many layers?” I grumble as I tug off her second undershirt.
“Shut up,” she says, “it’s cold.”
I want to protest that it’s not, that she’s seen nothing of Alaskan winter yet, but Skye chooses that moment to put her hands under my t-shirt, and I lose my train of thought. It’s a race against time, trying to get naked, and we fall into bed in a tumble of limbs, with Skye on top of me.
Her legs part so she straddles me, and we both stop, that spark of heat igniting between us and sweeping away all levity. She’s warm and pliant in my arms, and I grip her lush hips to bring her where I need her.
Slowly, carefully, I take her wrists and remove her bracelets. I want nothing between us tonight. I trust her, and I want her to know it. Her eyes glitter in the half-light. I take off the second one and place both on the nightstand.
Skye leans down over me to brush her lips against mine, but I capture her, lifting to bite her lower lip. She gasps, then kisses me deeply, her tongue touching mine. I palm her ass with one hand, then reach between us to find her core already wet and slick for me. She moves restlessly above me, and with every roll of her hips, her breasts press to my chest, driving me crazy.
She nips my lower lip, then travels lower, pressing kisses to my jaw, my neck. She licks my nipple and giggles as I shiver. I lie completely still until her warm fingers close around my cock. My hips arch off the bed at the sensation, and Skye stills, sending me a stern look. I want to flip her over and show her she’s not the boss of me, butman, I also really want to see what she has in mind for me.
With a satisfied grin, she lowers her head and takes the head of my cock inside her mouth.
Ah!It’s heaven and hell all rolled into one, her hot mouth on me, her deft fingers applying just the right amount of pressure. I grit my teeth, unable to hold back a groan. Her hair, longer now than it was when she came here, brushes my thighs, so I sweep it aside to reveal the perfect view: Skye’s lips wrapped around my dick, as she looks up at me, her eyes hazy with desire.
I won’t last if she keeps this up.
I lift her off me and toss her higher up on the bed.
She lands on my pillows with a squeak. “Aiden!”
I’m on her before she can get another word in, worshipping her breasts, then nibbling my way down until she’s squirming under me. I didn’t get to take my time with that explosive encounter in my office, but now, we have all night. She spreads her legs for me, and I lick her core, tasting her, then suck on her clit until she cries out my name. It’s the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced.
I need her to be ready for me, to be so wet she takes me easily, because I won’t be able to go slow—or be gentle with her. She told me she didn’t want easy sex, but I don’t want to hurt her. I slide one finger inside her tight core, then another, and crook them up in search of that elusive spot. When her hips arch off the bed, I know I’ve found it, and I tease her, listening to her responses.
Without warning, her orgasm hits, and she cries out, her fingers in my hair. The light bulb pops, and darkness descends around us.
I kiss my way up her body and peer at her. My eyesight is better than hers, but I still barely make out her features.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
I feel her tense beneath me. That’s not what I had in mind when I brought her to her climax. “I don’t care about the fucking light bulb,” I say, my voice rough. “You’re incredible.”
She finds my lips and kisses me, then shifts underneath me so her hips cradle mine. With one slick, slide, I sink into her heat.
Thirteen
Skye
Aiden slidesinside me with a soft groan that tells me he’s on the verge of losing his control. And I want him to—I want him unbound and wild, so this thing between us wouldn’t feel so damn serious. It’s almost dark in the room, but I see the outline of his handsome face. What’s more, the intensity of his gaze is like a touch on my skin, and I can’t escape his attention.
I’m mesmerized by this man, by the power inside him, both physical and magical. It flows through him, and with every thrust, my body accepts more of it, until we’re completely attuned to each other.
His thick cock fills me up, taking me higher and higher. My overstimulated nerve endings spark with pleasure, coiling up for a release that I’m chasing.
Then Aiden slows down, his hips stilling, and lowers himself to his elbows so his face is inches from mine.
“Skye…” he murmurs.
