How was I supposed to walk away from the only man who’d ever held me like that?
From a man who’d save a defenceless stranger.
From someone who said things like ‘lake water eyes’.
I didn’t want to.
God, I didn’t want to.
How cruel of God to dangle such beauty before my eyes, knowing it would be ripped away.
“Stop thinkin’. You’re woundin’ my pride,” Aaron murmured against my swollen lips before he angled his head and licked a wet trail up my throat to my ear, where he nipped and sucked at my lobe. “I won’t stop you, you want to walk away from me. But, Blue baby, kiss me now and give me somethin’ good to think about at night when I’m wishin’ you were here with me.”
Something like a whimper and a moan tangled in my throat a second before I arched up into his embrace, sank my hands in his overlong hair, and kissed him back. He fed me his own groan before clamping his wide hands over my thighs, fingers curling beneath the edge of each leg, then tugging sharply. I gasped as I fell back against the passenger door, but Aaron caught me with one hand to the back of my head while the other traveled down the inside of one thigh. Splayed over the console, my jean-clad groin was totally accessible to him, and he took full advantage by cupping me hard through the denim.
“So hot,” he murmured as he bent to nip at my mouth. “Fuck, I bet I tease this zipper open and slide my fingers inside, I’d find a pool’a wet waitin’ for me.”
“Do it,” I urged him, throwing my own rulebook out the window.
I’d pick it up later when I’d had my fill of this man and this moment.
Something dark and dangerous sparked in those brown eyes. When he spoke, his words were all gravel. “Yeah? You wanna taste’a me ’fore headin’ for the hills?”
“You got a problem with being used, Aaron?” I taunted, scratching at his chest through his tee. My nail hit something metallic on his left pec, and when I pinched, I discovered it was a hooped piercing through his nipple.
Any reservations I had evaporated in the flames of lust licking up from my core.
“A girl as pretty as you wants to use me, I won’t say no,” he agreed, but there was something a little sad, I thought, lurking in those flippant words.
It made my heart pang.
I ignored it, instead focusing on pulling his shirt up over his head. He lifted his arms for me and off it went, revealing tight, warm olive-brown skin with vividly inked tattoos across his shoulders and down his strong, flexing arms. Moisture pooled in my mouth as I traced a finger over the ridged boxes carved into his abdomen down to the rough path of hair leading into his jeans. The massive bulge down the length of one thigh was so obviously thick and long that a spark of worry actually made me pull back.
He chuckled huskily. “Don’t worry, Blue baby, I’ll get you nice and ready.”
“Even so,” I murmured incredulously as my questing fingers tentatively tried to wrap around that iron length. “I think this is a matter of physics, and you just won’t fit.”
Aaron’s laughter was so dark, it moved like smoke between us. In the low light creeping in the heavily tinted windows from the clubhouse exterior lights, I could see the joy and desire dancing in his eyes as he bent his head to my belly. When he went to lift my shirt, I batted his hand away. He tried again, this time with his eyes locked on mine.
When I blocked him, a sexy growl worked loose from his throat.
“You gotta let me touch you, Blue,” he groaned, voice wrecked by lust. “I’m dyin’ here.”
Feminine power surged through me, giving me confidence I’d never felt so acutely. I lay back and threaded my fingers through his, curling them both around the hem of my tee so we could lift it together. Aaron’s eyes were hot and bright on every inch of my skin as it was revealed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed roughly. There was no cruelty in his expression at the soft convex curve of my belly or the tracks of silvery stretch marks near my naval. Only a burning need so acute, it seared my skin and made me tremble.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he groaned roughly, dipping to press his mouth to my stomach. He rubbed his stubble-rough cheek against me as he peppered my torso with kisses, following the path of the tee as we raised it up to my breasts and over the twin mounds. My nipples pebbled in my bra, and Aaron found them immediately, sucking one into his mouth through the thin cotton. I arched into the hot, sucking friction of his mouth, clenching my hands in his hair to keep him still as he feasted on my tits. One and then the other, back and forth like a pendulum luring me into a trance. Distantly, I was aware that I was murmuring his name over and over, less coherent words ashe worked me slowly and patiently into a frenzy using just his mouth on my breasts.
His teeth rasped against a swollen nipple in a way that made me rut up against him, searching for contact where I really needed it, between my thighs.
He laughed, husky and cruel. “You want more, Blue?”
I nodded, eyes closed, head tipped back as I focused on the lingering heat in each peak of my breast.
“Wanna hear you tell me what you want,” he ordered me, fingers flexing around my breasts, plumping the full weight of them in his big hands. “You want me to take off your bra and fuck these gorgeous tits? You want my tongue lower? Licking up all that sweet honey you got leakin’ between your pretty thighs? You tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you, baby.”
“God,” I moaned, almost scared by the level of heat burning low in my belly. “Can I choose all of the above?”
“Be careful what ya wish for,” came his throaty response a moment before he pulled away.
