“Oh.” I nod. That makes a hell of a lot more sense.
“It’s not our preferred form of entertainment,” he says with a wry smile. “But we like to show our support.”
I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me. I still can’t get over the image of the burly, tatted up O’Reilly men at the ballet. That, I would love to see.
“Sure,” I tell him. “I’ll go.”
“Good.” Aiden smiles at me, then glances at the book in my hand. “What are you reading?”
I lift it up to show him the cover, and he nods. Then he cocks his head, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips.
“You seemed to be very engrossed in it when I walked in,” he comments. “Must be a very good book.”
A flush of heat creeps up my cheeks. Itisa good book, with an amazing story that’s had me laughing and crying. But it just so happens that this particular scene—the one that had me so engrossed, as Aiden pointed out—is about a very steamy encounter between the hero and heroine.
“Um, it is,” I murmur evasively, angling the book a little so he won’t see what’s in it.
Of course, I should’ve known that would backfire. Aiden picks up on what I’m doing immediately and plucks the book from my hand, arching a brow as he scans the pages. He reads in silence for a long moment, his expression indecipherable. Then he lowers his hand, holding the book out for me to take back.
I grab it from him, pretty sure my cheeks must be beet red by now, but before I can do anything else, Aiden nods toward the book.
“Keep reading. Aloud.”
My jaw drops open a little. I feel like I might very well burst into flames right here in this chair, incinerating my clothes and the upholstery all in one go. I hesitate for a second, but Aiden doesn’t move or give any indication that he’s going to let this go, so I finally lift the book and find the last sentence I read, continuing on from there.
“‘Her heart beat harder as he hooked his fingers at the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down…’”
My voice is strangely breathy as I read, and as I continue on, I have to pause once or twice to lick my lips, which feel too dry. My gaze is focused on the page, but all the rest of my attention is on Aiden, who’s still standing over me, his dominating presence consuming the space as he listens intently.
I describe how the hero begins to trail his lips up the heroine’s leg, starting at the ankle and finding the sensitive places that rarely get any attention, and Aiden makes a noise low in his throat.
As I start to read the next sentence, he drops to his knees in front of me, and a second later, my legs are tugged out from under me, my feet planted on the floor.
“Keep going,” Aiden murmurs, and I realize that I’ve broken off mid-word.
“Right,” I mutter, doing my best to keep my breathing even. “‘Goosebumps prickled across her skin as…’”
Large hands slide up my thighs, and Aiden’s dexterous fingers find the button and fly of my jeans, working them down before tugging at my pants and panties. I lift my hips to help him, sliding down farther in the chair as he pulls me closer to him, dragging my pants all the way down my legs. He gets them off me and tosses them aside, then pushes my knees open wider, making my words stutter.
I’m wet. I know I am. I was already a little turned on from what I was reading when he came in, but everything got pushed up to eleven the moment he started making me read aloud, methodically undressing me at the same time. The air is cool on my heated, flushed skin, and I can feel the slick arousal coating my pussy lips.
My voice shakes, but I keep reading. The hero is eating the heroine out now, driving her wild with his tongue, and as I start to describe everything he’s doing… Aiden does the same.
His tongue circles my clit, teasing me and working me up before he stiffens it and thrusts it inside me, fucking me with it while his teeth scrape my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” I breathe when Aiden clamps his lips around my clit and sucks, and he pauses for a moment, looking up at me.
“Is that in the book?” he asks, his voice a low growl.
“No,” I stammer, trying to refocus on the words as I hold the book with one hand. “No, but—”
“Then keep reading,” he commands, his hands gripping my thighs. “I want to know what happens next.”
My clit is throbbing hungrily, and I’m positive that if I stop reading, he’ll stop doing what he’s doing too. And if he stops, I’m pretty sure I’ll die. So I gather all the concentration I have left and pick back up.
“‘She cried out when he thrust a finger into her, and’—ah!”
That last part isn’t from the book either, but I can’t help the noise I make when Aiden slams a finger into me as if he’s just been waiting until I reached that part of the book. He fucks me with it, still sucking and lapping at my clit, until the hero in the story adds a second finger. Two thick digits slide inside me roughly, and my voice grows halting and strained as sensations barrel through me.
