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He stroked over the tiny bundle of nerves, his expression intense.
I bit my lip as he stroked harder over my slick clit, pushing me higher. After several days of being together, he knew every button to push to make me come so hard that I saw stars.
I lowered my head to the desk because I couldn’t hold it up anymore. My body was screaming with a longing that went so deep that I didn’t feel like I could hold it up.
“Don’t,” Aiden commanded. “Don’t stop looking at me.”
He grasped a big lock of my hair and gently pulled to urge me to watch him.
He wants me to know who I’m with. He doesn’t want me to forget that it’s he who’s taking me from behind.
If it was at all possible, that made me want him to come inside me even more.
I wasn’t afraid; I needed him.
Some of my hair was in my eyes, but I could still see his muscular form as he gripped my hips and surged forward with so much power that I would have stumbled forward and hit the floor had I not been able to steady myself on the desk.
Our eyes were locked as he started to hammer into me from behind.
It wasn’t the most intimate position, but it was hot as hell. Being this way with him felt different. Deeper. Harder.
I started meeting him stroke for stroke, pushing back as he pushed forward, and I could feel and hear our skin slapping together erotically.
“More,” I demanded as I pushed my hips back.
I wanted him so desperately that my body wouldn’t be satisfied unless I could feel every thrust.
And I did as he stopped holding back and gave me the ferocity I had to have.
I closed my eyes as he drove into me with a power that was mind blowing, and at an unceasing pace that shouldn’t have been possible.
“Yes, Aiden. Yes,” I screamed, not caring if people could hear me.
I was close. So close. And all I wanted was to come.
The moment he reached down with one of his hands and found my clit, I lost it. My climax happened fast and furious.
Aiden found his own release immediately after I did, and he held my shaking body up even as he orgasmed.
He buried his face in my neck, and we stayed like that, neither one of us moving, and the only sound in the suite was our heavy breathing.
My entire body was quivering, and I couldn’t have done without the support of that desk for a minute or two.
He picked me up and collapsed with my body on top of him onto the couch.
I knew I had to be squashing him, but he wasn’t complaining.
It took a few more minutes for my heart to stop galloping and my breathing to finally slow down.
“I’ll never look at doggie style quite the same way again,” I told him as I was still struggling a little to catch my breath.
I heard him chuckle as I slid to his side, my leg still slung over his supine body, his arms still tightly around me.
“That wasn’t truly doggie style,” he said playfully.
“Then I’ll be happy to let you tutor me in that, too.”
I was completely convinced that I was never going to forget who I was with when it was Aiden. The feel of him, and the pleasure he could give me, was way too powerful to be mistaken for anything else.
I love you. I love you so much.
I wanted to say the words so badly that it was physically painful to hold them back.
But we hadn’t talked about love.
And I wasn’t sure it was something he was ready to hear.
We were still trying to work out our future together.
I jumped when his hand connected with the cheek of my ass.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he warned. “We have slot machines to conquer this morning.”
I laughed. “What if I said I was way more interested in exploring doggie style than the slots?”
“I’d say that we’ll get to them later,” he said eagerly.
I nipped at his ear before I replied, “I think we should definitely get to them later.”
He shot off the couch and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady my body.
“Like after lunch or something?” he suggested.
“Or something,” I agreed.
I didn’t care whether or not we ever saw the slot machines.
Not when I could have Aiden all to myself.
We ended up skipping the slots, and didn’t surface until dinnertime.
Best. Day. Ever.
CHAPTER 25
AIDEN
It took me two weeks after we got back from Vegas to admit to myself that even if it took forever, I’d wait until Skye was damn good and ready to marry me.
Sure, it was what I wanted, and like any stubborn guy, I wanted to get my way.
I’d had a very nice diamond burning a hole in my pocket for over a week now.
And I still hadn’t popped the question.
Truth was, I needed her to want to be committed to me just as much as I wanted her to have everything I had to give.
I wanted her to trust me completely. And, hell, I couldn’t blame her for being slow to trust anyone after what she’d been through.
Until I could feel that she was ready, just being with her was enough.
I’d finally realized that marriage was just a piece of paper. What really mattered was our relationship with each other.
Marriage wasn’t going to keep her from leaving again.
That job was all on me. And I didn’t plan on screwing it up.
The last few weeks I’d felt like me, Skye, and Maya were a family.
I didn’t have to have a piece of paper to prove it.
I wandered out to the kitchen, missing Skye’s presence because she’d gone to pick up Maya from school.
She’d only been gone fifteen minutes, and I was already missing her.
It was getting way too natural to be able to wander in and out of her home office all day, since hers was right next to mine.
She’d spent a lot of time helping me out. Skye had strengths in areas I didn’t, especially organization. And she’d been invaluable at helping me get all my ducks in a row.
Construction was starting soon on a processing facility right outside of town, and I’d already purchased a couple of fishing boats. I was on track to get my business up and running on a reasonable schedule.
I grinned as I saw the sandwich Skye had made me sitting on the kitchen counter.
Every day it was another creation.
And every single day, she came up with something better than the day before.
That was one of the amazing things about Skye. She wasn’t a quitter, and she didn’t settle for mediocre. She kept trying to outdo herself, come up with something even better, even though what she’d done the day before had been pretty damn good.
Her plan to make the restaurant into an upscale deli was a pretty damn brilliant idea. People headed to the beach in the summer could take stuff to go, but there would still be a nice seating area for patrons to relax, sit down, and have themselves a great lunch or dinner if they weren’t in a hurry to get to the beach.
I looked at the handwritten note she’d left beside the plated sandwich:
Hawaiian pizza grilled-cheese sandwich with dipping sauce. Make sure you use the sauce. It makes it taste better.
I had no idea what was in the concoction, but the toasted Italian bread looked pretty damn good.
I picked it up and took a bite. I could taste the pineapple, but the cheese and ham were front and center.
