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I let him kick them to the side, and then I wrapped my hand around his length and girth.
“Skye,” he said in a feral tone.
“Wait,” I said, knowing that he was getting impatient. I could feel the testosterone emanating from his body, and it beckoned to me.
There was something powerful about knowing that I could get him as worked up as he could get me.
I wanted to taste him, and I wanted to get it right, since it was something I hadn’t done before.
Aiden’s cock might be as hard as diamonds, but I loved the silken softness that covered it, and I let my fingers trail down his length before I leaned forward.
Letting instinct take control, I flicked my tongue out and swiped the bead of moisture at the very tip.
I closed my eyes and savored the taste of him, his essence, and then I took as much of the shaft as I could possibly get into my mouth.
“I think I just fucking died,” he groaned.
Encouraged, I wrapped my hand around the root of his cock, and sucked as I pulled back.
I got lost in the rhythm after that, relishing every sound of pleasure he made, and the sensation of his hands grasping my hair in desperation.
I was startled when he moved back suddenly. “You have to stop, Skye, or I’ll end up coming in your mouth,” he rasped.
I looked up at him. “Would that be so bad?”
“It would be like a wet dream for me, sweetheart. But I need to be inside you right now. I need to feel like all this is real, too. Like you’re real.”
He pulled me upright and slowly removed the rest of my clothing, dropping each item on the floor.
Entranced, I watched him do it until I was as nude as he was.
“I need you.” The words tumbled out of my mouth.
He flopped onto the huge leather sofa. “You have me. You’ve always had me. Come here.”
When I got close enough to the couch, he pulled me down on top of him. I let out a sigh of satisfaction as I straddled him.
“Ride me, beautiful,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Our eyes locked, and there was a silent communication that floored me.
He wanted me to keep control. He wanted me to take what I wanted.
And I didn’t hesitate as I grasped his cock and positioned the silken head at my entrance.
Sinking down onto him was one of the most incredible things I’d ever felt.
Aiden filled me, stretched me, made me feel complete, and it was breathtaking.
I was so wet that I took him balls-deep pretty easily.
“This is what I needed,” I panted. “This. You. Us.”
He put his hands on my hips. “Ride me before I lose my damn mind.”
There was tension in his expression, but there was also love and passion. And I fed on those emotions.
I lifted up, and then sank down again. The slow, sultry rhythm soon turned into a frantic need to go faster. Take him deeper.
“Aiden,” I moaned.
He grasped my hips harder, and started moving up every time I came down.
I let go when the fevered pace got crazy, and my body was screaming for release.
Aiden held me still and pummeled up into me, each stroke harder than the last.
When he shifted positions slightly, and each thrust put pressure on my clit, I came apart.
My climax barreled into me with so much force that I could hardly stay upright.
“Yes,” I hissed. “I love you. I love you so much.”
Those words got me pulled down for a delirious kiss, and our mouths met like we’d die if they didn’t.
He smothered the moans that I couldn’t hold back while my entire body shuddered with my release.
His body quieted after he orgasmed deep inside me seconds later.
When I drew back and put my head on his shoulder, he huffed, “I love you, too, Skye.”
I was out of breath, and my heart was galloping, but I smiled against his damp skin.
He stroked a hand up and down my back, and we didn’t speak, the sound of our frenetic breathing the only sound in the room until we’d both recovered.
Finally, I said, “When Jade said I could use her place, I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean I could use it this way.”
Aiden laughed, a sound so low and loud that it seemed to echo through the room. “I’ll clean the couch. Or buy her a new one. And I doubt she’d care.”
“I’m not telling her,” I said quickly.
There was no way I was going to tell my best friend that I’d nailed her brother on her leather couch.
“Let’s go home. We have a perfectly good bed there,” he said in a sexy baritone that had me scrambling to my feet.
I was sold. I certainly wasn’t using Jade’s bed to do anything except sleep.
“I have a home now,” I murmured. “I don’t really know what that’s like, Aiden.”
Home should be somewhere that a person felt safe. I’d never had that, even in my late mother’s house. Maybe that was why I was suddenly longing to be back at Aiden’s house.
It was home because we were happy there.
He put his arms around me and pulled me close. “I’ll never be home unless you’re there. I love you, Skye. I’m so damn sorry about what happened.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be. We’re both going to make some mistakes, Aiden. Just cut me a break when I do something totally irrational in the future.”
I put my arms around his neck, basking in the feel of his naked body against mine.
He shook his head. “I’ll never make that mistake again. My goal is to make sure you’re happy.”
“Mission accomplished,” I teased. “I’m already there.”
“It gets better,” he insisted with a grin.
He kissed me, and I melted against him.
I couldn’t imagine that life could be any better than it was right now.
CHAPTER 30
SETH
I was tired of women throwing themselves at me.
Okay. I admit it. That’s not the thing a typical guy would say, but my circumstances were completely different from the average male’s.
One: I was newly wealthy after being poor my entire life.
Two: I was busting my ass to prove I deserved to be a billionaire.
Three: I’d always been too damn busy to date.
Not to mention the fact that I hadn’t met any woman who had enticed me to ask her out on a date in the last year or so.
Maybe my dry spell was because I knew that every single woman who approached me only cared about the fact that I had money. Lots of money. And I knew that none of them would have looked at me twice when I’d been a construction worker.
“Are you Seth Sinclair?” a female voice queried.
I cringed as I looked up at the pretty brunette who was holding a cup of coffee—which wasn’t unusual since we were in a coffee shop. But her smile was way too hopeful and artificial.
“Yes,” I answered abruptly, hoping she’d get the message.
I turned my eyes back to the laptop in front of me. I’d hoped to get my fix of caffeine and accomplish some work at the same time.
“Can I sit here?” she asked with way too much enthusiasm.
I didn’t say anything as I looked back at her.
Jesus! My mother, who was long dead now, had raised her sons to be polite. It wasn’t really all that easy for me to be a complete jerk—which was something all my siblings would deny. They’d say I was the biggest jackass among them. But I did find it difficult to be downright rude to any female.
