His breathing grew heavier along with hers, but he made no move. She knew he wouldn’t even if her thoughts and body said he could. She had to say it, or take the initiative. He was just that sort of guy.
Yet what to say? What did she truly want? Yes, she wanted to sleep with him because she was wildly turned on, long overdue, and he was hot as hell, but what if...
“What if what?” he said softly, not opposed, it seemed, to questioning her thoughts. Something that suited her just fine.
Keeping the blanket pulled up, she rolled on her back and met his gaze in the dim light of the fire's dying embers. Rain fell softly outside, and thunder rumbled in the distance. “What if I’m not standing my ground?” She searched his eyes. “What if by doing this now, I lose my footing altogether?”
“I willnae let you lose your footing, Chloe,” he said softly, his words so damn romantic they tugged at her heartstrings. “For if you did, I would too.”
He meant it. She could see it in his eyes. In the gentle way he looked at her.
She wanted more of that.
More of him.
She needed to take the plunge and have faith in the way he gazed at her. There wasn't just physical need in his tender regard but something more. Something different than before.
So she kissed him. Then kissed him again and again until kisses became touches and desire took over. Not slow and easy, building and romantic, but more like a bomb went off.
Hungry with lust, their kisses grew rough and frenzied before he made his way down her body. He touched and stroked and licked all the right places, but it was rushed because he needed it that way.Sheneeded it that way.
That’s when she realized it had been far too long for both of them.
More than that, she realized he hadn’t been with another since Maeve.
No otherbutMaeve.
While she wanted to slow things down, to perhaps make this more special because of that, she just couldn’t. Coming together with him felt like breathing air for the first time. No, water. It felt like doing the impossible and crossing over into a new realm.
“Aidan,” she whimpered, desperate for him, tears leaking from her eyes. “I...us...please...”
While she knew what she was asking for, there was more to it than that. A deep need that went beyond sex. This was important.Hewas important.
Them.
Together.
Finally.
Desperate, needing him with a vengeance that barely made sense, she straddled him and kissed him again, caressing his broad shoulders, mesmerized by the strong flesh at her disposal. Taken with the way his muscles flexed against her. The feel of his strong legs spreading her thighs further, urging her on.
Though she rubbed herself along his shaft, there was no need to arouse herself. She’d never been so wet. So ready. Somewhere way in the back of her mind, her twenty-first century self told her she’d never been so unprotected either, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but this vortex of lust and desire. She ached and throbbed in places she didn’t know existed.
Mindless, needing him badly, she sank onto him, startled by his girth. By the way it pinched when it stretched her then hit all sorts of nerve-endings she didn’t know she had.
She trembled and released what sounded like an animalistic groan when he clenched her ass and steered her down slowly rather than let her take him too fast. Inch by torturous inch, they came together, all the while watching each other from beneath half-mast lids. From within a haze of lust so thick you could cut it with a knife.
By the time she was fully seated, her toes curled with a mix of anticipation and what might very well be mini-climaxes. She clenched his shoulders as he massaged her backside, letting the sweet anticipation build. When she couldn’t take it anymore and squirmed, desperate for more, he steered her up then pulled her back down sharply.
“Oh,” she gasped, rolling her hips, chasing the pleasure.
Yet suddenly a novice.
It was the oddest sensation she’d ever felt. For a moment, she had no idea what to do next. How this worked.
“Aidan,” she whispered, scared until he flipped her beneath him, cupped her cheek, and spoke with a soothing voice that put her fears at ease. A voice that bespoke a man who might have done this before. “’Tis all right, lass.” His brogue thickened with his restraint. With his desire to see her pleasured, not frightened. “I will show ye. ‘Twill be all right.”
What was that about? Why did it almost seem like they'd had this conversation before?
