Seraphina turns and looks at me, her eyes limpid as a lazy, satisfied smile spreads across her face.
I will let her go. But for right now, she’s mine.
Seraphina
Aiden stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes devouring every inch of my flushed skin. I’m still drifting down from my incredible high. I feel so wonderfully heavy as the last vestiges of my release twine through me.
But when Aiden starts to unbutton his shirt, I sit up.
“What are you doing?”
He arches a brow. “Making love to you.”
My chest tightens. I almost wish he would say something coarser, less romantic. Small phrases like that make it far too easy to slip into the fantasy and forget that whatever is happening between us has a very firm expiration date.
I push the invasive thoughts away and rise up on my knees. Pure feminine pride surges inside me as his hands still on the buttons. He sweeps me with a gaze so heated I wonder if I’m going to burn up on the spot.
“I want to undo your shirt.”
His entire body goes rigid, his eyes almost turning black. “Seraphina—”
“Let me.” I move across the bed and reach up. “Please.”
Slowly, his hands fall away. I undo his buttons one by one, note the pulse pounding at the base of his throat. I lean forward and brush my lips across it.
“You need to hurry.”
Thrilled at the effect I’m having on a man who’s usually so in control, I merely smile. His shirt parts, revealing a muscled chest and the dark curling hair I glimpsed earlier. I lay my hands on his skin, palms flat as I soak up his heat.
“You’re at work all the time.” I love the sensation of his hair scraping against my hands as I explore his body. “How do you have a body like this?”
“I swim,” he grinds out. “Every day.”
“I’m glad.”
His chuckle vibrates beneath my palms. I rise up a little more and push the shirt off his shoulders. The move brings me to nearly eye-level. I stare at Aiden, the familiar brown eyes and thick brows, the strong nose and fierce jaw.
My heart thuds. I lean in and brush my lips over his. Faint like a butterfly’s wings, a gentle caress that soothes some of the sensual tension crackling through me.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“No.” One more kiss because I don’t think just one will ever be enough. “Just enjoying you.”
He was already so tense I almost miss it, the way his body tightens at my words. I glance up at him, but there’s nothing except need written across his face.
I reach down and undo his belt. My breath catches as I undo the button of his pants. He steps back, makes quick work of finishing undressing.
And then he stands before me, gloriously naked and wonderfully masculine. Broad shoulders, long, lean arms, a chiseled chest, and thick, strong legs. It’s incredible to think I’ve worked alongside him for three years and never knew what an amazing body he’d been hiding under his suits.
My eyes drop down to his erection. I wrap my fingers around the hard, silken length, shuddering as his head drops back on a groan. I stroke him, slowly at first, savoring the feel of him in my hand. Then, as I quicken my pace, I lean down and draw him into my mouth.
“God, Seraphina.”
I love the taste of him, how he swells in my mouth while I savor my effect on him as I give him pleasure. His hands slide into my hair, gently holding me as I move. I tease him, lightly grazing my teeth over the sensitive tip, long strokes of my tongue while I hold his gaze.
“Enough.”
His hands grip my shoulders and pull me up. He slams his mouth on mine as his arms wrap around my waist and he yanks me against him. He swallows my cries as our naked bodies press together. My breasts press against his chest, his cock against my core, and the way he holds on to me as if he couldn’t bear to let me go, send me into a frenzy.
