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“It helps block out the pain.” Deck didn’t elaborate, and Waggs didn’t ask.

The back door was thrust open, and Jack poked his head out. “We have a name, and you’re not going to like it.”

Chapter 12

Willow had only heard from Aiden once today, and that was a short text to check up on her. Physically she was feeling fine, but emotionally she felt wobbly. Fear for AJ and Aiden, the unnerving worry that Aiden had one foot out of the door, his feelings for his brother and the attrition for being with her threatening the tenuous bond they shared.

It wasn’t anything he’d done, more what he hadn’t done. She’d made it clear the last few weeks she wanted him, but last night had been the first night they’d shared a bed. Sure, they had kissed and touched, but he hadn’t ravaged her as she’d hoped. He was affectionate and caring, but that was him all the time, and she was deathly afraid she was already losing him when she hadn’t had the chance or the balls to tell him the truth about AJ.

The door opened, and she looked up, her heart jumping to her throat when she saw Aiden. The expression on his face was one she’d seen before. It was raw, hungry, desperate, and she felt a thrill go through her body as he stalked toward her with purpose.

Willow rose from the couch as he stopped a few feet from her, as if he didn’t trust himself to come closer. Her body ached to be filled by him, her underwear damp from need and her pulse hammering in her neck.

“Where’s AJ?”

Even his voice was like broken glass, low and growly and full of desire she recognised. The room was alive with it, and she wanted it as much as he did. “Autumn and Mitch have him. He’s having dinner with them.”

As the last word left her mouth, he began to move in a slow prowl that had her backing up, a primal part of her seeing the danger in the man before her. Her breath came in short pants, her chest heaving.

She hit the dining table, and she stopped with no place else to go as Aiden pressed his hard body against hers.

His thumb came up, and he rubbed it over her bottom lip. “Tell me no.”

Willow didn’t want to tell him no, she wanted him like this. hungry, exposed. Nipping his thumb with her teeth, she heard him growl and then he was kissing her. His mouth wasn’t gentle as he forced her to open for him, his tongue demanding entrance as it licked into her, his hands already on the skin of her belly, the rough texture against the soft skin an exquisite torture.

Willow wanted to feel him beneath her fingers and shoved at his jacket, barely hearing as it fell to the ground behind him. Her hands grasped at his shirt, pushing it up so she could explore the warm muscles underneath. Aiden stopped, reaching behind him and dragged the shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor as he grabbed her by the hips, his mouth back on hers, taking like a starving man as he placed her on the table.

“I fucking love your body.”

Willow felt the smirk on his lips as he pushed her until her back hit the cold wood. He stepped between her legs, the hard ridge of his cock teasing her centre through the flimsy fabric of the leggings she wore. Aiden ran his hand down her neck, between her breasts, not touching where she needed him as she squirmed, wanting him closer.

Suddenly he took hold of the thin tee at the v neck and shredded it down the middle, leaving her in only a lace bra and the leggings. His eyes feasted on her as his hand ran reverently over each breast before he pulled the lace down and splayed his hands over each breast, pinching the nipples, his eyes darkening as he watched them bead into hard points desperate for his touch.

Willow felt every nerve in her body come alive as he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her back arched off the table, and her hands grabbed on to his hair for purchase, needing him closer, faster, more. “Aiden, I need you.”

He ignored her pleas, working her body at his own speed until she was mindless with the need for a climax. Her body was on the precipice as he slipped his hand inside her panties and stroked the silken flesh of her pussy lips. Her hips bucked and, not content to lay still, Willow reached for him, cupping his cock through the denim of his jeans.

The hiss of pleasure ignited her, and she squeezed the hard length. Aiden unsnapped the button and lowered the zipper, giving her access to his dick. She could see the swollen length leaking pre-come and knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him, his control a façade.

He stepped away, and she groaned at the loss of the hard flesh beneath her fingers, but as he dragged her leggings and panties down her legs and tossed them on the floor and stood watching her like a damn marauder about to conquer her body, she could only stare. He was built all over, every dip of muscle a treat for her eyes. The sexy V of muscle that led its way to the prize made her mouth water, and she licked her lips.

“Killing me, Wills.”

Lifting her legs, he spread them wide, placing each foot on a chair, so she was exposed to him. Bending, he swiped the flat of his tongue through her folds, and she clamped her legs around him as he kissed, licked, and sucked her until all she could see, or think about, was the need to climax. Her mind and body in freefall as he worshipped her until her heart was torn and bleeding at his feet. Only he could make her whole, catch her when she fell.

She had one hand in his hair, the other holding on to the edge of the table as her orgasm rushed toward her, sensation building, terrifying her with the intensity of it, knowing it would crush her if he took himself away after they had shared this. Everything was changing, and she was scared to let go, frightened she’d burn up until there was nothing but ash.

Pushing two fingers inside her, he worked her, the wetness leaking from her as everything went still. The world became silent and then she was falling, her body pulsing with pleasure, clenching around his fingers as he continued to suck her clit hungrily.

Boneless as she came down, she watched as he stood. The evidence of her arousal all over his chin so erotic, she felt her body begin to burn for him. Aiden kept watching her as he shucked his trousers and, beautifully naked, rolled a condom down the length of his cock. She tried to reach for it, but he gripped her wrist, kissing the underside softly and reverently.

“If you touch me now, this will be over.”

Instead, she reached her arms up for him, and he obliged, kissing her masterfully as if they had all the time in the world, and maybe they did. The thought sent joy blooming through her as he cupped her ass cheeks and lifted the bottom half of her body. Open and needy for him, she felt him nudge his cock at her opening. Then he pushed in, not stopping, seemingly not able, and she loved this side of him. Her body burned, the sting of intrusion after so long without sex a shock, but it only added to the pleasure as he filled her. He remained still, studying her like she was a priceless jewel out of reach and precious.

“Aiden, please.”

“You’re the most perfect vision in the world. So damn beautiful it aches to look at you sometimes.”