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“Until I can figure this all out, I need you to stay far away from Sascha. Far away from anything associated with him—including the club.”
“It’s not my scene,” I tell him. “Too dirty.”
He knows I haven’t promised anything. Because his arms tighten around me and he whispers, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Ipromisethat I will not partake in any amateur sleuthing at all, including visiting the Mousetrap.”
“Thank you.” When I turn on his lap, he looks at me and adds, “Try to trust me a little longer, okay?”
I don’t say ‘Okay’, or ‘I’ll try’. I say, “I trust you always.”
And I mean it.
Aiden leans forward and kisses me. His lips, impossibly gentle on mine, are not demanding or greedy. Like almost every step we’ve taken together, he’s letting me lead, giving me the choice to go further or stop.
And I don’t stop.
Taking his head in my hands, I sink my tongue into his mouth and pour everything I’m feeling, all the newfound rightness, all the crazed lust, all the desperate wanting, into the kiss, forcing him to step up to my level.
And he does.
With a hungry groan, he returns my frenzied tasting. His hands drag me closer and lock me in place. His breath, when he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my throat, is ragged and frantic, as if he’s only a few seconds from losing control completely.
The thought excites me. I feel no shame in wanting him to snap. Knowing he’s struggling to hold back is completely erotic for me. There’s a purely pagan woman in me who wants to feel the full force of his unbridled passion as it blazes over my body.
“Tell me what you want?” The words leave my swollen lips as a beg.
Aiden pulls back to look at me, astounded. “What I want?” He shakes his head quickly as if trying to clear the shock. “Catherine, I haveeverything.”
His words hollow me out. While I feel that it’s impossible to love someone you’ve met less than five times, this feels alarmingly close to the real thing. I should know. I have been with many men. Bad men, good men, cruel men, kind men, and I haveneverfelt this before. This desperate need to besomeoneto a man.
In the scope of unanswered questions, sex has always been a solution for me. She never lets me down. I can always, no matter who I’m with, deduce a person’s human worth by how they treat a sexual partner—especially a stranger.
You can love pain and BDSM and any other fetish under the sun, and still make it reciprocal. But there are people who don’t, some whocan’t, and they’re the ones you have to watch out for.
Aiden…I want to see his dark side. I want to know if his deepest fantasies match mine. “You have everything?”
“I do. Right now.” He squeezes my thigh.
I can’t. I can’t focus when he says things like that. Redirecting the conversation, I ask, “What porn do you watch?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Cat…” A bashful laugh escapes him.
“Aiden.” I try not to look amused when I see his expression. “You’re a man who hasn’t been with a woman inthree years. I know you watch a lot of porn. I’m asking you what type…”
He surprises me by burying his head in my chest and exhaling a big breath. “Why?”
Leaning close to his ear, I whisper, “Because fantasies can be real.”
He opens his mouth to argue but I slap my palm over his lips. “I can be everything you ever wantedandevery fantasy you’ve ever imagined.”
“I can’t.”
His shame saddens me. “Why? It can’t bethatbad?” I mean, there’s like donkey porn online. And poop porn. There’s everything you could imagine, and I’m wondering if Aiden is just shy or if he has a genuine taboo fetish.
