Long cold showers were becoming Aiden’s nightly activity.
He and Abby had spoken on the phone after Cait had turned in for the night. But once again, what had started as whispers of looking forward to seeing each other again had turned into reliving moments when they’d snuck kisses in the office of the Bistro. He had no idea why he couldn’t control himself around Abby, but he’d ended up telling her the truth—that he’d like to take her to his suite, strip her naked, and touch, taste, cherish, and enjoy every inch of her body until he knew it by heart. They’d both ended up hot and bothered, and if Cait had not been at the house, Aiden would have been at Abby’s door seven minutes later.
Instead, he’d dragged his horny ass into another cold shower to relieve the storm of sexual tension Abby always left behind.
They’d planned on meeting at ten this morning, after Cait caught the nine forty-five ferry, for their day of playing hooky. Waiting had been hell. He parked in front of Abby’s quaint bungalow at ten on the dot.
As an investor, he owned commercial and residential properties all over the world, and usually his first thoughts at any new location revolved around quantifying the value of it. But as he climbed out of his rental car, that was the last thing on his mind, just as it had been Friday night when he’d arrived for dinner. He imagined Abby as a young girl running around the yard with her sister and singing on the porch with her mother while she gazed adoringly at her father as he painted. He spotted a fenced-off area that must have once contained the gardens she’d raved about toiling in with her mother. Grasses and weeds grew knee-high, tangled around the broken fence. He pictured Abby with a thick braid hanging down her back, rebellious strands of her beautiful hair sticking out all over, as she clomped around in shorts and rubber boots, carrying a basket bigger than she was.
A gust of wind swept up the hill, stinging his eyes and snapping him from his reverie. He tried to shake off the feeling of something burrowing deep in his chest as he climbed the front steps. The door flew open, and Abby’s bright smile pierced the space between them, driving that burrowing sensation even deeper. Her peach sweater hung sexily off one shoulder, revealing a thin strap of lace and the swell of her breast and awakening his carnal desires. Her skinny jeans clung to her curves, with a fashionable tear in the upper thigh and another above one knee. He wanted to lick those smooth patches of skin. Her feet were bare, her toenails painted to match her sweater.
“Damn, babes,” he said, dragging his eyes up the length of her as he stepped forward.
Her tongue swept across her bottom lip, leaving it slick and alluring, but it was the hunger in her eyes that had him reaching for her as she reached for him. Their mouths collided with the force of a hurricane. Their tongues tangled as they stumbled into the house, bodies grinding as he backed her up against the wall, untethering days of pent-up passion. She was right there with him, feasting on him as he devoured her. He imagined her hot, willing mouth traveling down his body. His hips rocked at the thought, and he groaned into their kisses. He pushed his hands into her hair, fisting them tight. She gasped, and he drew back, worried he’d hurt her, but desire raged in her eyes, not pain. She grabbed his head with both hands, pulling his mouth back to hers. Fuck yes. He kissed her fiercely, drawing back enough to nip at her lips and graze his teeth along her jaw.
When he sank his teeth into her neck, she said, “Yesss,” breathy and needful.
She grabbed his ass, holding him even tighter. He angled his hips lower, pressing his hard length against her center, and recaptured her mouth in a punishingly intense kiss. Lust coiled tight and hot inside him.
“I thought about you all night,” he said between urgent kisses. “In my arms. In my bed.”
“Me too,” she confessed.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes at half-mast. She was stunning. “I need more of you, baby.”
Her eyes flamed. “Yes, yes, yesss.”
He covered her mouth with his, kissing her slow and deep. But slow didn’t last, and soon they were eating at each other’s mouths, pawing at their bodies. He palmed her breast, brushing his thumb over the taut peak. Her head fell back with a sensual sound, and he kissed his way down her neck, lingering over the throbbing pulse at the base. Her hips rocked against him with every slick of his tongue. He trailed kisses lower, tracing the swell of her breast, and pulled the cup of her bra down, sealing his mouth over the peak.
“Ah . . . Aiden,” she pleaded.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” Please don’t tell me to stop. He righted her bra, anticipating a red light.
“Don’t stop,” she said softly.
His gaze shot up to hers, and the desire in her eyes nearly sent him to his knees as she panted out, “Don’t you dare stop.”
He crushed his mouth to hers, tugging up her sweater as she fumbled with the button on his pants. He tore his mouth away long enough to strip off her sweater and grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, throwing it in the direction of the couch. The next few seconds were a blur of clothes flying, desperate kisses, and urgent pleas as they stumbled toward the couch. She grabbed his shoulders, standing on one foot as they kissed, using her other foot to try to get free of her jeans and panties, which were stuck on one ankle. He bent to help and couldn’t resist nipping at her ass cheek.
She let out a surprised squeak, giggling as she said, “Aiden!”
“When I’m not half out of my mind needing to be inside you”—he tugged off the offending denim and sexy silk—“I’m going to enjoy tasting every inch of your gorgeous body.”
“Ditto,” she said sassily.
He hauled her gloriously naked body into his arms and said, “I’m counting on it.”
They tumbled to the couch, flesh grinding, hands groping, mouths consuming. The head of his cock throbbed against her wet center. She clawed at his arms, arching beneath him, her knees widening as he drew his hips back—and stopped cold. “Fuck. Condom,” he gritted out. He never lost control, had never been blinded by need like this before. It was as thrilling as it was terrifying. He reached for his wallet, trying not to think about what that lapse in control meant.
“Hurry!” she pleaded.
Her hands explored his hips and thighs as he tore open the package with his teeth and sheathed his length. He came down over her, their mouths connecting as he buried himself to the hilt with one hard thrust. Sparks of pleasure exploded inside him, spreading like wildfire through his chest and down his limbs. “Jesus . . .” he said against her lips. She was so tight, the pleasure was almost too intense. He needed to move, and reclaimed her mouth as they found their rhythm, but it wasn’t enough. He thrust faster, kissed harder, and still he was ravenous for her. Being inside her hadn’t taken the edge off; it had amped up every sensation, every emotion. She felt unbelievably good, as if their bodies had been made solely for each other’s pleasure. He had no idea where that thought came from, but it lodged in his head, as inescapable as his desire to help her, to just be in her world with her. He pushed his hands beneath her, cradling her ass, penetrating deeper, deftly searching for the perfect angle to make her wild.
“Aiden,” she panted against his mouth.
He guided her legs around his waist, earning a long, surrendering moan. “I’ve got you, babe.”