One hand remained on my leg and the other wrapped around my waist as he writhed against me, and my nails found the skin of his back as I felt myself rising toward orgasm.
As if that weren't enough, he backed away, one hand going to the back of my neck as he continued to furiously pound into me. Our eyes locked, and he had a serious look on his face. It was the look of an animal, a slave to his own lust. Those hazel eyes bore into my soul, and I knew that being filled like this was going to drive me over the edge soon. Those eyes never left mine, not even when I felt my leg muscle begin to twitch under his grasp, not even when my jaw dropped in a wordless scream, not even when I felt my own eyes roll back into my head.
As the water poured over my body, I felt nothing but his manhood inside of me, hitting that spot over and over again. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as my orgasm hit, causing my whole body to twitch and shake. I could feel my leg muscle spasm, and still he kept hammering away at me. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me, turning my body to jelly.
I recovered just long enough to catch Aiden's face as he appeared deep in concentration. His eyes were no long locked with mine, instead they were staring at my tits. He had wrapped his arm around the other side of my leg, getting better leverage so that he could go even deeper. I saw his tongue dart out of his mouth for a moment, and his thrusting took on an even more frantic rhythm.
I knew where he was at, and in another moment he looked up at me. He looked almost pained, like he wanted to ask a question, but was unable to in his current state. I knew the question that he wanted to ask. He needed reassurance that what he wanted to do was okay, and I let him know exactly how I felt.
“Oh, yes, Aiden! Come for me,” I cried out. I continued to moan loudly as he redoubled his efforts. He faced directly down, watching himself pump in and out of my body.\
I heard what sounded like an animal roar through gritted teeth as I felt a warm splash inside of me. I braced myself against the wall of the shower as another orgasm rocked through my body. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face down. Our eyes locked again as he continued to thrust within me with determination. I contracted on him over and over, the only movement I was able to make in this paralyzed state. It was so incredibly sexy.
He pulled out of me, the water already rinsing my fluids off of him. I knew that a bit of that sheen on him was sweat and not just shower water, and that was super hot too. He was breathing hard and his face was a little red, and I knew that I must look pretty similar at this point.
After a few more moments of silence, he looked up at me. “Wow,” was all he had to say.
“Wow, indeed,” I repeated back with a smile.
“It must have been fate that brought us together, because I don't think I could find another woman like you.” He said it so casually that I knew it was the truth, but it stirred something deep inside me.
He must have seen me getting emotional, so he leaned in and gave me a hug. I loved his hugs, especially in this warm shower.
He broke away from me. “You want to eat the rest of that dinner?”
“Sure,” I said. I opened the door of the shower and hopped out. Suddenly, I felt a sharp SMACK against my ass. I squealed and looked back, shocked at what he had done.
He wore a cocky grin. “Can't decide if that one was fate or free will.”
Chapter 17
Aiden snored gently and I found myself loving the sound. The rain had stopped some time in the night, but Aiden's soft noises were even better than the gentle patter of water. His hair was splayed across the pillow, and his mouth was slightly open. He looked so peaceful and utterly content. I slept better with him than I ever did alone, and waking up next to him made mornings bearable. A girl could certainly get used to a naked man in her bed like Aiden.
I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He mumbled something about “just five more minutes” before twisting under the blankets and hiding away from the sun. I couldn't help but smile as I went to the door to find my shoes.
I had to get ready for Kathryn’s meeting, and as the only clothing I had was my still damp outfit from the night before, I had to leave early in order to change and prep. I didn't want to go, but my job was important to me. Besides, once the meeting was over, I would have the rest of the day to do nothing but be with him. It sounded like the perfect way to spend a day.
“Where is that damn shoe?” I whispered, one flat in my hand and the other nowhere to be seen. I looked under the bed, under Aiden's clothes, on the porch, even in the gigantic closet attached to the huge bedroom.
As I searched and kept discovering more rooms, I wondered just what kind of assistant Aiden was. His room was nicer than Kathryn's. I paused for a moment as it hit me.
This had to be his boss's room and he had brought me here to impress me. I hoped Ben didn't mind and was out enjoying himself somewhere. We were definitely staying in my room after this, though. I didn't want to be doing the naked dance in someone else's room.
“Fine, you stupid shoe. Stay here,” I whispered into empty air. I could not for the life of me find it. I blew out a breath of frustration, making a strand of hair flutter up from my face. I liked these shoes, but I would just have to find them later. Aiden could help me look. The later part of that thought made me smile. There was going to be a later.
I took one last peek at Aiden's sleeping form, giggling at how he had turned himself into a burrito, and carefully escaped. The word outside still smelled of rain. I took a deep breath, enjoying the way the salty air of the ocean mixed with the clean scent of freshly watered tropical plants. I filed the fragrance away in my memory as something wonderful.
“Good morning,” a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. Walking up the path was Kathryn in exercise clothes heading to the gym for a quick workout before the meeting. I wondered just how walk-of-shame-y I looked wearing a wet dress and missing my left shoe.
“Good morning,” I replied cheerfully. I pulled away from Aiden's door and began to hurry back toward my own.
“Did you just come out of Mr. Hayes' suite?” She looked pointedly at my wet dress and I blushed hot enough steam should have come off the fabric.
“Mr. Hayes? No, no.” I shook my head. At least I wasn't sleeping with the billionaire. I'm sure that was a conflict of interest somewhere. “That's where his assistant, Aiden, is staying today.”
Kathryn frowned. “Mr. Hayes doesn't have an assistant. He has a bodyguard named Ben, but no assistant. Especially not one with the same name.”
“You must be mistaken,” I stammered. “Mr. Hayes is in his sixties and the man in there is barely thirty. There's no way that's Mr. Hayes.”