She was curious as to what he had in mind until room service arrived. Whatever it was, she had a good feeling about it. Aidan was al she’d imagined he would be, and she hadn’t even seen the package she hoped he’d deliver to her once he was supplied with condoms.
Settling her in the middle of the king-sized bed, he pul ed the covers out from under her in one quick motion so that she was lying on the smooth white sheet.
Feeling incredibly satisfied and decadent, she gazed up at the provider of al things orgasmic.
She might be nak*d, but he was stil mostly clothed. She’d managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and pul ed out of his slacks, but that was the extent of her efforts.
Stil , she had a nice view of his pecs and his muscled abs when the shirt bil owed open. Funny, but when she’d first started unbuttoning his shirt, she’d thought he had more chest hair. Now she could see he had an average amount. She must have been so focused on getting him to stay that she’d misjudged.
There was no chance she’d misjudged the firm length of him pressed up against her when they were kissing, though. No doubt he had some magnificence going on underneath that expensive pair of slacks. She was more than eager to find out what would be modeling one of those Trojans.
“There’s another robe in the closet,” she said. “You could get out of those clothes and keep the robe handy for when room service arrives.”
“I thought I might do that.” He stripped off his shirt and threw it on a nearby chair.
Then he nudged off his wingtips without untying them.
She barely noticed his shoes because she was too entranced by his biceps. The guy was ripped. No wonder he’d been able to pick her up so easily and carry her in here without breaking a sweat. “You must work out a lot.”
“Some.” He reached for the buckle of his belt.
She sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. “Let me.”
“Al right.” He walked to the side of the bed with that loose-hipped, easy stride that turned her into jel y.
“I’m glad I asked.” Sitting with one leg on either side of him, she ran her knuckles slowly up and down the material being thrust forward by his erection and was rewarded with the sound of his breath hissing out between his clenched teeth.
“Maybe I should be the one to answer the door when room service arrives,” she murmured as she unfastened the buckle on his belt. “You may be indisposed.”
“If I am, you will be, too.”
“We’l see about that.” His belt flexed easily, indicating the dark brown leather was top grade. She could see how a person could get used to handling only the best.
She was about to do that once she unwrapped his package.
After his belt hung open, she tuned in to his breathing as she unfastened his slacks. The cadence definitely picked up. So did hers. Because she was a writer and knew the value of suspense, she slowed her movements. Grasping the zipper, she edged it down tooth by tooth. Tension coiled within her, and the body she’d thought was thoroughly sated was no longer in that condition. She wanted him again.
“Emma.” His voice was strained.
“I’m building anticipation. It’s a plot device.”
He made a noise that sounded like—no, it definitely was—a growl.
“Excuse me? Did you just growl?”
He groaned. “I want your hands on me. I want your mouth on me, Emma.”
“I see.” She finished with the zipper and pushed his slacks to the floor.
As he stepped out of them, she admired his black knit boxers that so lovingly cradled his awe-inspiring equipment. She was about to divest him of the boxers, too, but he didn’t give her the chance.
Slipping his thumbs under the elastic, he shoved the boxers down, and his glorious c*ck sprang free.
She drew in a sharp breath. He was even more impressive than she’d imagined.
Those Trojans couldn’t get here soon enough.
“Dear God, touch me, Emma, before I combust.”
She didn’t have to be asked twice. With one hand circling his c*ck and the other cupping his bal s, she leaned down and brushed her mouth over the velvet crown of his penis. His shiver inspired her to use her tongue to lick the smooth surface, and he moaned softly.
Another pass with her tongue, and a clear drop of liquid appeared at the very tip.
She tasted its salty goodness, and another appeared to take its place. This time she closed her mouth over the rounded dome and applied gentle suction.
He gasped and combed his fingers through her hair to press them against her scalp. Then slowly, gradual y, he urged her down, until the tip of his c*ck nudged the back of her throat. Yet stil , her hand encircled the base. She hadn’t taken al of him.
Breathing hard, he held her head as he withdrew. Then he went to his knees in front of her. His voice revealed the strain of control ing his needs. “I don’t want to hurt you. Not this way, and not when I begin to thrust. But I’m crazy for you, Emma.
I’m afraid I’l forget myself and—”
She looked into his golden eyes that glowed with lust. “I’m not afraid.”
His thumbs brushed her cheeks. “You should be. You’re smal . I never expected to be here with you like this, and now that I am, I’m quivering with the need to drive into you. I’m afraid I’l overpower you and take you with no regard for what I’m doing. Don’t let me. Make me stop if I lose al reason.”
“You won’t.”
“I can’t promise that, Emma. I’ve never felt quite like this before.”
“Never?” Hot excitement bubbled within her at his confession.
“No, never. I’m not sure what’s happening to me, but I want you in a way that ...”
He shook his head. “In a way I can’t even explain.”
“We’l go slow.”
“Maybe I can’t.”
“Then the first time I’l sit astride you.”
“Al right.” He drew a shaky breath. “That might help.”
The doorbel chimed.
“Let me go,” she murmured.
“No.” He stood and took the robe from the back of a chair. “The trip will do me good. Maybe I’l be more in control when I come back.”
“Don’t be stubborn. My state of arousal is a whole lot less obvious than yours.”
She made a grab for the robe. “I’l go.”
“No.” He held the robe out of reach. Then he put it on, but as he tied it he seemed to realize the problem and pul ed on his boxers, too. “I trust this hotel, but if anybody besides the bel man is at the door, I want to be the one answering it, not you wearing a bathrobe and looking as if you’ve just been ...”
“Ravished by the Big Bad Wolf?”
He looked startled.
“Just referencing your family crest,” she said with a smile. “I think it’s cool.”
“Oh.”
“I hope I didn’t offend you by joking about it.”
“I don’t get offended easily.”
“I didn’t think so. And for the record, I meant it as a compliment. I don’t subscribe to the Little Red Riding Hood view of Big Bad Wolves.” She winked at him. “I kinda like them.”
“Glad to hear it, little girl.” Leering suggestively, he turned and left the bedroom.
Laughing, she hopped off the bed and walked into the bathroom to see whether she looked as ravished as she felt. Sure enough, anyone who saw her would know exactly what she’d been up to. Her tousled hair and the flush that covered her entire body would give her away.
She combed her fingers through her tangled hair and then ran her hands over her br**sts and down her body. Every nerve ending was alive and singing with joy. She hadn’t had sex like this in ... Well, ever.
“Emma, where did you go?” Aidan cal ed from the bedroom.
“In here.”
He walked into the bathroom holding the box of condoms. When he saw her standing in front of the gilt-framed mirror, he paused. “You’re so beautiful.” Shoving the box into the pocket of the robe, he came up behind her and reached around to cup her br**sts.
She leaned back against him and wiggled a little so the robe parted. His chest hair felt so soft and silky, almost like the pelt of an animal. “You make me feel that way.”
“You should always feel that way. Your br**sts are perfect.” He brushed his thumbs over her n**ples. “I love watching them tighten when I do this.”
Her pulse quickened. “It’s real y something, watching you touch me.”
“Touching you. Arousing you.” He buried his nose in her neck. “The more you’re aroused, the better you smel .”
“Then I must smel real y good right now.” She’d become damp and achy as he played with her n**ples and fit his pelvis against her bottom. She felt the insistent press of his c*ck as it strained against the knit material of his boxers.
“You smel incredible.” He nipped the side of her neck gently as he slid one hand down between her legs. “Especial y here.” Dipping his fingers into her wetness, he brought them back up to his nose and breathed in.
She rested her hands on the counter and closed her eyes. “Again, Aidan.”
The air moved as he took a step back. “Lean over.” The command came softly, but there was no doubt it was a command.
She did as she was told, bracing her hands against the counter and leaning forward. He caressed her from behind, probing and stroking with his fingers until she was panting with pleasure. She was close, so close.
Then he stopped, slipping his fingers free.
She cried out in frustration. “Aidan, please ...”
He made a sound low in his throat. Something hit the floor, a paper crinkled, and then he was back, pumping with his fingers, bringing her the release she craved.
Her cli**x burst upon her, bringing with it wave upon wave of exquisite pleasure.
She was drenched and wide-open when she heard his soft growl of need.
Clutching her h*ps firmly in his big hands, he took her from behind with a swiftness that made her gasp. She tensed against the expected pain, but none came. As he plunged into her over and over, she lifted her h*ps in silent invitation. Fierce joy surged through her at knowing that her wet vag**a welcomed him, al of him.
He stretched her more than any man had, and she gloried in the sensation of his thick length enclosed within her. The intense friction and the elemental joining of his body with hers awakened her womb as nothing had before. He’d given her cli**xes, but not like this. The blood roared in her ears as her orgasm built with a slow and steady power timed to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Another growl rose from deep within his chest as he increased the pace. His thighs slapped hers, and if he hadn’t steadied her with his strong grip, she would have toppled under the repeated impact of his body.
Ah, but the pleasure. The pleasure rol ed toward her, coming faster and faster, until yes, yes, YES. With a high, keening cry, she came. He shoved home once more, and his bel ow of satisfaction echoed against the wal s of the room.
His big body trembled against hers as he let out a long, slow sigh. His words were hoarse and fil ed with anxiety. “Dear God. If I’ve hurt you ...”
If she’d had the breath, she would have laughed. She gulped for air and final y managed to say, “You didn’t.”
He was silent for a moment. “Would you tel me if I had?”
“Yes.” Opening her eyes, she lifted her head so that she could see him reflected in the gilt-framed mirror. “We look like actors in an X-rated movie.”
“Don’t think I haven’t been enjoying the view. Stil am.”
She smiled at him. It was quite the pose. There she was, gripping the counter and bent over to al ow this beautiful man access. Her br**sts bobbed with any smal movement, and his sculpted chest heaved as he recovered from their adventure.
Both of them glistened with sweat.
She’d never forget this image as long as she lived. “I loved every second,” she murmured.
“Me, too.” Slowly he withdrew and wrapped his arm around her waist to help her up. “But now we’re going to bed.”
“That could be fun for a change.”
He met her gaze in the mirror. “Not so much. We’l be in separate beds, in separate bedrooms.”
“Aidan! You can’t be serious.”
“I’m total y serious. I’ve seen what this book-tour schedule does to you. You need sleep.” He leaned down and nuzzled behind her ear. “I have a feeling you’l conk out the minute I’m gone.”
“No, I won’t.” She sounded spoiled and pouty, but she couldn’t help it. “I’l lie awake al night, wishing you were there beside me. Let’s share the king bed in the master bedroom.”
“If we did that, you’d never get any sleep.” He nipped at her skin.
“Sure I would. We’l just cuddle.”
“We’d do a lot more than cuddle.”
“Maybe, but then you’d sleep and I’d sleep. Then, if we woke up, we could do more than cuddle again, and then go back to sleep. See, lots of sleeping going on.”
“I usual y don’t sleep much.” With his mouth on the curve of her shoulder, he breathed in deeply. “And with you in my bed, I can guarantee I’d be awake al night.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re being overprotective of my sleep time. Al guys sleep after hav**g s*x. I don’t believe that you wouldn’t.”
“Believe it. Good night, Emma.” Nipping at her shoulder once more, he left the bathroom.
“Wait! You can’t just leave like that.” Her legs were stil rubbery, but she hurried after him as best she could. “I insist you come back here, Aidan Wal ace!”
He moved fast for a big man. By the time she reached the door of the bedroom, he was no longer there. He wasn’t in the living room, either.