Page 59 of Make You Stay

Aidan reaches around me, flipping on another light. “I’m hoping it’s a bit better.”

When the light floods the room, my breath lodges in my chest. There are flowers everywhere—several bouquets and rose petals leading to a roaring fireplace. On the table is a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, along with several covered trays of food.

I spin around, my mouth slack with confusion. “I don’t understand. Your friend did this?”

Aidan drops our bags, sliding his hands along my jaw. “My friend doesn’t own this place. I rented it for the weekend. I know dinner is standard for a first date, and you deserve something spectacular. This is for us. It’s also why I was running late. I had to get everything set up.”

God, I love this man.

My heart wants to burst as I throw my arms around his neck, tears rolling down my face.

“I hope those are happy tears,” Aidan states, running his thumbs along my cheeks.

“They are. No one has ever done anything like this for me.”

“I wanted to make it memorable.”

Pressing a kiss to his lips, I smile. “It’s memorable because I’m with you.”

“I’ll give you credit, Chloe. You sure handled those curveballs well.”

“I was wondering if I might have to hunt Bambi for food.”

“I thought the canned beans were the tipping point.”

“They were certainly thelowpoint of the conversation.” I walk into the living room, clapping my hands with glee. “This is incredible. All of this is ours?”

“For the entire weekend.”

I grab a piece of fruit from one tray, popping it into Aidan’s mouth. “Admit it. You’re a romantic.”

“I have my moments, but it has to be with the right woman.”

“You have many.” Suddenly, my hunger for food disappears, replaced by one far more ravenous. Grasping the edges of my sweater, I pull it over my head, hearing Aidan’s breath hitch. “Can we hold off on dinner for a bit?”

He’s at my side in a second, his fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt. “I’m so damn glad you said that.”

The last month of feverish, caged emotions unlocks as we tear at each other’s clothes, desperate to finally—finally—be together. Within seconds, we’re naked, save for his boxers and my lingerie, and I can tell by the fire of desire burning in Aidan’s eyes that he’s equally close to the breaking point.

Aidan is far more beautiful under his clothes. I pause, drinking in the contours of his chest and shoulders, lightly dusted with hair and a happy trail leading to a cock that I know will make meveryhappy. I stroke my nails along his bulge, feeling his girth as his head drops back on a moan.

“What you do to me, Chloe,” he murmurs, his eyes heady with lust.

He hasn’t seen anything yet. Holding that emerald gaze, I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxes, pulling them down as I drop to my knees.

Scratching my nails along his hair roughened thighs, I wrap my hands around his narrow hips, letting my tongue tease the tip of his cock. Aidan’s low gasp only spurs me on as I glide my tongue along the underside of his shaft, one hand gently massaging his balls.

“Tell me what you want,” I breathe, my voice a heated demand. “Show me exactly what you’ve been waiting for, and don’t you dare hold back.”

Aidan wraps his hand in my hair, his cock pulsing as he fucks my mouth. There’s something about owning a man, knowing they’re teetering on the brink of control, that drives me crazy. I feel Aidan’s resistance wavering, his body trembling as I suck him deep, my tongue working his every inch.

“Fuck, Chloe, that feels so good.”

But I know I can do even better, drive him past the point of madness to where all exquisite pleasure lies. Relaxing my throat, I take him all in, my fingers drifting along the crack of his ass to tease his rim.

That does it. Aidan bucks against me, low grunts escaping his lips as he demands everything my mouth will give him.

“Chloe, I need inside you.”

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