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Maybe it was.
From the first time we met, there was a spark.
Our eyes met on a crowded beach at a team event, and my heart started racing.
He sauntered over, full of bad-boy bravado and the kind of confidence a man has when he always gets what he wants.
It wasn’t until he found out I was Johan’s sister that he back pedaled, and I did too, of course, because I didn’t want to do anything that might embarrass my brother.
After that, every time we saw each other was a lesson in restraint, until we finally talked about it, decided it would be safer for us to keep things friendly even though we both wanted to explore more.
Now he’s exploring my mouth with interest, kissing me the way I’ve imagined a thousand times.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he whispers abruptly.
I pause. “You got snipped, right? So I can’t get pregnant and I haven’t been with anyone else in months.”
“I haven’t had sex without a condom since my divorce.”
“Then we’re good.”
“Fuck.” This time the word is more a proclamation of passion than a curse, because he digs his fingers into my hair and his tongue tangles with mine like a man on a mission. He’s no longer tentative or simply exploring—he’s literally taking what belongs to him.
And I’m here for it.
My body molds to his as we kiss, and it feels like my own personal playground as I survey the landscape of his beautiful body. He’s lean but muscular, every inch of him hard and sinewy. His biceps bulge and his shoulders are broad, so there’s a huge canvas for me to touch and fondle and kiss.
When his lips drift down, skimming my chin and throat, my head falls back and I momentarily forget all about what I was doing. His mouth is wickedly delicious, pressing kisses and tiny bites along the skin.
“No marks while we’re here at Remy’s,” I murmur.
He chuckles. “But marks are okay when we get home?”
“Maybe.” I sigh as his tongue glides along the edge of my ear and he nibbles the soft spot behind it.
“I’m going to kiss every inch of you,” he growls, pushing me onto my back.
“Yum.” I wrap my arms around him when he covers my body with his, lips never leaving my skin.
“Off,” he whispers, tugging at my top.
I sit up enough for him to pull it over my head and then our torsos are skin-on-skin, warmth and heat spreading through me like a brightly burning flame. His touch is electric, bringing every nerve ending alive, so that I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but enjoy.
Our mouths fuse together again and now I’m giving as good as I take, pull after pull of his tongue, until we’re so intermingled I can only imagine one other way we could possibly be closer—and based on the erection pressed against me, it won’t be long.
“I need you,” I pant. “Inside me. Now.Please.”
He grunts, shoving at his boxers as he yanks them down.
I simultaneously wiggle out of my shorts and panties, my legs opening of their own volition. He presses against my soaked entrance and then pauses.
“You’re sure, baby?”
“God, yes. Please, Aiden—fuck me.”
Chapter 18
Aiden
