Page 42 of The Night Ride
Tingles erupted down my spine as he nipped my bottom lip.Only to change the angle and take the kiss even deeper.He kissed me like he would never get enough of me.I shoved my hands into his short silky hair, imprisoning his mouth against mine.
Because I never wanted it to end.
I needed him closer.I wanted to be rid of the clothing between us.I just wanted—him.
It felt as if in my heart it had always been him.That he was the one I was supposed to be with against the rest of the world.That he had been handcrafted, molded to be with me.And that our timing had simply been off before.
He trailed his hands down until he cupped my ass.I couldn’t help the thought that blazed through my mind, even as my body melted even further into him.
Because oh my god, Aiden’s hands were on my ass!
He rose still holding me against his rock-hard body, devastating me with his ardent kisses and lowered us onto the sofa with my body beneath him.It felt like I had waited lifetimes for this.My entire body electrified at feeling the full length of him pressing me down into the mattress.My hands explored his killer body and slid down his back.Muscles rippled beneath my fingertips.There were just so many of them.
I gripped the hem of his shirt, desperate to reach his skin.I yanked it up to his shoulders but needed his help to go further.But neither of us were in a hurry to stop kissing.We kissed and everything else faded from view.We became our own world.A universe where just the two of us existed.
My palms slid over his exposed back, feeling my way over every muscular divot and scar to his ripcord obliques.
He growled into my mouth as I gripped his ass and pulled him in tighter.Actually growled.His hands snaked beneath my top, gliding along the smooth skin of my abdomen to cup my boobs.
It was then he finally ripped his mouth away and stared at me with such hunger I felt it reach deep into my core and grab hold.
He reached over his head and yanked his shirt off over his head.His dog tags dangled along a silver chain.Before I could reach for them and study them closely, he drew my top off.Then stared at my pale purple bra with lace covering my cleavage.
He reached down and undid the front clasp.My boobs spilled out the moment it was unhooked.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned and swooped in.He caught one of my nipples between his teeth and grazed the sensitive bud.
Ecstasy shot from my tits straight to my pussy and I throbbed.
Moaning, I threaded my hands into his hair and arched my back, feeding him the mound.He took his time exploring my cleavage.Nipping and sucking on the rosy buds.They swelled and lengthened beneath his arduous mouth.
I gasped when he bit down.Not hard enough to break the skin but enough that pleasure jolted through me, pooling in my core.
He journeyed south, planting hot open-mouthed kisses over my torso until he reached the clasp of my jeans.He shot me a carnal look.As if he waited for me to deny him and tell him no.But I was all in.This was the stuff of my deepest and darkest fantasies.I bit my bottom lip and nodded yes, that I wanted him to take my jeans off.I studied him in the low lighting as his muscular fingers undid the clasp and slowly drew the zipper down.
And then he hooked his fingers along the waistband, yanking the material down over my hips.His gaze darkened further into liquid black pools of lust.I lifted my hips and helped him remove my jeans until I was in nothing but a sliver of lilac lace.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Beth,” he murmured lightly tracing his fingertips over my thighs.
I opened my mouth to respond.Except the only thing that came out was a garbled gasp.Because he leaned forward and pressed his hot lips against the lace covering the most intimate part of me.He kissed my pussy through the lace.
“Aiden,” I whimpered, needing him in ways even I didn’t fully understand.
It felt as if I’d been waiting my entire life for this moment.It had been eleven years since I saw him that first time.And now that I was finally here with him, I never wanted this pleasure filled madness to end.Why would I?When it was even better than my fantasies had ever cooked up.
He gripped the flimsy lace and gently drew it down my legs.It was his gentleness that undid me.He was a hardened soldier through and through, yet he treated me with the utmost care as if I was fragile.
I stared as he parted my intimate folds and lowered his mouth.His hot breath puffed against the most sensitive part of me.Tingles of pleasure skittered along my spine.He flicked his gaze up and met my eyes.And then he dragged his tongue through my center, tasting me, testing if I would refuse him and shove him away.
I whimpered at the incredible pleasure flooding my system.
Nothing would drag me away from this moment and this man.I’d waited too long for him.I’d wanted him for forever.And now that we were here, nothing would drag me from him.I would fight a damn tornado if I was forced to, for daring to interrupt one of the best nights of my life.
I spread my thighs wider, giving him better access and signaling that I was up for every ounce of pleasure he wished to dole out.
At my unspoken demand, he flashed a sexy smirk and descended upon my pussy like a force of nature.He took his time exploring my cunt, giving it slow, thorough licks as if we had forever.He wrapped his powerful arms around my thighs and held them open while he feasted.
Awash in desire, I tried undulating, attempted to make him go faster as need rose in furious waves.But he wasn’t having it.He held my hips steady, unyielding in his torrid assault.
