Page 39 of A Cowboy's Bride
Petra nodded. “So long as you haven't lost any of your moves,” she teased, stroking her palms up and over his chest until she curled them behind his neck. The move narrowed the gap between them, heat building.
He released his death grip on her hips, easing downward to cup her ass and pull her tight against his solid torso. “Friends. Lovers. That's for now.”
She played with the hair at the back of his neck. “If either of us want to stop, we will, just like we said about the whole fake engagement. We're adult enough we can simply say it's time to do the next thing.”
His eyes danced over her face, expression far too solemn considering they were talking about sex.
“Jinx is important. I get that. But this is important too. For youandme,” Petra added.
Aiden eliminated every stitch of air between them. “I don't think I've ever been propositioned quite so prettily. But there's one more thing I need to know since we didn't cover it properly the first time we hit a mattress.”
“What's that?” She barely got the words out, the final bit a little breathless. Aiden had scooped her up in his arms to carry her the final few feet back to bed. She grinned. “Other than admitting I do enjoy your caveman-like behaviour.”
He tossed her on the mattress and all but threw himself over her, pinning her in place as he teased his nose along the edge of her neck. “After I get you good and relaxed and well sated, are you a cuddler? Or are you going to kick me off to my side of the bed, and woe to me if I touch you in the night?”
His weight over her caused streaks of pleasure to zip up her spine. She scraped her nails lightly down the sides of his rib cage.
Aiden hissed and set his teeth to her neck, nibbling lightly.
He was heavy enough that she was pinned in place as he teased her skin with his teeth and tongue and set her nerves craving for more. She pulled her knees farther apart, and his hips settled more intimately between her thighs.
She took a deep breath, and her breasts brushed the dusting of hair on his chest. “Hmmmm, nice.”
A rumble of laughter washed over her as he leaned on his left elbow and lifted far enough to look her in the eyes. “You’re easily distracted, darlin'. You plan to answer the question?”
Question? “Was there one?”
He brushed his lips over hers. “Are you a cuddler or not?”
“Worry about that later,” she complained. She tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged, dragging him up to kiss him again. “Right now, kiss me,” she ordered.
Aiden grinned. “Close your eyes.”
She didn't question, just did as he commanded.
Darkness wrapped her like a heavy blanket, and every brush of their skin together was that much more intense. Aiden didn't say anything else, but she listened.
Waited.
Felt.
He brushed a finger along her rib cage and up to her breast. Ripples of need swept ahead of his touch, over her skin, and when his palm curled over her, she arched into the connection. Aiden’s breathing kicked up, but the caress stayed slow. Deliberate. An assault on her senses like the steady drip of a gentle rain.
His hand plumped her breast, thumb skating back and forth over the tight nub of her nipple. His lips reconnected with her neck, and the fluttering sensation in her core not only doubled, but doubled exponentially. A lick, a bite. The rasp of fingernails over her skin.
When he adjusted position and the mattress tilted with his weight, she squeezed her eyes shut to keep from looking because not watching was making her skin tingle like crazy.
When lips wrapped around her nipple, Petra sighed with pleasure. “Oh, God. Don't stop,” she ordered. “The touching, and the kissing. All of it. Just keep going. It'ssogood.”
That low, sexy rumble answered her, and she decided it was one of her new favourite things. His amusement, wrapped up in desire and need. An auditory echo of what raced through her body.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Aiden reminded softly, lips by her ear for the briefest moment. “Feel. Enjoy. Because I sure the hell will.”
Then his lips were on hers and he was kissing her. Deep and hungry and demanding, as if he’d been starving for this. She knew exactly how he felt. The drift of his hands over her body continued, now a scratch, now a pinch. A smooth, gliding caress over her ribs and belly, headed toward her sex.
When his fingers eased through her folds, he hummed again, approval in his tone as he parted her and dipped his fingers to her core. “You make it damn hard to go slow.”
“Then go fast.” Petra smiled toward the ceiling, her eyes still firmly shut.
