Page 26 of Lust & Lies
I followed his lead, tilting my head, giving in to him completely, surrendering everything to this kiss, to this moment. His mouth claimed mine with more heat, more hunger, more force.
His tongue slid against mine in a rhythm that was more sin than sweetness. My thighs pressed tight, the pressure building fast. A needy sound crawled up my throat and slipped from my parted lips, part sigh, part whimper, part plea for more.
And he drank it down like he’d been waiting for it, starving for it. His other hand slipped around my waist, pulling me in until there was nothing between us. But that wasn’t enough for my husband. He needed more.
My breath hitched as I was pulled off the stool, lifted as if I weighed nothing. There was no warning. Just me off the seat and into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, shock rippling through me at how easily he held me.
One of his hands slid under my ass, gripping tight. The other stayed at the back of my head, fingers buried in my hair, holding me like I was something priceless he refused to drop. Being held like that, high off the floor, wrapped around him, entirely at his mercy, had my head spinning and my core clenching, wanting to be filled.
He turned with me in his arms, lips still devouring mine. I felt the counter against the back of my legs, seconds before I felt him sliding our plates aside with one sweeping motion. They scraped against the counter and then...
Crash!
Something shattered. I didn’t know what it was, and I didn’t care. All I cared about was this man. This kiss. My ass met the counter. Then he was lowering me, guiding me down, his body following me in my descent.
All the while, he never ceased kissing me senseless, lips demanding and full of hunger. My back met the cool surface of the counter. His weight settled over me, pinning me as I arched into him.
I clutched his shoulders, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as his lips moved against mine, rough and demanding, like he couldn’t get enough of me. I gasped when he pulled me to the edge of the counter, parting my thighs so he could step between them.
And then I felt it. I felthim. Hard, thick, and ready, pressing against my core, making me wish there were no clothes between us. My arms locked around his neck, holding him closer as I lifted my hips, grinding my body against that hardness I craved.
The sound that tore from his throat...Fuck!It was half growl, half moan, full of raw desire that had my pussy dripping wet, aching to be filled. He ground that thing against me, causing my body to jerk against his.
“Aiden...” I whispered, not even sure what I was asking for, just knowing I needed something, anything... his cock, his fingers, his mouth, all of him.
He pulled back just enough to look down at me, eyes dark with lust, a look that said he was one heartbeat away from losing control.
“Keep grinding against me like that,” he rasped, voice thick with desire. “And I’m going to make a mess in my pants, love.”
I rolled my hips as I whispered, “Don’t make a mess in your pants, make a mess on me... in me.”
Where those words came from, I had no idea. But they were out, and I was pretty sure I could back them up.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, eyes drifting shut as I rolled against him again, feeling his cock throb against my core.
He removed his arms from around me and placed them on the counter beside my head, caging me in. I watched him inhale deeply, like he was trying to calm himself. I didn’t want him calm. I wanted him wild.
“I want you,” I whispered.
His gaze snapped to mine. There was that lust I craved! I saw it in his eyes; he wanted the same thing I wanted. But he was holding back.
“Baby,” he started.
“I want you, Aiden,” I repeated.
He swallowed, gaze roaming over me.
“I want you, too, love. I want you so fucking bad.” His eyes returned to mine. “But not like this.”
“Not on the counter? Okay. Let’s move to the couch.”
He chuckled low and dark. “No, baby. Not like this. Not until I know you truly want me. Not just because your body says so, but because your heart says so too.”
What the hell?
“My heart consents,” I told him.
“No, love. It doesn’t.”
