Page 39 of Acquiring Ainsley
“Over there, and down the hall,” she murmured against my mouth, giving an answer to a question I hadn’t yet asked. “Last door on the right.”
I lifted her up and followed her instructions, which ended in a large master bedroom with light-gray walls and a king-sized bed covered in a white duvet and a fuzzy green throw. I placed her on the bed and she opened herself to me.
“This is it,” I said. “Are you sure?”
Ainsley nodded. “I’ve wanted this for a while.”
I caught her mouth with mine and I kissed her deeper than I’d ever kissed anyone, then I moved my lips down her neck, toward the swell of her breasts. I teased her nipples with my tongue and she moaned from the pleasure. I let her know how much I liked hearing it by traveling down the smooth curves of her body, ending at the apex of her thighs. She was primed and ready for me, but I drew out the moment as I teased and tantalized her with my tongue, taking in every taste of her.
“Yes,” she said beneath a heavy breath. “Don’t stop.”
I was hard, and my dick throbbed with need, but I had an overwhelming urge to bring her to climax first. I built on each second that passed, leading her to an orgasm she needed just as much as I craved giving it to her. My hands explored every part of her as I tasted her, adding to her enjoyment. Her warm, smooth breasts responded to my touch, her stomach shivered with need. And just when I felt like I couldn’t take it any longer, she cried out as her whole body shuddered.
Only then did I allow myself to crawl up over her and enter her slick tightness.
Together, Ainsley and I moved as one on the bed. I drew her close to me, crushing her body against mine. I thrust in and out of her, over and over. We also joined our bodies with our lips, and I found myself shrinking the space between us, moving closer, burying myself deeper inside her warmth.
It was perfect. One perfect moment. And I never wanted it to end.
But when it did, I held onto her until the very last moment, until it became physically impossible to stay connected with her any longer. And then I held onto her in the darkness, wishing the night would last forever. A thousand thoughts clouded my mind, and I knew everything had changed between us.
I was thirty-nine-years-old, and I’d just found something that I’d never discovered before.
Lying beside her, I decided to stay another night in South Florida. “I don’t have any pressing meetings until noon tomorrow,” I told her as we lay wrapped in the cotton sheets, staring at each other. “I’ll tell my pilot that we aren’t going back to New York tonight. I’ll spend another night here—if you’ll have me.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I kissed her, then drew my body closer, entwining our legs and wrapping my calves around hers until I had Ainsley pinned to the bed. “I can’t think of any place I’d rather be.”
“Good.” She raked her fingers through my hair. “I was hoping that you’d say something like that.”
I kissed her again, and we molded together on top of the fluffy cotton. I dragged my lips over her breasts, then down her stomach, and faded into her like I’d always been there. She was mine, all mine.
And for the first time in years, I felt completely alive.
I woke the following morning with a jolt. My final dream faded from my mind, but I held onto the last pieces of it—a sensation that I was falling, with nothing to stop me. My breath pushed in and out of my lungs as I sat up in bed.
“Are you okay?” Trevor asked in the bed next to me, his voice still coated with sleep.
“No, I’m—I’m okay.” But I struggled to say those words, and I knew I wasn’t fooling anyone. I lay down next to him again. “I’m just—”
“Shh.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “You’re fine. You’re safe.”
“Am I?” I pulled the sheets and duvet around us. “This has been”—I willed my lungs to slow down—“a stressful few weeks. A lot to take in.”
“I know,” he whispered. “You just have to trust me, Ainsley. You have to trust yourself.”
I stared into his eyes. It was still early, just a little while after sunrise, but the morning light already streamed into the bedroom, warming up his face and softening his eyes. “I do.”
“You do?” He grinned.
I smiled back at him. “Yes, but I am wondering a few things.”
“Like what?”
I snuggled deeper into the bed. “Well, what about kids? If we get married, do you want any? Is that part of the deal? And what if… what if we do have one?”
His fingers stopped exploring my hairline. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
