Page 74 of The Worst Best Man
Aiden fed on her mouth as he carried her into the bedroom. This time, he lowered her slowly to the mattress, covering her body with his. Her bed was small, nothing like the acreage of mattress they’d indulged themselves on in Barbados. But Aiden didn’t seem to mind.
“Condoms?” he asked, his voice rough.
She pointed to a box on her nightstand.
“I hope you put those there thinking of me,” he said dryly. She was amazed that he could tease her with as hard as his cock was against her.
“No, I always keep a jumbo box of extra-large for-her-pleasure rubbers on my nightstand.”
He pinched her ass, and she squealed. His mouth muffled any further comment.
“I want you in every way possible,” he confessed.
“Gotta start somewhere,” she breathed, half laughing, half ready to plead. “How do you want me, Aiden?”
As she’d expected, the question had carnal need lighting his beautiful blue eyes. He clenched his jaw.
“Show me,” she insisted. She was giving him permission. The last time it had been a war for the upper hand. This time, she wanted to see exactly what dark fantasies went on behind that angel’s face.
He growled low in his throat and flipped her over onto her stomach. He held her head down by grabbing a handful of hair and slid an arm around her waist, lifting her hips so that she rose onto her knees.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“I’m greenlighting you. Whatever you want is okay tonight.” Sure, she was testing him. But if he didn’t slam his cock into her in the next ten seconds, she was probably going to die.
“Whatever I want?” he repeated.
“Well, I’m not into threesomes or dudes pissing on me.”
“What about…” he trailed a finger down her spine to the cleft between her ass cheeks. When he stroked the tip of the finger over her asshole, Frankie tensed.
“Let’s see how the evening goes,” she said.
“I think we should get married,” Aiden joked.
Frankie laughed into the pillow. “Aide, seriously if you don’t stick a body part inside me right now, I’m throwing you out and going for gelato by myself.”
“We can’t have that, now can we?” He took those magic fingers and brought them between her legs.
“God, yes.” Frankie’s groan was muffled when he dragged her underwear down her thighs. And then she was soundless with shock and pleasure when he finally drove two fingers into her tight, wet core. Finally, she wasn’t empty anymore.
She pushed her hips back against him, begging for more. Aiden’s hand left her hair and slid down her shoulder and around to cup her breast where it hung.
Kneading her with one hand and fucking her with the other, he slowly escalated the torment. And Frankie chanted her words into the pillow.
“You are such a beautiful girl, Franchesca,” Aiden whispered, raining kisses down her back.
God, she loved the feel of him curling over her. Of him pumping his fingers into her and tugging on her nipples. She neededmore.
And he was willing to give it to her.
Frankie felt his thumb probing between her ass cheeks and tensed at the touch.
“Trust me?”
The question was strained.
She didn’t trust Aiden to not bend the rules until he got what he wanted or even possibly abduct someone like his brother had. But she did trust him to give her body pleasure like she’d never known before.
