Page 38 of Heat Exchange
“I think it’s called beige.”
“I love beige.”
She still had on a lot more clothes than he did, so she tried to give him a little incentive. “The panties are beige, too, and have lace.”
When he made ammmsound low in his throat and reached for the button on her jeans, she was never so thankful to have forgotten to switch her laundry over from the washer to the dryer. She usually wore her older, plain cotton underwear sets for work because they were comfortable, but they hadn’t dried in time, so she’d grabbed the lace set.
As he popped the button on her jeans open and undid the zipper, she toed out of her sneakers and kicked them aside. She used his shoulders to keep her balance as she hooked a toe in each sock and pulled those off, too. “You have the most amazing shoulders.”
“I carry heavy things a lot,” he murmured, obviously distracted by the revelation of beige lace as he slid her jeans down over her hips.
When he got them down as far as he could reach, she wiggled her butt, making them fall a little more until she could stand on the hem of each leg in turn and pull her legs out.
His eyes widened a little. “You should do that again.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” She stood on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, which pressed the length of her almost-naked body against his almost-naked body. His skin was warm and she wondered if hers felt the same to him.
“Maybe later.” He kissed her, his hands sliding down her back and under the waistband of her panties to cup her ass.
His erection was pressed against her abdomen, and she wanted the boxer briefs gone, but she didn’t want the kiss to end. He was a perfect kisser, with just the right amount of pressure and demand, without being overbearing. She liked a man who could kiss and, in her experience, they were rare.
Another thought occurred to her, and she broke off the kiss. “I know this is not a great time to ask, but do you have condoms? I didn’t bring any because I came to apologize and didn’t realize it would go so well.”
He chuckled. “It’s going very well, and, yes, I do. But they’re in my bedroom, so we should start moving in that direction.”
“Yes, we should.” She smiled and then stepped around him to walk toward his bedroom. On the way, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra so it could slide slowly down her arms. Then she caught it and tossed it behind her without looking.
“I love beige,” he said again, and she smiled.
His bedroom was clean, which she’d expected based on the rest of his apartment. A lot of blue, with sports memorabilia hung on the walls and on the bureau. The bed was definitely the centerpiece—king-size with lots of pillows.
She lifted the comforter and then slid in between the sheets, surprised by the feel of the fabric against her bare skin. “These are really nice sheets.”
“Thank you.”
“No, I mean it. Do you know the thread count?”
He looked at her, eyebrows raised. “Really? Is that something most people know? And I feel like I need to try harder or something if you’re analyzing fabric in my bed.”
She laughed and spread her arms out, running her hands over the sheets. “It feels nice against my skin. Very sensual, actually.”
“Oh, sensual is good. You should feel free to spend as much time as you want between my sheets. With me, though. It’s kind of pointless for you to roll around in the bed alone.”
She held out her hand. “I’m alone in the bed right now.”
“Only because the view from over here is incredible. You, almost naked in my bed? I want to memorize this moment.”
“Let me know when you’re done, because I’m waiting to memorize how youfeel.”
“Okay, got it.” He stretched out on the bed over her, and cupped her breast in one hand. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
She smiled, knowing it was a little goofy, but unable to help herself. Of course he was going to tell her she was beautiful, but for some reason when Aidan said it, she believed him.
His mouth closed over her nipple and she buried her hand in his hair. He sucked gently at first, but then harder, until she hissed and her back arched off the bed. Then he shifted his attention to her other breast and did it again.
She raked her nails up his back, feeling his muscles twitch under her touch. When his hand slid down her stomach, she held her breath until it skimmed over lace and he cupped her mound.
He turned his face up to hers so she could see his smug smile. “Should we see how fast I can make you come tonight?”
