Page 39 of Heat Exchange
“That’s not going to happen again. You’re going to have to work for it this time.” He probably wouldn’t have to work too long or too hard, but he didn’t need to know that.
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“Only if you’re up to it,” she said, returning that smug smile of his with one of her own.
He touched his fingertip to the hollow at the base of her throat. “I’m always up to a challenge.”
He ran that finger down between her breasts and over her stomach to slip it underneath the waistband of her panties. Because it felt as if she’d been waiting forever, Lydia would have been happy to skip straight to the main event tonight, but when his fingers slid over her slick flesh, she forced herself to relax and enjoy it.
“You feel so good,” he murmured before bending to take her nipple into his mouth again.
She buried her hands in his hair as he stroked her, losing herself in the sensation of his hand between her legs and his mouth on her breast. Then he kissed his way down her abdomen and she sucked in a breath.
“I think that’s cheating,” she said as he settled between her thighs.
Aidan grinned at her before lifting her legs to hook her knees over his shoulders, and Lydia practically trembled with anticipation. His mouth was hot and wet and, with a moan, she fell back onto the pillows.
His tongue slid into her, thrusting, before withdrawing to circle lazily around her clit. Lydia balled his expensive sheets in her fists and tried to fight the intense pleasure his mouth gave her. She hadn’t been kidding about making him work for it this time, dammit.
But when he sucked at her clit, two fingers buried deep inside of her, Lydia surrendered to the orgasm. Aidan didn’t stop until the tremors passed, and then he nipped none too gently at the inside of her thigh.
“Told you I’m always up to a challenge.”
“Oh, you’re not done yet,” she said, her voice still breathless.
“You’re damn right I’m not.”
She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then Aidan’s hands closed around her ankles. A yelping sound escaped her when he tugged her down the bed to him and parted her legs so he could kneel between them.
“You ready?” he asked, his voice low and ragged.
“I’ve been ready since you walked into the bar my first night back.” When he reached down to guide the head of his cock into her, she lifted her ass off the bed to take him in.
“Nice and slow,” Aidan whispered, holding himself still as Lydia rocked her hips to take him a little deeper with each upward thrust.
“Oh yes,” she whispered. “I like that.”
Aidan took over then, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back into her. Each stroke was hard and fast, and she felt another orgasm building. She came then, her fingernails digging into her palms as he held tight to her legs. Her hips bucked and she moaned as the muscles in her body spasmed with pleasure.
Seconds later, Aidan groaned and pumped against her. His fingers squeezed the cheek of her ass and she fisted her hand in his hair. He gasped her name and then collapsed on top of her.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “That was...I needed that.”
“You do know how to live up to a challenge.”
She stroked his back while he caught his breath, and then he reached between them to secure the condom as he withdrew. When he flopped onto his back, Lydia stretched her arms up over her head, savoring the warm pleasure still resonating in her muscles.
But when Aidan went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, she sighed and got up. She couldn’t stay. If he went for a round two, she might end up staying so long she’d fall asleep in his bed and that was a bad idea.
She went on a scavenger hunt for her clothes, basically putting them on as she found them, in the reverse order that she’d taken them off. By the time she shoved her feet into her sneakers, Aidan was watching her. He’d pulled on a pair of boxer briefs—gray this time—but that was all.
“Leaving already?” There was no judgment in his voice, or surprise, as if he’d expected to find his bed empty.
“I didn’t think I’d be here long and it was kind of an impulse thing, so I didn’t tell Ashley where I was going. So I should...yeah, I’m leaving.” She gave him a chagrined look. There was no sense in pretending she had a good reason for not staying. “You know how it is.”
“Always awkward,” he said, and they both laughed.
“It was worth the awkward, though.”
