Page 61 of Heat Exchange
That surprised her. “He does? What did you tell him?”
“I didnottell him I was running away with Tommy Kincaid’s daughter.” He winked at her. “I told him I needed some personal time and that I was telling the guys I’d be at my mom’s, but that I would actually be out of town so I can’t be called in, no matter how many alarms they strike.”
“Oh. Okay, then.” She flipped the switch on the side of his phone and plugged it in next to hers.
Oscar got bored and jumped down to twitch his tail at them before sauntering back into Shelly’s bedroom. Lydia watched him go, feeling the familiar mash-up of affection for this particular cat while wondering why people wanted to live with cats in general.
“He was keeping my lap warm,” Aidan said. “He’s good at that, I guess. Like a furry, purring hot water bottle.”
“Are your legs getting cold?”
He leaned back and sighed, giving her a sad look. “So cold.”
Lydia laughed and straddled his lap, bunching the front of his shirt in one hand. With the other hand, she ran her fingertip over his bottom lip. He tried to catch it between his teeth, but she snatched it away. Then she ran her hand up his neck and curled her fingers into his hair to pull his head back.
Lydia kissed him, enjoying the sensation of having the upper hand, in a way. He was the one tipping his head back and she was in control. She dipped her tongue between his lips, running her nails over his scalp because it made him squirm.
“One more kiss,” Aidan said, his voice low. His hands were on her hips and his fingertips pressed into her jeans to keep her from moving.
“It’s the sheets, isn’t it?” she teased. “You’re dreading being naked on them.”
He laughed. “I’d happily be naked on burlap or on a sandy beach if you’re naked with me.”
Warmth flooded her, and she told herself it was simply physical desire. It wasn’t the way that, despite the laugh, she could see in his eyes that he meant that. And, even if she wouldn’t admit it, she felt the same.
“One more kiss,” Lydia said. “And then we should go to bed.”
He tugged her hips forward, seating her more snugly against his obvious erection. “I kind of like this chair. And the couch is closer.”
“I wouldn’t mind the couch, but I’m not the one with dangling body parts that could be easily mistaken for cat toys.”
“Oscar,” he hissed, looking around. “Damn cat. Where did he go?”
“He’s hiding, waiting for you to drop your pants so he can pounce.”
He grinned at her, shaking his head. “Burlap sheets or sand in the crack of my ass, I’m willing to risk for you. Castration by cat claw? A guy’s gotta draw a line somewhere.”
“One more kiss,” she said just before she touched her lips to his.
She kissed him until the ache between her legs was so intense, she caught herself grinding against him. Aidan caught her lower lip between his teeth, biting down until she sucked in a breath. His hands rocked her hips, sliding her back and forth along the length of his cock.
“Let’s go get out of these jeans,” Lydia whispered against his mouth.
“Don’t forget to close the door.”
A few minutes later, her bedroom door was closed and she was naked on her scratchy sheets. Aidan, who’d stripped and put on a condom in record time, stretched his body over hers. Propping himself on an elbow, he smoothed her hair away from her face, tucking a few strands behind her ear.
Lydia ran her hands across the smooth, hard planes of his chest. No matter how often she got to touch him, she never tired of exploring the muscles of his chest, shoulders and arms. She knew they had exercise equipment at the station, but his physique was the kind that came from a lifetime of doing physical work and she loved running her hands over his body.
“You get this look on your face when you do that,” he said. “It’s hard to describe, but it makes me feel like the hottest guy on the planet.”
“I like touching you.”
When he grasped her behind her knees and opened her legs, she sighed with sweet anticipation. But then he slid into her with exasperating slowness, obviously trying to torture her. Every time she tried to lift her hips, he pulled back the same amount. But she could see by the way he was clenching his jaw that he was tormenting himself just as much as he was her.
“Are you in a hurry?” he teased, but the husky rasp of his voice told her he was suffering. She put her hands on his ass and pressed her fingernails into his skin, just enough to give him a nudge, but he resisted.
“No, I’m not in a hurry,” she said, changing tack. She tucked her hands under her head, as if she was totally relaxed. “Take your time.”
