I cry out as he sinks into me and hits a little too deep, and his mouth kisses my cheek and my neck. It’s his silent apology, his way of making it up to me for being a bit too rough.
I don’t want him to ease up. This feels necessary, this hard, fast, quick, unrestrained show of passion. It’s the way he makes me feel on a daily basis: crazy in love.
I reach back and cup his neck, arching my back. His hand skates around the front of my body and cups my breast through my bra, teasing me as he stays pressed inside me, rolling his hips. My fingers touch the base of his hair and his hand moves lower, down the front of my body, over the center of my stomach and navel, down between my legs.
He touches me there and I shiver with pleasure.
His other hand moves up around my neck, like he’s keeping me there so he can continue, thrusting into me and swirling his fingers. His hand around my neck tightens a little. It’s not suffocating as much as it’s claiming. It’s an assurance that I’m there in his arms and I’m not going anywhere.
He breathes my name as he starts to move faster, deeper. His thrusts turn stronger as he holds me in place against that door. His thumb finds my sensitive spot, and his hips rock in tight circles. The tension inside me detonates quicker than before, sharper and more intense.
My reaction steals the last vestiges of control from Aiden, and I feel his muscles clench as pulsing shudders rack through him. He drops his head to the crook of my neck and sighs my name as his rolling hips start to slow.
I lift my hand from his neck and he spins me around slowly, kissing me gently on the lips.
A laugh escapes me as I get a good look at him. His hair is ruffled from my hands. His lips are red and swollen. His gaze is still heavy-lidded like he’s utterly spent.
His jeans are still halfway on. His shirt is askew.
“We’re animals,” I tease with a shake of my head.
“You do this to me,” he says, yanking his shirt up and off. “What do you expect?”
“Maybe show some decorum next time,” I throw back with a wink. “Proper seduction. You know, candles and perhaps some 90s R&B.”
“I’ll try to remember,” he taunts.
Yeah right. Odds are we won’t make it past the door again. Maybe we’ll end up on the floor, but definitely not the bed. Neither one of us is patient enough for that.Chapter Twenty-ThreeAidenIt’s early. The sun hasn’t come up yet, but I can’t fall back asleep. Jet lag has set in.
Maddie lies beside me, tucked up against my body. We’re together on her bed, and I’m in no hurry to get up even though I’d kill for a cup of coffee.
We showered before bed last night, and she went to sleep with wet hair. It’s dried in crazy curls, a huge mess across her pillow. I reach out to brush one of the strands away from her face and she stirs for a moment before burrowing deeper into her blankets.
It makes me laugh before I turn and drop my feet to the ground. If I sit here much longer, I’ll wake her up with my impatience.
I’m about to stand when her hand reaches out to grab my arm.
“Don’t go,” she says with a quiet, sleepy voice.
I glance back to see her eyes are still closed, like she’s not quite ready to shake off the last few remnants of sleep.
“I was just going to put on a pot of coffee.”
“Just stay for another second,” she says, tugging on my arm.
I do as she says, lying back down in bed and gathering her against me. She throws one of her legs over mine, tangling our limbs.
“I won’t go back to sleep, I promise,” she says, nestling her head against my chest.
I hum in disbelief.
“I promise,” she says again. “Just talk to me and I’ll stay awake.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“Tell me how long you plan to stay.”
My body tenses. I was hoping we wouldn’t go down this road until after having a cup of coffee. Better yet, three or four.
When I don’t respond, she opens her eyes and blinks up at me. “How long?”
“Through the weekend.”
She rolls onto her back and looks up at the ceiling. “So…tomorrow. You’re leaving tomorrow.”
“I have to. This wasn’t a planned thing. I wasn’t supposed to leave Dubai early.”
There’s a long silence as I brace for her annoyance. I don’t blame her one bit. Neither of us wants this arrangement. We’re doing the best we can.
I’m about to ask her what she’s thinking, but then she nods and sits up. “Okay then, if that’s the case, let’s go.”