A Wonderful Kind of Love (Kinds of Love 2)

The button slid free and the corner of Aiden's mouth rose in a cocky, sexy-as-hell smirk. He knew how much I wanted him. He knew it and was enjoying it. I undid the next button down and his hands tightened on my waist. He pulled my hips to his, his eyes darkening with want as our bodies touched. I could now feel the proof of just how much want pressing into my stomach. It made my knees go to jelly.

He leaned forward and kissed the corner of my mouth, then glided his tongue to the center of my lips. I trembled, opening my mouth to give him access and quickly finishing the buttons. He shrugged out of his shirt and let it fall to the floor. His tank-top undershirt was in the way of me touching his skin, so I pulled it up over his head. My hands caressed perfect abs and sculpted pecs in the process. I moaned without realizing it.

He was all heat and muscle. Strong lines of sinew and strength under smooth skin that were built for my fingers to trace. I could feel his heart pounding under my fingertips, as I touched his chest. It was steady and strong, but obviously as excited as I was.

He kissed me again, drawing my tongue to his. I skimmed my hands up his perfect body, up to his neck and into that delicious hair. My fingers fisted into his gentle curls, holding him in my kiss. The way his body responded to mine was intoxicating.

His hands moved from my hips to my ass where he started to hike up my skirt. I felt his smile through our kiss as his fingers touched bare skin. The touch made my hips rock into his, my body questing for more. He groaned softly, telling me without words just how much he wanted this.

His hands still on my ass, he shuffled his feet forward. I followed his lead until the back of my knees touched the bed. I arched my hips against him and he shuddered with want. With a gentle push from him, I let go of his hair, and tumbled onto the mattress.

He looked down at me, his gaze full of pure desire. His mouth opened slightly and then curved up in that cocky grin that made my panties moisten. I arched my hips up to tempt him and the smile grew more confident. Slowly, he went to his knees on the floor by the bed.

My knees bent over the edge of the mattress and Aiden used his broad shoulders to separate them. He made sure I was watching, those hazel eyes burning just above my skirt, before beginning my pleasure. He kissed up from my bare feet, up my calf, up my thigh and increasing my temperature with every kiss.

His fingers hooked around the tiny string of my panties' waistband and he pulled them off with a smooth, practiced motion.

“Pretty,” he said, holding them up in the air to admire them before tossing them to the side. “But they have to go.”

I was breathless with anticipation as he used just one finger to trace the curve of my upper thigh. I couldn't see anything with my dress still in the way, so I had no idea what he was going to do next. I reached down and pulled the skirt back, wanting to see everything, but he shook his head and put it right back up.

Nervousness and excitement battled in my chest. I wanted to go wherever he led. I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, but knowing he was going to do wonderful things to me made it hard not to squirm with anticipation.

He kissed one inner thigh, and then the other. His cheeks were smooth and I knew he must have shaved just for dinner. Something about the idea of him shaving just for me felt special.

His lips kissed the V at the top of my legs and I jerked at the surge of pleasure. I was so wound with lust that even the barest breath against my pleasure center would have sent shivers down my spine. A full kiss was like being struck my lightning.

He chuckled, nuzzling my inner thigh and tightening his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night. His lips applied pressure while his teeth and tongue worked magic. I had never had anything this wonderful in my life. He coaxed me gently to the edge of what I could take.

“Aiden,” I whimpered as I started to shake. At his name, he slid one finger inside of me, sliding in on my excitement. With a flick of his tongue and finger in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.

White energy scorched the edges of my vision and Aiden showed me heaven. I crashed back to earth, gasping and spinning. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. Lust burned in his eyes with a fire I wanted inside of me.

I sat up and released the zipper to wiggle out of my dress. His pupils dilated as he watched the lacy dress clear my head. I loved the way he looked at my body like I was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He wanted me in a way that made me writhe with want.

Slowly, he stood and pulled a square package from his pocket while I undid his belt and pants. With a strong tug, I released him from his clothing. He kicked his pants and briefs to the side, giving me a look at what I was getting. His body, long and hard in the moonlight, made me shiver with desire.

He put one knee up on the bed beside me as he reached behind me to undo the bra clasp on my back. I giggled when he didn't find it.

“It's on the front,” I whispered, looking up at him.

His eyebrows raised and he grinned. “That's even better.”

He moved his hand from my back to my shoulder, pushing me to lay down on the bed. I couldn't decide if I wanted to close my eyes and savor the moment, or keep them open and watch. I looked up at Aiden and knew I wanted to watch.

He undid the snap between my breasts and his breathing grew faster as he pulled the bra apart. His right hand cupped my exposed breast and he ran his thumb across the nipple. It pebbled under his touch and sent a bolt of want and desire straight from his fingertip down to my now throbbing center of need.

“Please?” I begged, writhing under his touch and needing so much more. “Please don't make me wait...”

He reached for the foil package and I waited in breathless agony until he was poised at my entrance.

“Lena,” he whispered. Our eyes locked and he entered.

It was like a puzzle piece f

inally clicking into place. He was made for me and I for him. My body moved to greet his without having to think. Together we arched and writhed as he explored my depths.

The muscles of his back tightened as as he worked, keeping a stead pace that drove me wild. I moaned, feeling like I could float away on pleasure just by what he was doing to me. It was as if he had always known every secret of my body and was using them to push me to the limits of what I could tolerate and beyond. It was ecstasy.