Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
He leans down, hovering just inches from my mouth. “Tell me I can trust you.” The words whisper across my lips, and I shiver.
“You can trust me, Aiden.”
His lips slam to mine.
As his mouth devours me, I can feel his hands running all over my body. His touch is amazing, but no matter how good it feels, I can’t help but replay his words.
Tell me I can trust you.
I don’t have the heart to let him down right now.
He needs me.
And I’ll do anything to give him what he needs.
Aiden stops the kiss. Pulling away from my mouth, he trails a path down on my skin.
Licking.
Sucking.
Teasing.
Across my jaw.
Down my neck.
Over the swell of my breasts.
He stops there, sucking my nipple into his mouth. His tongue caresses the hard peak.
Then he’s separating my legs farther.
My breath comes out in ragged bursts as I wait for him to touch me.
It feels like my heart will explode. Like it will beat right out of my chest.
I’m wound tight.
Needing relief, needing for him to touch me.
And then it happens.
I feel the soft caress of his fingers. He trails through my slickness, until he reaches my clit. He plays me like an instrument. Strumming me until I’m panting and pleading with him. His mouth replaces his hands, his tongue swiping against my clit.
Pleasure zips through me.
My thighs tremble.
I’m so close.
About to fall over the edge when Aiden stops all movement.
A groan escapes my mouth as I lift onto my elbows to see what he’s doing, and what I see knocks the air out of my lungs.
Aiden is between my thighs, his gaze steady, staring at me.
I follow his gaze, looking down to see what he sees.
His hard cock is at my entrance. The ruddy crown is close enough to enter me.
Aiden moves his hips slightly, running his cock through my wetness, coating his skin with my desire.
Teasing me.
Torturing me.
“Please,” I beg, and he answers my plea by moving another inch, spreading me wider, but he doesn’t breach me.
Not yet.
He’s prolonging the moment. Drawing it out.
Aiden grabs my ass, and lifts me until I’m impaling myself with his cock.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” he groans. The husky rasp of his voice makes me quiver.
Pulling all the way out, he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit, then he slams back in. Pushing all the way to the hilt.
My mouth falls open on a gasp. The noises escaping me are primal and desperate.
He moves his arms, grasping my legs, giving him the perfect angle and an even better view. “I love how you feel around my cock. How you look as your pussy takes me so deep.”
His fingers bite at my skin where he holds me.
“Aiden. Please. Harder.” I beg for more, and he happily obliges. He pumps in and out of me like a crazed man. He slams into me so hard that I cry out, arching my back.
My walls squeeze around him.
He drops one of my legs and uses his free hand to bring me over the edge. “Oh God. I… I’m coming,” I moan as my orgasm spreads through my body, tearing through me with a ferocity I’ve never felt before.
My eyes close as Aiden slows his pace, pumping inside me. He thrusts a few more lazy strokes until he jerks, falling over into his own abyss.
The early morning light gleams in through the blinds, making me aware that I must have passed out last night.
In the fresh light of the day, I realize I’m in Aiden’s room.
I’m lying in Aiden Slate’s arms, feeling like the world is mine one minute and fearing it’s all about to collapse in another.
The truth is, I should’ve been honest with him.
I should’ve come clean about who I am.
I tried. I truly was prepared to spill the truth, but when he laid out his list of hard lines, I was so caught off guard by the last one that the truth about my identity was not even on my mind.
I know Mike gave me a timeline to tell him, but surely, with everything that went down, that window is no longer relevant. I’m sure even he can agree that right now isn’t ideal.
Soon, though. I’ll tell Aiden soon.
Today, I’m going to hang on to him with a white-knuckled grip because last night changed things for me.
He might not know my name, but he knows me.
And I know who Aiden Slate is. Not the boy who left me all those years ago, but the man who he became.
“Mike’s been blowing up my phone,” Aiden grates. “Can we just tell him and the world to go the fuck away?”
I chuckle. “We can, but it will only make things worse for you. I think we need to face the day and weather the storm that woman has created.”