by Tawny Weber
So she did the smartest thing she could.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body tight against his and took his mouth with all of the need, all of the passion and desire inside her.
And dared him to resist.
8
AIDEN CONSIDERED HIMSELF a very smart man. Not one who often gave in to impulse. Decisions—especially big ones—required careful thought, strategic planning and a vigilant consideration of all possible outcomes.
Ignoring any of that often led to mistakes.
Even regrets.
Intellectually, he knew this was exactly that. One of those impulsive mistakes that would lead to regrets.
But intellect took a backseat to the pounding desire and the clawing, aching need engulfing his body right now.
His mouth moved over Sage’s. She was so soft. So damned sweet. The rich intensity of chocolate coated her lips, but the addicting flavor was all Sage. His tongue delved deep, but he knew he’d never get enough.
Not of tasting her.
Not of touching her.
His hands skimmed, featherlight, over her shoulders. Her skin was so soft, a vivid contrast against the lace of her bra. He cupped his palm over her full breast, groaning at the feel of her as her flesh filled his hand.
She whimpered, a tiny mewling sound that echoed through his head. She scraped her nails down his biceps, curving her fingers over the hard muscles and making another sound—this one appreciation—that made Aiden want to flex and give thanks for the intensive SEAL PT he went through on a daily basis.
“You have the most incredible body,” she whispered, her hands roaming his chest now. “I could spend hours worshipping it.”
“Babe, I was thinking the exact same thing.” To prove it, he skimmed one hand down the gentle curve of her spine before sliding it back up and unsnapping her bra. A flick of one finger, then another over the straps and he felt it ripple between their bodies on the way to the floor.
“You’re so hard,” she breathed, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his shoulder as her hands roamed his biceps again. “Hard, delicious muscles.”
“You’re so soft,” he countered, his fingers tracing the delicate coral areola of one full breast before he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. It hardened gratifyingly fast, pebbling against his thumb, making him groan.
“Hard, solid shoulders,” she murmured, her hands pressing, flat-palmed, over his shoulders before sweeping down his chest. She curved her fingers, scraping her nails over his nipples on her way down, then again on the trip back up.
“Soft, delicate breasts,” he breathed, cupping both in his hands, his thumbs working the nipples as he weighed the tantalizing globes.
Needing more, he lowered his head to sip at one nipple, then the other. So as not to leave either feeling bereft, he worked one with his mouth while his thumb teased the other. Teeth scraped, his tongue laved. The already hard nubbins sharpened into rock-hard pebbles of desire.
Sage’s fingers clenched and unclenched, digging into his waist now as her breath quickened. Her hips squirmed as she tried to move closer.
As if she couldn’t stand the barrier, she pushed his shirt away, forcing him to let go of his bounty long enough to get his arms free of the sleeves. She fumbled with his belt, her hands rubbing over his rock-hard erection as she tried to free him.
She was driving him crazy.
Being an equal-opportunity lover, he figured it was only fair to drive her crazy, too. A task he took quite seriously.
He skimmed his fingers along the elastic of her panties. It only took a push to send them sliding down her legs.
“I’m naked,” she noted.
“Mmm,” he agreed, stepping back to get a good look.
Sweet baby, she was gorgeous.
Long, lithe, golden and gorgeous.
“You’re still fully clothed,” she pointed out.
“This a problem?”
“I can’t do naughty things to you until we’re in an equal state of undress.” She tilted her chin, giving him a haughty look at odds with her naked glory.
“What kind of naughty things?”
“The kind that involve my tongue.”
Aiden was pretty sure he set a new personal record for stripping naked.
“And look,” Sage said, holding up a glass bowl filled with condoms. “Wasn’t it sweet of our friends to take such good care of us.”
“Great. Gimme,” he told her with a grin, bending his fingers in a c’mere gesture.
“You’d be the expert on protection,” Sage murmured, giving him the bowl. “Bet I can show you something new, though.”
“Go for it,” he suggested, handing a condom right back to her.
Her eyes twinkling, Sage arched one brow, then used her teeth to rip the foil open.
She didn’t pull out the condom, just held it high in one hand while she reached the other around the back of his neck to pull his mouth down.
Tongues dueling, the kiss went from hot to incendiary with the nip of her teeth.
Before it got really good, though, she moved. Her mouth as hot as her body, she kissed her way down his throat, over his chest. Her tongue swirled around his nipples, making Aiden groan and grip her waist.
Then she slid out of his grasp, and down his body.
“Sage,” he said quietly, not sure he could take much more.
Her lips wrapped around the sensitive tip of his penis.
Yeah. He’d take more. As much as she wanted to give.
She sipped at his head, her eyes locking on his as she swirled her tongue around and around. It was like being stroked in wet velvet.
He used to be a civilized guy. A decorated member of the United States Armed Forces. A brilliant mind.
Now, Sage naked at his feet and his body pounding with need, he was a savage.
“Bed,” he growled.
“Here,” she challenged, quickly sliding the latex over his erection.
Never one to refuse a dare, he grabbed her arms, swept her up the length of his body. With a wicked grin, she slid one foot along the back of his thigh until she reached his waist. Aiden gripped her by the hips, hefting her high. She wrapped her other leg so she was straddling him.
Aiden braced himself, digging his heels into the carpet. Fingers digging into her butt, he angled and thrust.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped, her hands tight on his shoulders. “You’re like Super Lover. With special powers and everything.”
“Babe, you don’t know the half of it,” he told her, his ego swelling even bigger than his rock-hard erection.
Guiding her, sliding her, he tried to pace himself.
She was so hot. So tight.
Her breasts slid over his chest, her nipples leaving fiery trails on his skin.
His fingers dug into her butt. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to disconnect, to grab those last feeble threads of control.
“Wait,” he demanded, stilling.
“Noooo,” she moaned.
“Patience, Sage,” he ordered on a growl.
Still buried inside her, it took him two steps to reach the bed. It took three seconds to calculate the odds of them both hitting the mattress with him still inside her, and his dick not snapping off.
Deciding they weren’t really in his favor, he took her mouth in a hot, wet kiss as he slowly, reluctantly pulled out.
Her protest was half moan, half whimper.
Still holding her, he carefully, as if she were precious treasure, laid her on the edge of the bed.
His eyes met hers.
She was so damned beautiful.
He slid into her wet heat, her body gripping him so tight he almost cried with the intensity of the pleasure.
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This, he realized as he plunged, was home.
He’d finally come home.
The thought exploded, bigger than the orgasm building, like an emotional climax spewing all over the place. He pushed it aside, focusing on his body. On the building pleasure.
On giving the same pleasure to Sage.
He plunged, slow and deep. Each thrust met by her hips, their sweat-slick bodies moving in sync with each other.
Her breath came faster with each descent.
A soft, silken flush washed over her chest, coating her breasts a tempting shade of strawberry. He had to taste.
Arms locked, he leaned down, swiping his tongue over her nipple.
Sage cried out, arching higher, offering her breast for his feasting pleasure.
Who was he to say no?
Aiden feasted away.
Thrusting deep, he sucked on her nipple.
Then with a balance honed by years of physical training, he straightened and shifted his weight onto one hand. Still thrusting, he reached between their bodies to find her swollen bud.
She shuddered, her eyes flying open to meet his.
The passion in her gaze was an erotic invitation, begging him to do more, to make her feel every possible delight. Winding tighter and tighter inside, like a bomb about to explode, his body tensed.
“Go,” he ordered through clenched teeth.
“Make me,” she challenged.
The climax throbbed, right there on the edge. Determined to send her over first, Aiden pulled out until just the tip of his dick was buried in her warmth.
Her brow creased, a look of frustration flashing in her eyes.
He plunged again, slow and intense until he was buried so deep he wasn’t sure where she started and he left off.
Her eyes widened, frustration gone and passion fogging the aquamarine depths.
He slid back out.
She whimpered.
He plunged, a little faster this time.
Her breath came in pants now.
In. Out.
Faster and faster.
Her fingers skewered his butt, her hips thrusting to meet his. Slamming tighter and tighter against each other. Aiden growled.
“Go,” he demanded again.
“Yessssss.”
She went over with a gasp, her body arching high, pressing tight against his. Her breath coming in panting whimpers now, she ground her pelvis against him as if she were trying to milk every last drop of delight from his body.
It was the look in her misty eyes that sent him over. Hazy passion, dancing joy and absolute trust. Balanced on her shoulder blades, she reached up to cup her hands over his cheeks, pulling his face close for a sweet kiss.
The sweetness was his undoing.
Aiden exploded.
His body. His mind.
His heart.
Every piece of him blew to bits as he lost himself in her body. He lost track of time. Black edged his vision but he never lost sight of her face. Of those eyes.
He loved her.
Dammit.
* * *
THIS WAS IT. Sage sank into the delight, floating on a cloud of pleasure so deep and intense, she felt as though it’d taken over her body.
She’d finally found it.
Bliss.
That elusive answer to everything she’d spent her life searching for. The key to everything she wanted, everything she needed.
Aiden was her bliss.
Her bliss rolled off her, pressing a warm kiss against her shoulder as he moved away for a second. Then, before she could react to his moving—or her discovery—he was back, sweeping her into his arms. Again.
Before she even registered that she was up, he lay her down again, this time at the top of the bed, where he joined her, pulling the blankets over them both.
He was such a prince.
The Prince of Bliss.
Her eyes flew open and she slammed down to earth as the pleasure cloud evaporated in a puff of panic.
Oh, shit.
No. Oh, no, no, no.
Not Aiden.
He couldn’t be her bliss.
It was just the sex talking.
Her cognitive skills were fogged by waves of orgasmic pleasure.
Her brain was high on sugar from that fingerful of hot fudge.
It was a mentally lethal combination.
Besides, the guy had some serious skills in bed. Aiden. A guy she’d known for most of her life, was the world’s greatest lover.
The possessor of the magical key to bliss.
She was in so much trouble.
“Sage?”
She pulled the bedspread higher, tucking it under her chin.
Hey, she considered it a victory that it wasn’t over her head.
“Sage?” he repeated when she didn’t respond. “Are you okay?”
Was she okay? Her mind raced.
She could run, get the hell out of here and escape. The room, the town, the state.
But her dad needed her.
And she’d promised Aiden that she was in it for the long haul. She might be a flake, but she didn’t break her promises.
She could tell him how she felt.
He was a SEAL. He could handle the terror.
Or she could do what she did best.
Revel in the moment, enjoy every blissful second of what they had here, and deal with the fallout later.
“You okay?”
“I’m amazing,” she stated.
“Yeah, you are,” he agreed with a satisfied sound that was half growl, half sigh.
He sounded so sexy. Pure satisfied masculinity. She’d done that, made him growl with pleasure.
She wanted to do it again.
With a deep breath, she shoved back the fear and grabbed onto the moment as she rolled onto one elbow.
He was gorgeous.
His eyes soft with fading passion, his lips swollen from kissing her. And that body. Oh, yeah, she had a lot to thank Uncle Sam for. Because while nature might have given him a very nice start, the military had honed his physique to a work of art.
A very yummy work of art.
“You know we have the rest of the weekend to fill,” she murmured.
“Any ideas?”
“I do think we should use the hot fudge before it’s cold,” she pointed out.
Disappointment flashed in his eyes for a second, then faded to friendly concern.
“You’re hungry?”
“I am,” she said with a nod.
As much because she needed to move as to add some fun to their sexy times, Sage scurried from the bed. Comfortably naked, she crossed the room to get the fudge, unplugging the warmer and bringing just the bowl back with her. It wasn’t until she reached the side of the bed that she noticed Aiden’s expression.
All of a sudden, she felt like a goddess. The worship in his eyes was as hot as his mouth had been earlier.
“Amazing,” was all he said, though.
Her cheeks warmed. How silly. Had a guy ever made her blush before? She couldn’t remember even once, especially after they’d got naked together. But Aiden, he had a way of making her feel every kind of thing she’d never imagined before.
“I get the first lick,” she decided, holding the bowl aloft.
“Nope.” He grabbed the bowl with one hand, her wrist with the other. A quick tug had her on the mattress next to him. “You licked earlier. Now it’s my turn.”
“Oh, my.” She shifted onto her elbows, tossing her hair back to keep it out of the sticky range.
“You didn’t bring a spoon?” he asked, giving the bowl a confused look.
Sage’s lips twitched. He was so cute.
“I’d planned to use my fingers,” she told him.
He frowned, then as if realizing the silliness of worrying about utensils when his plate was her body, he grinned back.
“Dessert time, then,” he announced, dipping two fingers into the thick brown sweet. He paused as if testing the temperature, then gave her a long look. Like an artist assessing a blank canvas, trying to decide where to start worshipping his masterpiece.
He must have decided he was a top-down kind of guy, because he took that scoop of chocolate and swirled it around one nipple, then the other.
He gave her a wicked look, then dipped his fingers again and painted a smile on her tummy.
“Happy,” he said with a grin.
“Indeed?”
“Yeah. I’ll prove it.”
He offered her his chocolate-coated fingers. More than ready to enjoy, Sage sucked the chocolate off of them one at a time. His dick danced a hard tribute of delight as she did.
“Yum,” she told him.
“Let’s see.”
He proceeded to lick her body clean.
Sage was hot and wet by the time he finished licking the smile clean. As he licked, his own fingers worked their way between her thighs, sliding inside her to swirl, then plunge, then swirl again.
“Aiden,” she begged, her fingers digging into the mattress.
“Just a sec, I’m eating,” he told her as he shifted lower, his shoulders pressing her thighs wider.
He moved his fingers to make room for his tongue.
Still sipping, his groan of delight making it clear he found her as tasty as the chocolate, he sucked and licked until Sage exploded.
Lights flashed behind her eyes.
The rich scent of chocolate filled her senses.
Her body trembled as he kissed his way back up, burying his face in her throat before taking her mouth with his.
His hands felt so good on her body. Strong, firm, delicious. When he touched her, she was in heaven.
His hands made her feel sexy. Gave her the most intense pleasure. At the same time, she felt safe. Like nothing could hurt her when he was around.
“Chocolate bliss,” she said, licking her bottom lip.
“Sage bliss,” he corrected, rubbing his thumb over the corner of her mouth. “Delicious.”