The bastard must have known what she was attempting to do because he held his body at an angle that prohibited the contact and increased the frustration. He shifted his mouth, trailing wet kisses along her jaw line to her ear. She expected to see steam rise from her skin with the fevered contact.
"You've been teasing me all day. Now it's my turn to make you pay.” His heated breath tickled her neck as he whispered, causing the little hairs at her nape to bristle.
"I have not.” She hadn't, had she?
His hands dropped from her waist to clutch her bottom. “You've been wiggling your delectable ass at me until I'm ready to drop to my knees and take a bite out of it. And I may yet.” His hands moved around to the front of her body, stroking every inch of her along the way, until they cupped her breasts, thrusting them upward. “You've been shaking your maracas like some hoochie-mama flamenco dancer, making me want to shake all of you as I slam my hard cock into you over and over and over. Which I will do. You can count on that."
Oh, my, she hadn't known, hadn't guessed. She'd never before aroused this kind of passion in a man.
Not even Aiden, all those years ago. Back then, they'd been horny and desperate, but not passionate. Not with the sort of fire that burned deep in his gray eyes and threatened to melt her from the inside out as she stood locked in his gaze. If he stepped away from her now, she'd crumple to the floor—he'd already started the process, turning her boneless and pliant.
Her breasts felt heavy, achy, when free of his grasp. His hands cupped the back of her head, her body prepared for another kiss. Leaning into him, she closed her eyes. Instead of his mouth on hers, his fingers picked at the bobby pins securing her bun until her hair tumbled around her shoulders.
"God, I hate that damn bun."
It took her lust-fogged brain precious seconds to shift gears. This was not what she expected him to do with his mouth. Wrapping the length around his hand, he tugged until she looked up at him, the line of her throat exposed.
"That's more like it,” he mumbled as he lowered his head. Pressing his lips to the base of her neck, he sent her pulse soaring as he flicked his tongue to her skin. He nibbled a path along her collarbone.
A wispy moan escaped her as he licked and sucked his way to below her jaw. Who knew the spot beneath her chin was an erogenous zone? What if she had a mark there in the morning? She'd deal with it then. Right now, she lacked the inclination to stop the delicious sensations. Her skin was ultra sensitive—she felt every touch of his damp tongue, each pull of his lips on her skin tugged at her clit. And when he did that ... oh dear, God, when he slipped his tongue along the sworls of her ear, she throbbed deep inside.
Her fingers fumbled with the desperation that struck her. She had to feel his skin. Yanking his dress shirt from his slacks, she burrowed underneath until she clutched at the muscles of his back. The feel of smooth flesh stretched tight over hard muscle had her longing for something long and hard in her hands.
As if he'd read her mind, he pinned her to the wall with his hips, the ridge of his erection telling her that he wanted her as much as she did him. A surge of feminine power washed over her, leaving her feeling even more weak-kneed and hornier in its wake.
She'd called the shots last night, and she could damn well do it again. She was tired of waiting. Gliding her hands to his lightly haired chest, she levered his upper body away from her.
"Bed. Now."
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am,” he called off as he scooped her into his arms, or he'd probably have saluted, his words reminiscent of those first days of the Academy when they struggled through basic training, known as the Beast. He paced off the few steps to the center of the room.
A sense of floating and euphoria surrounded Erika seconds before she bounced on the bed after an unglamorous and not-at-all sexy toss on her bottom. Orienting herself, she fixed Aiden with her best officer-glaring-down-an-enlisted stare, only to be rewarded with wicked laughter.
"Honey, I'm an attorney, I was trained to browbeat witnesses, and before that, I frightened fourth classmen with a single glance. You can't best me."
Hell, yes, she could. Pushing to a sitting position, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt. Just as he swallowed hard, straining to catch a glimpse of cleavage, she turned her attention to the bottom of her shirt and worked her way up. She watched his eyes, saw him grinding his teeth, as she left one last button fastened, the one preventing him from seeing the lacy cups of a bra that barely contained her breasts.
His moan echoed in the quiet room when she flicked the metal stud at the waistband of her pants. Every click of zipper teeth releasing caused a muscle in Aiden's jaw to twitch. After toeing off her sandals, she wiggled to her feet and turned around to shimmy out of her pants.
"Oh, God."
She tossed her sexiest smile over her shoulder at him, straightening up. He'd been right, she wore a thong, completely visible as her shirttails brushed the top strap.
"You have the most amazing ass."
She could return the compliment but she wouldn't. Not yet, anyway. She still had more of her lesson to teach him. Turning around, she released the final button on her shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders.
Beat that, she thought as she reached around to unhook her bra.
Any sense of satisfaction disappeared as he tackled her to the bed, landing on top of her.
* * * *
Done. Aiden was finished playing games, no matter how much fun. If he didn't make love to her soon, he'd probably bust a nut. Literally. He ached with need for her, a burning that went beyond his throbbing cock. He shoved that notion away. Too much blood had flowed to parts south to attempt a rational thought, let alone analyze feelings or emotions.
Erika pushed at his polo shirt in an effort to strip him. He was only too willing to oblige the lady in order to facilitate skin on skin contact. Grasping the hem, he yanked the top up and over his head. Static crackled as the garment flew free, sending his hair in disarray. She smoothed the wayward locks back down and brushed them away from his face. The gesture touched him. One more thing to ignore if he was determined to keep this physical.
With great reluctance, he scrambled to his feet—trying not to maul Erika in the process—in order to remove his slacks. As much as he wanted them gone, he hated breaking the contact they'd already established. A mental nudge that it was only going to get better helped him off the bed. The unruly trouser snake popped free the second he worked the buttons of his fly loose. That's what he got for going commando. There was no way in hell he'd ask the government to foot the bill for a second pair of underwear at the prices charged in the lobby boutique when one pair for the car trip tomorrow would suffice.
The look on her face as his cock bobbed and wiggled was worth every penny saved on behalf of the American taxpayers. Her eyes didn't waver as he stripped off his shoes and socks and finally his jeans. What little blood hadn't rushed to fill his erection made its way there now. Forget busting a nut, the pressure threatened to blow off the head. The only thing he wanted blowing was her and the only thing he wanted spewing was him, inside her mouth or pussy didn't much matter at this point.
Grabbing an ankle, he flipped her on her belly. He reached for a pillow, stuffing it under her hips, elevating her for their mutual pleasure. His index finger traced the thin strap of the thong, pausing at the very edge of her vagina. Goosebumps broke out all over her skin as his finger moved back to the top of her panties. The damp spot on the crotch clued him in to the fact that she was every bit as turned on as him.
Thank God, because he didn't think he had it in him to be patient this time. His lust should have been assuaged after their encounter the night before. But no, it raged hotter now. He'd gone without sex since the twins were born and been just fine. All of a sudden, he couldn't manage to go twenty-four hours without acting like the horny teenager he wasn't even when he was that age.
Leaning over, he buried his nose in the crevice between the two plump globes of he
r ass and inhaled the scent of aroused woman. With a growl, he took the promised bite of her flesh. She squealed and tried to push down into the pillow. He took his tongue and soothed the spot he'd nibbled. His mouth continued to journey until it reached the plump wet lips of her pussy, delighting in her moans as he puffed warm air over the sensitive skin. Her well-toned butt wiggled, pushing closer to his face. Unfortunately, he didn't have the restraint necessary to ignore that request. His self-control had abandoned him somewhere between the elevator and the room, leaving his cock in charge, with one pressing agenda.
He straightened up as he tugged the inconsequential scrap of lace away from her body. Bending his knees, he aligned his cock with her pussy. One swift thrust seated him deep inside her body, his hands gripping her hips. Crying out, her head dropped forward until her cheek rested on the comforter. Her shoulders heaved as drew in ragged breaths.
Not daring to move for fear he'd shoot his load on the first stroke, he focused all his attention on Erika. On the dark sweep of her lashes against her cheek, on the soft flush coloring her skin. His sanity returned to him in bits and pieces until she wiggled her ass. The shimmy obliterated all the progress he'd made in taming his lust. Dammit, he wanted this time to be better than the last.
"Please.” Her now open eyes implored him as she held his gaze.
"Please what?"
"You know what."
So sexy, so aggressive, and yet so timid. What an erotic combination.
"Is this what you want?” He flexed his hips, withdrawing a fraction of an inch and then slamming back until his balls slapped her clit.
"Yes.” The word escaped on a breath of air as he repeated the motion. “Oh, God, yes!"
Always a believer in positive reinforcement, Aiden clutched her hips and drove into her. With her inner muscles spasming around him, the already exquisite tightness reached unbearable levels. He wanted her to come as well this time, and took matters into his own hand to assure the desired outcome. His fingers slid under her body to stroke at her clit in time with pistoning hips, her moisture coating him. He pumped in and out, over and over, long strokes, even thrusts, concentrating on arcane facts from a Black's law dictionary to keep from coming too soon.
When her back arched and her head began to shake from side to side, he knew she was close. He continued to pound at her body. The slaps of her butt against his thighs as he plunged into her made an erotic counterpoint to her squeals and moans. He watched as her body swallowed him, accepted him, her pink flesh darker now with her own increased blood flow as she stretched wide to accommodate him.
The puckered flesh of her other hole intrigued him. He longed to slide a digit in that passage, to tease her with the sensation. Some time soon, he'd make good on that fantasy. They'd explore that another time. This time he wanted to show her the awesomeness of coming during sex.
Rhythmic contractions milked his cock as her orgasm overtook her. She screamed, shouted, and called out his name in rapid succession, then collapsed to the bed. She slammed back onto his cock, impaling herself, sucking all of him deep.
He howled as his release overtook him, causing his body to shiver and still as the waves washed over him. The sensation began in his toes, building until it reached the throbbing head buried inside Erika. His balls drew tight, hard, as the feeling reached them and they emptied their load in painfully pleasurable spurts.
He crumpled to Erika's side, his knees weak and utterly spent from the exertion. With a gentle tug, he draped her body over his, needing to continue the intimate contact. For the moment, he lost the ability to think or move. The only things that existed were the feelings of satisfaction and completion filling him. Closing his eyes, he struggled to steady his breath, focusing on matching his to hers.
* * * *
The diamond ring burned a hole in his pocket. All evening long, he'd waited for the perfect moment to ask Erika Dalton to be his wife.
Sure this evening was about finally being able to make love to her. He wanted more than quickie gropes and mind-blowing oral sex, even if Erika could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. For a woman who claimed never to have done more than give a guy a hand job in high school, she possessed an amazing natural talent—one he encouraged. He waited for the perfect moment, not wanting to rush their first time together—her first time. He wanted more than a tumble in the back seat of a borrowed car for both of them.
The evening was about so much more. The time had come to move their relationship to the next level, sexually and emotionally. To do so, he'd arranged the ultimate romantic setting.
If he did say so himself, the idea to take a stroll around the grounds of the resort had been an inspired one. He guided her to a secluded stone bench, draping his suit jacket over her shoulders to shelter her from the chilly night air of a Colorado early spring evening. While she took his breath away in the little black dress she wore, it offered little to keep her warm. That was his job.
The words lodged in his throat now that the moment drew near. He wanted his ring on her finger before they went upstairs and made love.
"Erika?” Dear God, he sounded like a freaking frog. So much for suave and debonair.
She looked up at him, the green of her eyes obscured in the dim light. He shoved his hand in his pocket, turning the ring box over and over as he struggled to force out the words. “A brand new chapter in our lives is about to begin."
"I can't wait to graduate."
He couldn't either, but he wanted this more. He wanted what his father had—a wife at his side as he advanced his military career. Except that while his father had been a grunt in the marines, Aiden would be an officer in the Air Force. “The thought of graduating has made me realize something. I don't want to move on to the next phase of my life without you."
His fingers clutched at the ring box and dragged it out of his pocket. “Erika.” His froglike croak came out as a whisper. He'd survived the Beast, he'd survived Recognition, he would damn well survive a simple proposal. He hoped.
"Erika.” He turned his head and cleared his throat. He didn't want her remembering how dorky he sounded when he proposed and from what he'd heard, women remembered every last freaking detail of moments like this. His mother certainly did. “Will you marry me?” He popped open the box to reveal the ring he'd tapped into his savings to afford. Tears welled in her eyes. Please, God, let them be happy ones.
When she nodded her head, he slid the ring on her finger. The weight of the evening lifted off his shoulders. “I've never been so scared.” He gathered her close and took a deep breath. She smelled clean, like flowers, and distinctly Erika.
"Not even when we had to go to jump school?"
"I'd freefall without a chute before I'd do this again."
"Then it's a good thing I plan to stay married to you until death do us part."
His heart clenched. A death that could come way too soon if she insisted on pursuing a career with the Air Force Security Agency. “Which is exactly why I hope you'll request a safer job assignment, one that will make it easier for you to be with me.” He'd prefer it if she did her five years and got out, but he'd save that discussion for another time.
"You expect me to opt out of joining the Air Force Security Agency?"
"Yes, I do. A wife's place is with her husband.” He'd learned that lesson on numerous corps bases all across the country. The constant moves made a career difficult.
"Are you serious?” He heard the squeak in her voice, the same one he heard whenever she got annoyed. He ignored the warning klaxon in his brain and pressed forward.
"Of course I am.” A married woman had a primary responsibility to her husband. Just look at his mother and all the sacrifices she made.
"Why is this the first time I've heard of it?"
"Maybe because this is the first time we've ever talked about marriage.” And what he expected in a marriage and from a wife.
"I'm not willing to give up my position with the AFSA. I've worked hard the la
st four years to get right where I want to be."
That wasn't what he expected. He'd seen how hard she'd had to fight to achieve even the smallest measure of success. Not just her, all of the women in the male-dominated world of the military. He admired and respected those women for their struggles and their devotion. But Erika didn't need to fight anymore. He'd take care of her. He thought she'd be happy. Why on earth would any woman want to keep struggling if she didn't have to?
"I'm not asking you to give up your career." Yet. “Just to take it in a different direction, one more in tune with marriage and a family."
Her posture straightened. She stared at him as if he'd grown two heads. What the hell had gone wrong? Hadn't he just offered her what every woman wanted?
"If you're willing to meet me halfway, we can talk. Otherwise, we're through.” She took off the ring he'd just put on her finger and held it out in the palm of her hand.
He didn't want to take it back, but he did. He could tell he'd pissed her off and didn't want to make a scene. Her warmth lingered on the tiny piece of jewelry, burning his hand. Shoving it back in his pocket, he watched her warily, wondering about her next move.
She pushed away to stand in front of him. “I'll take a taxi back to campus."
He stared as she marched back inside the lobby of the resort, confused as hell. He thought he'd understood Erika. He'd listened to her complaints to be taken seriously as a woman. He'd thought that meant she wanted to be a real woman, a wife and mother. In Aiden's mind, real women took care of their family; that was their primary job. He'd assumed their values and desires would mesh. That would teach him to assume. He knew what happened when one assumed. Still, he'd gone ahead and done it and made an ass out of himself.
As he picked his suit jacket off the ground, the room key slipped from the inside pocket. Palming it, he strolled back to the lobby and the elevators. He'd already paid for the damn room, he might as well sleep in it.
Aiden sat bolt upright in bed, the blankets pooling in his lap. Raking his fingers through the wild strands of his hair, he took several deep breaths in a vain attempt to slow his rapid heartbeat.
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