Page 133 of Beneath the Quiet

Aidan saying please is the biggest turn-on in my life.

One I didn’t expect.

But hearing it now is all it takes for me to give in.

So, I sit on his face and put my hands on the headboard.

The moment I do, I cease thinking because his ravenous mouth and tongue become my primary focus. This time, he licks and sucks me, setting the pace as he grinds me on his face, and it doesn’t take long before another earth-shattering orgasm tears through me. I tighten my hands on the headboard, my head swimming. On each whimper he draws out of me, he pulls my pussy even closer. His burning gaze makes me whimper even harder as I come down from my high, and I push up and over his body to lie down next to him.

Without a word between us, he reaches down between our bodies and takes my hand. He pulls it towards him, and the second his mouth meets my knuckles in the most tender kiss, I realise that this man holds the power to break my heart.

Chapter Thirty-One

Aidan

“Ithought farmers worked all the time.”

I turn my head to look at Maeve, surprised by her line of thinking since we’ve just shared one of the most earth-shattering experiences of my life.

“Yeah?”

“It’s getting closer to harvesting, isn’t it?”

I glance down at the crease between her eyes and reach out a hand to smooth it away. Her eyes turn softer, less confused, and I lean over to kiss her.

“What’s going on in that busy head of yours now?” I murmur against her lips.

“I just don’t want you to fall behind because of me.”

I tangle my legs with hers, pulling her towards me.

“Don’t worry. I have a great team working with me. I’m not a slacker, but I can take a day off from time to time.” I lift our entwined hands and pull them back up to my lips. “And I definitely don’t regret coming here today.”

Maeve lifts her head, snuggles closer, and rests her head on my chest. Her cheeks are still flushed, sated, and if I weren’t worried that I’d scare her off by blurting out how deeply my feelings run for her, nothing could have stopped me from telling her.

The problem is that I can’t tell her. Not yet.

Not until I’m sure she feels the same about me. That she’ll surrender her heart to me.

I can still smell her on me. The taste of her pussy lingers on my tongue. All I want is to touch her.

Kiss her. Fuck her. Bite her.

Until I can see all my markings on her skin.

Mine.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

I school my features and cock my head. “Like what?”

“Like you’ve been struck by lightning. You froze.” She lifts her hand and sweeps it down my nose to land on my lips, pressing lightly. I force my tense limbs to relax and try to come up with something, anything, to say. I grin at her and look down, hiding my eyes. But then I notice the scar on her lower belly, and I don’t have to come up with an answer when there’s a more vital question at the tip of my tongue.

One that I’ve been dying to ask her since the first time I saw her naked.

I lean to my side, and she moves further down the bed until we lie facing each other. In a move meant to not scare her off and still holding our hands close, I trace the outline of the puckered skin. She jerks, as if my touch tickles her, and I pull down my lips.

I open my mouth, but she puts her finger on my lips to silence me. Disappointment settles in my bones, and a heavy sadness that she doesn’t trust me enough to tell me her story fills my chest.