She shifted away, lifting her head. A tear slid down her cheek as she stared at him, lips parted. “No. You’re supposed to understand. You’re supposed to let me go.”
“I’ll never let you go. I’ll always choose you.”
“Aiden, I won’t deny you—”
He stole her words with his mouth and kissed her.
Chapter Fifteen
His lips brushed over hers in a gentle, sweeping caress that made Charlie’s heart turn over in her chest as he swallowed her objections. The kiss was raw and open and full of honesty.
She wanted Aiden to have the whole world. His greatest desires.
Not to choose her over having the family he wanted.
Aiden dragged his mouth across her cheek, slid his hands into her hair. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Charlie.” He planted kisses along her throat to where her pulse pounded. “Let me love you.” He nipped at the thundering beat in her neck. “Let me love you.” The words sank into her, healing some gaping wound, and he repeated it like a mantra.
A demand.
A call from his soul to hers.
One she could no longer ignore, no longer refuse. Need unfurled inside her. A deep ache entangled with a much deeper longing to be with him in every way. To be his.
Warmth blossomed low in her belly, radiating through her.
His mouth turned insistent. Hungry. The kiss was long and wild. She glided her hands down his broad back and skimmed up again, taking his shirt with them. Her deft fingers undid the button on his jeans and lowered his zipper.
In a blink, he was off the bed, on his feet, and he made quick work of getting his jeans and boxer briefs off, tossing them to the floor.
Her jaw went slack at the sight of Aiden in all his naked glory. She’d never tire of seeing him, touching him, kissing this beautiful man, who, beyond reason and despite her numerous flaws, still loved her, wanted her.
Sitting up, she reached for him. He dropped back to the bed and shifted her onto his lap as he sat so she straddled him. She let her towel fall to the side, baring herself to his ardent gaze. He cupped her breast, thumbing the stiff peak as he watched her with a smoldering intensity.
Moaning under his touch, she took the hard, thick length of him in her hand. “I’ve wanted this for so long. To make love to you,” she said, rocking against him. Dampness flooded the space between her legs, anticipation racing under her skin.
“You have no idea. I’ve wanted you since the day we met.” His hand slid over her ribs, down her belly and lower to the apex of her thighs. “Knew we were inevitable.” He groaned as he stroked between her folds, making her slick with desire.
As if he’d been studying her, preparing for this moment, he teased with expert fingers, used just the right amount of pressure, which sent an exquisite jolt of pleasure that left her throbbing with need for him.
The inevitability of their commingling, this communion shook her to the core.
Dropping his head to her breast, he sucked hard at a nipple, driving her crazy.
“Aiden.” She made a tortured sound of pleading that she’d never imagined possible.
“Patience. You’ve rushed in the past with others,” he said, proving once again how well he knew her. “Not with me. Not the first time, anyway. I need to savor this. You.”
“Don’t you want to devour me?”
“I intend to. Slowly. For hours.” He kissed her with such fierce tenderness that a colony of butterflies took flight inside her on wings of fire.
She’d never been so aroused, so eager, felt so connected to another person.
Charlie didn’t think he could get her any more excited or ready, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. Exercising inhuman willpower, he made good on his promise. Savored her slowly. He explored every inch of her body from her scalp to the soles of her feet. Licked, tasted, nibbled and sucked, taking her to the brink with his clever tongue, only to deny her the ultimate gratification. Layered pleasure, letting it build and tighten, finally giving her a blinding climax with his head nuzzled between her thighs and his mouth on her.
Screaming his name, she shattered with the most uninhibited release of her life. Sensation thrummed along every nerve. But this wasn’t her, wild and begging, writhing and loud.
Two could play the teasing game. It wasn’t until she took him in her mouth and gifted him with a similar torture that he tossed her onto her back, flattening her against the mattress, and fully covered her in a motion of unparalleled grace.