Spark (28 page)

Every so often, Aidan runs his free hand from my knee to the hem of my skirt, creating a barrage of goose bumps over my skin. Then I start on him. Resting my hand on his leg, I move it closer up his jeans, swirling my fingers over his thigh, making sure I
don’t
brush him there.

We pull up in the driveway to a rendered, bone-coloured townhouse, with a dark grey tin-roof. The gardens are minimalistic, with various native grasses and plants. Using a remote, Aidan opens the double garage. The Ute roars into the garage, and he turns off the ignition. The door closes, and we sit quietly in semi-darkness.

“Here we are,” Aidan says, his tongue darting out, wetting his lips.

“Yes, here we are,” I reply, mirroring his deep voice.

Aidan opens the car door first, and I get out, right next to his motorbike. I run my hand along the seat.

“Get on,” he says, smiling.

“In case you didn’t notice, I’m not quite dressed for riding.” I run my hands down my skirt.

Aidan raises an eyebrow. “I’d say you’re dressed perfect, now, get on.” His wicked grin returns.
Okay, if you insist.

I put one foot on the side peg, and throw my other leg over. As I sit, my legs spread wide over the seat, my skirt rides up. I grip the handlebars tight. It’s been a while.

Close beside me, he leans against my leg, and stares into my eyes. He puts a hand over mine on the handlebar. His other hand moves from my lower back, slowly over the back of my skirt. He tugs on the hem.

“
This
is very short.” He pauses. “I like it.”

I give him a cheeky grin. “I thought you might.” His hand moves under the back of my skirt. He pulls on the G-string.

“Well, looky what we have here,” Aidan says cheekily, reaching his other hand under the front of my skirt.

“Your Valentine’s Day present.” I instinctively move my hands.

“Leave your hands on the handlebars,” he all but orders.

I move them back, curious to know what he’s planning. His eyes lock with mine, holding me in place. He moves his face closer, and his hot breath on my lips has my heart in a fluster.

His long fingers gently brush the front of my panties, and I squirm on the seat. “Mmm,” he says.
He must like his present
. His other hand swirls over my exposed behind. My hands and body frozen, I wait eagerly for his next move.

This is so hot.

He rubs harder through the fine lace, causing me to moan in hope for more. His stubbly cheek grazes my lips, and I lean in and tug at his bottom lip with my teeth. I want to ravish him. With much restraint, I move back and stare into his eyes.
I like this game … very much.

“Take your top off,” he says, his voice deep, laced with desire. I pull it over my head, and throw it away, returning my hands to the handlebars. He smiles as he stares down at my bra.

“Now yours.” I nod my head back.

Withdrawing his touch from between my legs, he slowly removes his shirt. Unable to touch him with my hands, my eyes travel over his firm chest, and linger at the alluring trail below his belly button.
A happy, happy trail.
Knuckles white, my hands grip the bars tighter.

He runs a finger over my bottom lip, which I didn’t realise I was biting. His hand continues the slow journey down my neck, between my breasts, returning underneath my skirt. A bead of sweat runs down my forehead. I’m burning up.
Inside and out.

“From now on, when I ride this, I’m gonna think of you …
exactly
as you are now.” His breathing ragged, like mine, he moves my panties aside and slips in a finger. A loud groan escapes me as we lean in and kiss. Our tongues tangle together as his finger moves in and out at a deliciously slow pace. I’m dripping wet … here on his bike.
Fuck
.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, lost in his kiss and his touch. “Aidan,” I breathe, interrupting our kiss.

“Yeah,” he says, barely breaking away from my lips.

“I want you inside me,” I whisper.

Effortlessly, he lifts me off the bike. As he puts me down, my body slides against his.
Oh God … so hard
. He leans me up against the car, his hands either side of my face as our tongues engage in a fiery dance. I squeeze his arse, pulling him against me.

I don’t know how he’s keeping it together, but I’m a wild bundle of sexual tension, so desperate for release that my body shakes. All that teasing on the way over, with the combination of the summer heat and being on his bike … in his garage. I’d never read anything as hot as this.
I’m living it.

My hands fumble with his belt, and eagerly undo the buttons on the fly of his jeans. Aidan yanks my skirt higher, and pushes me back against the car, the shock of the hot metal on my arse stealing the air from my lungs. I loosen his jeans and pull his boxers down, releasing his hard, twitching cock. Just the sight of him raw and needy like this causes the ache inside me to deepen, and my legs to turn to jelly. Thankfully the car keeps me upright.

My fingers twist in his hair as kisses trail down my breasts, his stubble a harsh yet welcome reminder of my sensitive skin. With a swift twist of the clasp, the bra flings undone, seconds later meeting the floor. With both hands, his fingers run across each collarbone, my chest heaving as I pant.
Come on, already.
He squeezes both breasts, and surprises me by biting a nipple.

“Ahh!” I cry out.

Aidan makes a noise as if he’s trying not to laugh his arse off. I must remember to give him a taste of his own medicine. His nipple will be between my teeth before too long.

“Turn around,” he whispers.

I spin around, craving the warmth of his body against me … even in the peak of summer. Sweeping my long hair off my neck to my opposite shoulder, his stubble skims over the nape of my neck as his hands squeeze both breasts. I lean my head back against his chest, as he tweaks my nipples.
Crazy. He’s making me crazy.

One thing I can
never
criticise Aidan for is lack of foreplay. When this guy does something … goddamn it, he does it right.

Running his sweaty, hard-working hands down my back, he bends me over the bonnet. I position my hands to stop my bare chest touching the surface. Pushing my feet out, he spreads my legs wide. I hear the rip of foil, and he keeps me waiting that little bit longer while he slides on a condom. With one hand he grips my hip, the other tugging the back of my poor excuse for panties aside.
He’s leaving them on
.

Okay, enough foreplay already … you’re slowly and tenderly killing me…

“You ready for me, baby?” he says, his voice hoarse as he positions himself.

“Yes,” I beg.

He enters me completely. I cry out as I feel him deep. He withdraws almost to the tip before driving in again and again—the sweetest form of torture. Torture I’d happily take any day of the week.

“Fuck, you drive me wild,” he grunts out. He slides one hand inside the front of my panties, and rubs me as he continues to move. He’s plunging into me with increasing pace, and I cry out as I climax and fall apart on the bonnet of his car. He drives into me as I come, and digs his fingers into my hips as he joins me on the other side.
Post-coital bliss.

Sinking onto the bonnet, my senses are further assaulted as my nipples meet hot metal. Aidan slumps against my back, his hot breath on my neck.

Fuck me, that was out of control … in the best way possible.

I turn to see his face. A triumphant smile emerges.

“That was … oh my God,” I whisper, shaking my head. We are both completely spent. Not quite ready to move, I lift my chest off the bonnet and lean on my elbows. Aidan wraps his arms tight around my waist, his sweaty chest pressed to my back.

“Yeah.” Aidan takes in a deep breath, and kisses me tenderly between my shoulder blades. “I’ve wanted to bend you over the bonnet of my car and fuck you senseless since the moment I met you.” He stands back, blinding me with a shit-eating grin. He’s pretty pleased with himself. Hell, I’m pretty pleased with him, too.

“Really? Is that so?” I smirk back.

“Especially after the first time we met, when you put on that little show in your running gear, tyin’ up your laces. I nearly spat a mouthful of beer all over your dining table.” The image of Aidan holding his beer mid-air makes me laugh.

“You know, we probably should wash your car.”

“Why?”

“Hello! It’s got my arse, hand and boob prints all over it.”

He lets out a loud laugh as his eyes scan over the bonnet. “Nah, I don’t think so. I wanna see if anyone notices. Consider it a badge of honour, baby.”
Cheeky.

I shake my head, my body jerking with silent laughter. “So, were you planning on showing me the rest of your place?” I ask, placing a hand on my hip.

“Sure.”

“I can’t believe we didn’t even make it out of the garage,” I say as I tug my skirt down, and retrieve my bra from the concrete floor.

“Yeah, how rude of me,” he says, and winks.

I reluctantly pass him his T-shirt. I’d rather him leave it off, enjoying the sight of him with just jeans on.
Mmm
. I search around for my top.

“C’mon. I’ll show you around the
rest
of the place.” He flips his T-shirt over his shoulder.
Good, leave it off
.

“A little help finding my top, please,” I say, my hands on my hips.

“Here it is.” Aidan pulls it from the bike’s foot peg. “How on earth did it get there?” he says sarcastically. He passes it to me, pulling it away before I get the chance to take it. “No, I think I’ll hang onto this. We can’t have you overdressing in this heat.”

“Very funny.” I smirk. Stubbornly, I leave my bra off. I take my bag and turn to walk inside with just my skirt and shoes on. Aidan chuckles.

Aidan walks me through the living areas, and the small sunny courtyard out back. He waves in the direction of a closed door, explaining that it’s Connor’s room.
The absent flatmate.
The house is reasonably neat and tidy, with modern furniture. The colour scheme is neutral throughout, with dark mahogany floorboards in the living areas, and charcoal-coloured carpet in the rest of the house. The cream roman blinds throughout are down, so it’s pretty dark and relatively cool.

The tour finishes in his bedroom. My eyes are instantly drawn to his bed—a low Japanese-style one, made from a beautiful rich dark wood. The bed is made, much to my surprise, with crisp white sheets, and a black comforter. On either side of the bed is a matching low side-table, with a small Japanese-style paper lantern lamp. Is he normally this tidy, or did he make an extra effort for me?

“So this is where the magic happens,” I say as I lie back on the bed, hands behind my head. And yes, still half-naked.

“Yeah, but apparently it happens in the garage, too.” Aidan joins me on the bed, circling his fingers around my nipples. Mmm, the garage was pretty damn magical. “No fun in limiting the magic to one room when we have a whole house to ourselves.”

“I love the bed,” I say, “Where did you get it?”

“I made it.”

“Wow. It’s beautiful.” So talented. Those hands are magic in more ways than one … “You haven’t shown me your shower yet, and I seem to have worked up quite a sweat.” I motion towards his en suite bathroom.

“Mmm, I like the way you think … Let’s shower.” He smiles, and pulls my arms, lifting me off the bed.

****

Finishing up in the bathroom, I slip on a short, black, sheer lace nightie, which hugs me in all the right places. It’s another recent purchase that I’m happy with, and I’m sure Aidan will be, too. I don’t put on any underwear, and smile at my reflection, knowing he’ll approve. I turn off the light and move into the bedroom, dimly lit by a lamp. Lying on his back, with his arms behind his head, the bed sheets barely cover Aidan’s nakedness.
Lucky me
. He regards me intently as I approach the bed, and slip under the sheet beside him.

Aidan sits up on his elbows. “What do you think you’re doing?” Aidan’s voice is serious. I can’t for the life of me read his facial expression.

“What do you mean?”
Have I done something wrong?
I lie on my side, facing him, propped up on one elbow. I search his eyes. He’s so hard to read sometimes.

“There’s a
very
strict dress code around here, and if you’re plannin’ on sleepin’ in
my
bed then you need to follow the rules.” Still sporting his serious face, he moves onto his side, facing me. With his free arm, he runs his finger across my shoulder and tugs the strap down, exposing my breast. His finger circles my nipple, and continues down my sternum to the hem of the dress, moving to my arse cheek. His fingers softly swirl over the fabric, tickling my skin. “As much as this is ravishing, I would much rather it be on my floor than on you. When you’re in bed with me … no clothes.” He raises his eyebrows, and grins wickedly.
Oh, is that all
.

“Well, I would
hate
to break the rules, so you better help me take it off.” I try a stern look, but fail miserably.

“That’s better.” His strong hands take hold of my waist, lifting me so I sit astride him. “I’ll let you get away with it … just this once,” he mutters as he sits up. Glancing up at me, he blinks a few times, looking straight into my eyes.

“Eevie …”

“Uh-huh?” I run my hands through his hair, wondering what on earth he’s thinking.
Probably coming up with a different way to slowly torture me, or deciding which room of the house to do it in next.

His hands slide down my sides. “I … love my present.”

“My pleasure.” I bat my eyelashes.

“Speaking of,” he says, grinning cheekily, “ready for round two?”

“Absolutely.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The following Thursday night, we arrange for drinks with Rob and Crystal at a local pub. I think Rob is having withdrawal symptoms from not seeing Aidan since my birthday. He probably resents me for hogging him. Aidan’s racing schedule is about to get busier with his first round of the competition this weekend, so it might be the last catch-up for a few weeks.