Summer Heat (13 page)

“You avoided me,” she
said, not caring that her tone was accusatory.

“Yes, I did. You were
making me crazy.”

When he kissed the spot
where her thighs met her skirt, she jumped. He laughed. Now he was making her
crazy.

“How strong are you,
Lissa?”

“How…what do you mean?”

His hands reached
around and squeezed the top of her thighs, his knuckles brushing against her
rear.

“Did you eat a good
dinner tonight?”

Lightning illuminated
his face, the heat in his eyes like molten lava. “Yes, I ate. Why?”

He moved his hands a
few inches higher and cupped her buttocks, then pressed his face between her
legs, his hot breath searing her. And he hadn’t even removed her skirt yet.

“Because I’m going to love
you all night long. I’m going to make you come, over and over and over again
until you have no strength left.”

“Oh, God.” Her voice
trembled. She was unable to hide her reaction to his sensual promise.

“Are you ready?”

The slow, deliberate
pace he’d set drove her mad. “Yes,” she whimpered.

His laugh was low and
husky. He moved his fingers over her panties and grasped the sides, tugging
them down her thighs. The sensuous contact of silk grazing her legs, coupled
with the gentle scrape of his knuckles along her sensitized skin started her
legs shaking.

After she stepped out
of her panties, she waited for Aidan to pull down her skirt. Instead, he slid
his hands inside and lifted it, then stared at her sex. She shifted under his
scrutiny, never before having had a man examine her so closely.

“You have a beautiful
pussy, Lissa,” he said. “Satiny down of blonde curls, and bare lips. They’re
wet, you know.” He slid his knuckles over her sex.

Melissa quivered at the
intimate contact and spread her legs.

He leaned in and
pressed his lips against her mound, kissing above her clit.

“God, Aidan,” she
rasped.

“You smell like
lavender down here, too. And something sweeter.” He made eye contact with her
and lowered his head. His tongue darted out and he traced the outline around
the distended nub.

Pleasure surged deep in
her core, her juices flowing at the first brush of his tongue against her. She
reached for him and threaded her fingers into his dark, thick hair, needing
some form of balance, especially when he lapped at her folds, then slid his
tongue inside her.

He was relentless in
his desire to pleasure her. Grabbing her ass, he pulled her closer, sucking up
her juices, licking from side to side until she moaned uncontrollably at the
myriad of unfamiliar sensations. Never had she experienced anything like this
intensity.

It had been too
long…no, it had never been this amazing, the storm of electrical pleasures
shooting through her until she couldn’t bear it.

“Oh my God!” she
screamed, feeling the first spasms of orgasm near. “Aidan, I’m going to come.”

“Watch me lick
you, 
cher
,” he commanded, his voice gentle and coaxing. “I want to
see your face when you come all over my tongue.”

The heat was
unbearable, the sensations nearly more than she could handle, but she watched
him. Couldn’t tear her eyes away, in fact. He stroked her pussy lips with slow,
measured strokes of his tongue, alternating sliding his tongue inside her, then
wrapping his mouth around her clit and tugging.

Lightning outside
caught her attention, and the skies lit up as the force of her orgasm stunned
her.

“I’m coming!” she
cried, and he flicked his tongue quickly over her clit as the first waves shot
through her.

Instead of letting her
go, he grabbed her hips and held on. She thrust against him, needing his tongue
against her, inside her, as wave after wave of torrential fire rained down over
her.

She shuddered and tried
to catch her breath, but Aidan was relentless. He sucked the distended bud and
licked her pussy, lapping up her juices until she was ready again, already
feeling the pounding need resurface.

This wasn’t going to do
at all. She wanted him inside her, didn’t want to come again without feeling
him pulsing deep within, stroking her, flying off the cliff right along with
her.

“Aidan, no,” she
panted. “Wait. Not yet. I want…”

Too late, the fury
surrounded her. She moaned through the next orgasm, struggling for breath,
fighting for sanity, the nearly blinding storm outside becoming a part of her,
the sensations battering at her until she fell back against the sofa,
completely exhausted.

Aidan stood and pulled
her into his arms, their faces so close she could see the dark desire nearly
obliterating his amber orbs. She leaned in and licked his lips, tasting her
juices on him.

“Yes, 
cher
,
you taste sweet, like a hot, sweet, summer storm.”

A shiver skittered up
her spine, his voice flowing over her like August heat. The storm had grown
more fierce, as if minute by minute it was building more power. And yet she
felt safe cradled in Aidan’s arms, knowing no harm would come to her as long as
he held her.

He stepped between her
outstretched legs and rocked his hard-on between them. She knew she soaked his
jeans with her juices, but he didn’t seem to care. The mere action of his
motions against her aching mound had her ready again, wanting him, needing him
inside her.

“Aidan, please,” she
whimpered as he rained kisses along her jaw and neck.

He pulled back. “Please
what, Lissa?”

“I want you to make
love to me.”

His eyes narrowed. “Are
you ready?”

“Yes. Now.”

“Good. I can’t wait any
longer.” He swept her up in his arms and carried her down the darkened hallway.

Melissa’s heart pounded
against Aidan’s chest as he effortlessly carried her down the hall. Using his
foot, he nudged open a door and entered a room too swathed in darkness to see.

Until lightning struck
outside, casting a daylight brightness from the two windows on either side of a
large bed. Then the shroud of night fell again.

He gently deposited her
on the mattress. She heard him moving around the room, opening drawers. The
sudden flicker of a match illuminated his face. He glanced over and smiled at
her, then lit several candles, bathing the room in a golden glow.

His bedroom. And a
magnificent one. She sat upon a tall four-poster bed of mahogany, intricate
patterns carved into the ornate headboard. A thick down comforter in shades of
brown and gold covered the bed.

The most incredible
thing in the bedroom was the man who stood at the footboard watching her, his
gaze like a hypnotist intent on mesmerizing his subject.

Too late. She couldn’t
tear her eyes away from him. How could it seem as if she’d waited an eternity
for this moment, when they’d only known each other a week?

Was she so desperate
for sex that she’d become obsessed with having Aidan? Or was there more between
them—a deeper connection that she was too afraid to face?

No. It wasn’t that. Her
desire for Aidan was physical, and that was all.

“Tell me what you’re
thinking,” he said, his voice deepening with every word.

She’d never tell him
what had just sailed through her mind. “I’m thinking how happy I am to be in
your bed, to be getting ready to do what I’ve been wanting to do since I met
you.”

The brilliance of his
smile flashed in the low lit room. “And what might that be, 
cher
?”

“You. Me. Naked.
Fucking.” She almost said 
making love
 again, but she’d let
that phrase slip out earlier and was afraid he’d read too much in to it. She
didn’t want to do or say anything to spoil the moment.

His husky chuckle sent
spirals of need swirling through her. He approached the side of the bed and she
rose up on her knees so they could face each other.

“I’ve been dying to get
your hair down. You’ve been teasing me with it all week.” He laced his fingers
through her hair and massaged her scalp. Tingling excitement rolled down her
spine.

“I love your hands on
me, Aidan.”

“And my mouth too, I
think.”

Remembering the feel of
his mouth on her pussy had desire tightening its hold on her again. She reached
for him and tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans. Funny, it
hadn’t occurred to her before that she’d been intimately exposed to him in the
living room, while he’d remained fully clothed.

That had to stop now.
She slid her fingers underneath his shirt. Soft down over his lower belly
greeted her questing hands. Further up, the hairs were thicker, crisper. She
searched for his nipples and found them, flicking her thumbs over the nubs.
They stood erect instantly and he sucked in a breath.

“I like when you touch
me, Lissa.”

She pulled his shirt
off and wound her arms around him. This wasn’t happening fast enough. She
wanted them both naked and tangled together. Right now.

Then again, she could
take days to study the planes and angles of his body. Both hard and smooth, his
lean muscles rippled under her touch. When she moved to the button on his jeans
he pulled her hand away.

“Not yet.”

She gazed up at him.
Why would he stop her now?

He smiled. “I want your
chest naked, too. I want to see your beautiful breasts.”

Her nipples tightened,
anticipating his touch. Aidan pulled the shirt over her head and cast it to the
side, staring at her breasts the same way he had studied her pussy.

He reached out and
circled her breasts with his index fingers, his lips curling into a wicked
smile. She sighed in pure delight when his thumbs grazed over the nipples, and
they tightened into hard peaks. When he tugged and rolled them between his
thumb and index finger, sparks of pleasure shot between her legs. She arched
against him, begging for more.

With a wicked smile, he
bent forward and captured a nipple between his lips. Melissa jerked against him
and moaned as he sucked the bud, nibbling lightly with his teeth. Sweet pangs
of pleasure shot from her breasts to between her legs, and she reached down to massage
the ache.

Aidan pulled her hand
away. “You’ve touched it enough. Your pussy is mine tonight.”

Her panting echoed in
her ears. Between the rain outside and the rumbling thunder, she couldn’t tell
who made the most noise—the storm or her. Anxiety and the need for release pent
up inside her. She needed a pouring rain of orgasms to release the tension.

“You will, 
cher
.
Very soon, you will.”

If her mind hadn’t been
so muddled with passion, she might have stopped and asked him how he could
respond to her when she hadn’t spoken the words aloud. But right now there was
only Aidan—his touch, the way he squeezed her breasts gently to fit more in his
mouth, the way his lips tugged the sensitive nubs until she wanted to scream,
the way her juices flowed, calling to him, desperate to have him inside her.

Then he pulled her
toward him until her glistening breasts mingled with the hairs on his chest.
The crisp curls tormented her nipples further until she couldn’t help but brush
them against him.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned.
“I like that.”

His hands splayed
across her back and lower, cupping her buttocks and drawing her ever nearer.
When her pussy brushed against the rock-hard shaft in his jeans, she threw her
head back and nearly wept from the frustration.

“You want it, Lissa?”

It took effort to find
the breath to answer. “You know I do, dammit. Give it to me, Aidan.”

His low chuckle flamed
her senses. “Oh I’ll be giving it to you, 
cher
. I’ll give plenty to
you. But I’m enjoying this side of you. This hot, passionate, give-it-to-me-now
Melissa that I haven’t seen before.”

She would not beg. She
simply wouldn’t. “Aidan, please.”

Maybe she would.

With a triumphant smile
he stepped back. She sat on her heels and watched as he popped the button of
his jeans, revealing a dark line of hair that she wanted to trail with her
tongue. There was nothing sexier than a bare-chested man with open jeans.

And he wore no
underwear. She trembled, her anticipation high, her resolve to wait patiently
nearly killing her.

He drew the zipper down
and pushed his jeans to the floor, giving her a view of his magnificent body.

She’d never seen him
completely naked before, and she wasn’t disappointed. Broad shoulders and a
sculpted chest led her to believe he spent a lot of time doing physical
activity, unusual for a businessman His waist and hips were lean and his thighs
were well muscled. Not like a bodybuilder, more athletic. The man simply had a
gorgeous physique.

And a huge cock. She’d
never had one that big and wondered again if it would fit inside her, whether
it would hurt. Then again she wanted it so bad, craved him so much, she already
instinctively knew she could take him all in.

Her next shuddering
breath caught in her throat when he took his long shaft into his hands and
stroked it from tip to balls and back again. His gaze never left hers as he
touched himself, drawing the engorged head of his penis between his fingers and
squeezing until a few drops of silken liquid beaded on the tip.

Ignoring his earlier
command she reached down and lifted her skirt, sliding her fingers between the
swollen folds of her pussy. When she sank her fingers inside and moaned, the
thunder outside grew more ominous, louder, crashing against the walls of the
house like an earthquake. The ferocity of the elements only made her passions
rise higher.

Aidan’s gaze focused
between her legs as he watched her fuck herself. He stroked his shaft in time
to her plunging fingers. If he didn’t hurry she was going to make herself come.

“Do it,” he whispered,
squeezing his cock. “Make yourself come for me. I want to watch.”

She didn’t want to come
now, and yet she did. The pulsating agony inside was too much to bear and she
needed release right now. But she so wanted him inside her when it happened.

He laughed, the sound
rich and velvety in the darkness. “I’ll make you come again, Lissa. Again and
again and again. I warned you I wasn’t going to be gentle with you tonight. Now
do it.”

The sight of his penis
sliding roughly and quickly between his fingers sent her over the edge. She lifted
her hips and thrust her fingers faster inside her dampened folds.

“Fuck, that’s hot,
baby. Do it for me.”

She let out a long,
shuddering gasp as she climaxed, the contractions deep inside her holding her
fingers in place. She held still and rode it out, watching Aidan stroke more
quickly. When the quakes subsided, she pulled out her fingers and focused on
him, waiting for him to jettison his come all over her.

But he didn’t.
Releasing the hold on his cock he strode to the side of the bed, grabbed her hand
and sucked her come-moistened fingers into his mouth, licking her juices.

“Oh, God,” she
whispered, ready yet again for another round. She’d never been like this, never
needed release over and over until she’d begged for it.

And still, he hadn’t
even fucked her.

Aidan yanked her skirt
down and dragged it off, then climbed up on the bed, pulling her to a kneeling
position.

They faced each other,
and he worshiped her with his eyes. They flamed as they took her in and swept
back up to her face. He leaned in and ground his lips against hers. She met his
mouth with a wildness of her own, eager for this magical coupling to begin.

But then he surprised
her by gentling the kiss, lightly nibbling and licking her lips and tongue.

His kiss was so
achingly tender it brought tears to her eyes. She fought them back, refusing to
give in to the emotion. Focusing on the sensations of his mouth against hers,
she vowed to simply feel the pleasure of Aidan’s touch.

She slid her hand
across his taut stomach, the muscles jumping against her palm when it crept
lower, seeing and finding the thatch of hair above his penis. She swore she
could feel his erection vibrating.

Then again, the very
air shimmered around her in a way she would normally consider eerie and
unsettling. Yet with Aidan, the uncanny was swept away in the pure delight of
being close to him.

Her fingers hovered
near his penis and she waited, wanting to give him a little of what she’d just
experienced—the utter frustration of wanting something and not getting it.

But Aidan was more
forceful. He grasped her wrist and pulled her hand down, twining his fingers
with hers. Then he placed both their hands over his rigid cock. “Touch me,” he
whispered, his warm, wine-scented breath caressing her cheek.

His shaft was on fire,
a blistering heat searing her hand and coursing through her veins. She trembled
deep within her core as Aidan’s body wove a magical spell over her.

Slowly, she stroked
him, her fingers memorizing every vein, every ridge, every silken inch of his
cock. His guttural groans made her fly with a desire she’d never felt before.

Aidan pressed her back
onto the bed and loomed over her. His facial features tightened as if he
struggled for control. A wild storm brewed just under the surface of the
carefully held tension.

Melissa reached up and
cupped his cheek, feeling the sheen of perspiration moistening his face.

Wait. It wasn’t
perspiration. A light mist fell in his bedroom, wetting everything with tiny
drops of cooling liquid.

And for some reason it
didn’t shock her in the least.

“You have magic inside
you,” she said, not sure how she knew it, only that she’d finally realized that
something about Aidan went beyond an ordinary man.

He stilled over her,
then smiled, “I’m about to slip some magic inside 
you
.”

“I hope so.” Her
curiosity about the uncanny moisture pouring down momentarily forgotten, she
reached for him, pulling him on top of her. She needed to feel his weight, his
strength, fully against her. He flicked his tongue over her lips, then coaxed
her mouth open and slid his tongue deep inside, heating her blood.

“I want to be inside
you,” Aidan murmured against her lips. “Now.”

“Yes.” She opened her
legs and he shifted, the head of his penis probing against the moist folds of
her pussy.

“Look at me, Lissa. I
want to see your eyes when I drive my cock inside you.”

He took another taste
of her lips and leaned back. She grasped his biceps, his muscles bunched with
effort. His eyes met hers and lightning scorched the room as he slid partially
inside her.