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“I’m not really that hungry.”

“
Aidan,
” I growl, narrowing my eyes.

“You know you’re killin’ me, right?”

“I’m sure you’ll survive,” I whisper.

He huffs as he reluctantly rises off me, and pulls my arm to follow. His smile doesn’t leave his face.

****

After a light lunch, and plenty more conversation, we dawdle back from the shops, with wine and food for tonight. Aidan holds my hand every chance he gets—even if it means carrying more bags in his other hand.

After unpacking the shopping, we sit out on the balcony, and enjoy a few glasses of crisp sauvignon blanc with some ice cubes to keep it cold. Music flows out to us from the lounge room as the sun sets.
Perfect end to a perfect day.

The refreshing cool breeze carries the smells of summer—freshly cut grass, and the threat of a late thunderstorm to cool things down. We nibble on an assortment of cheeses, crackers and antipasto, which will serve as dinner. I slump back in my chair, my feet resting on Aidan’s thigh as his fingers stroke up and down my calves. One of my favourite songs, “Feel the Love” by Rudimental is playing, and I can’t help but sing along, hoping Aidan can’t hear too much of my singing voice.

Aidan stands over me, his shadow falling on me. “Okay, Eevie. Enough is enough,” Aidan all but growls, his voice low. Before I can open my mouth to speak, he sweeps me up and puts me over his shoulder. I squeal with delight as he carries me towards my bedroom. A flood of excitement runs through me, enlivening every part of my body. I’ve been imagining this moment, dreamt about it, and I’ve been delusional thinking we’d be able to keep our hands off each other any longer. I get to touch
every
inch of him. And, fuck. I’m gonna let him touch
every
inch of me.

He’s right.

Enough is enough.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Aidan throws me down in the middle of the bed. My arms fall above my head, my sundress revealing my panties. My first instinct is to cover up, but instead I leave my arms up, draw my feet closer to my body, moving my legs together to block his view. The mattress moves as Aidan’s knees lean against the bed, his chest expanding in excited gasps. I wonder if carrying me has got him breathing so hard, or if it’s the anticipation of what we are about to do. Mmm, I think the latter.

“So, what do you mean by e
nough is enough
?” I tease.

Aidan’s body stills. In an attempt to provoke him into action I slowly part my knees, staring at him intently. His eyes widen, and he practically rips off his T-shirt. My heart beats faster at the sight of all that delectable bare skin. He pushes my knees apart, settling his hips between them. I wrap my legs around him, needing him close, in every way.

“Enough talk¸” he groans and slams his mouth into mine, his tongue relentless.
Wild.
The deep ache inside me intensifies, dampening my panties for what feels like the hundredth time since yesterday. Aidan groans deep in his throat as I suck and bite his bottom lip, and tighten my legs around him, rubbing against the hard length beneath his shorts. Aidan moves on his side and lifts my leg onto his hip, running his calloused palm from my knee to my arse, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“
Oh God,”
I whimper
.
My head spins, but I know it’s not the alcohol.

I’m drunk on Aidan.

And this is totally happening.

My fingers tangle in his hair, holding his mouth to mine. In no time, we are panting from the intensity of our kissing, our bodies eager for release after what feels like an eternity of teasing and tension.

“Never wanted someone so bad before … never … felt like this,” he whispers and stares into my eyes, his hard chest expanding against my tender breasts.

Wow, honesty. I love it.

“Me too … I didn’t think I could,” I reply shyly. As the words leave my mouth I realise just how true they are. The hunger and heat for Aidan running through my blood is beyond what I ever imagined … or read about.

Aidan rolls onto his back, pulling me on top. I sit astride him, his erection hard between my legs, right where I want him ….
right where I need him.
He runs his hands up my thighs, hooking his thumbs under my panties. The small callouses on his palms bring my sensitive skin to life as they sweep over my behind. I run my hands down his chest, over his erect nipples, teasing him as my fingers glide down his stomach. When I reach the waistband of his shorts, his stomach muscles tense under my touch. I run my fingers along the edge of material, and slowly undo the button, not taking my eyes from his.

Aidan opens his mouth, as if he’s about to say something, but instead runs his tongue over his bottom lip.
Tease
. He sits bolt upright, lifting my dress over my head and tosses it aside, my skin relishing in its newfound freedom. Heat creeps across my chest as I gaze down at him.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Aidan says, dotting kisses around my neck and between my breasts, stopping to bite down on my nipple through my bra.

“Take it off,” I whisper into his ear.

With a rumble in his throat, he slides each bra strap off my shoulder, the sudden restraint and soft touch of his fingers along my collarbone causing me to squirm in his lap.
Now I know what he meant when he said I was killing him.
Don’t make me beg, Aidan.

With a slight tug he releases my bra, and I yank it away as if it were on fire. I catch the glint in his eyes, seeing more of the whites of them than ever before. I grab his hands and put them on my breasts, making sure he knows what I want. What I desperately want.

Aidan exhales as he squeezes them almost too hard, but I succumb to the pleasure of it, tilting my head back. He tweaks my nipples in between his fingers, then devours them one by one with that magical mouth. I want to groan so fucking loudly, but I don’t want to make an idiot of myself … I don’t want him to stop. Ever.

He flips me onto my back, his full weight on me once more. “Just … beautiful,” he says in my ear.

My head is swirling, and I can’t speak. His mouth is stealing breath from my lips. I slip my hands under the loose waistband of his shorts and squeeze his arse like I’ve imagined too many times to count. His skin is smooth as silk, but underneath, he’s muscular, and as hard as a rock.
Heaven.

“Off,” I mutter in between kisses, tugging his shorts. His hot mouth skims down my neck, continuing down to my stomach, his hands following where the kisses have been. I flinch as he firmly trails a finger between my legs and kisses me,
there
, through the fine, wet lace. He moves back and stands, his gaze holding me captive.

What? Don’t stop!

Suddenly starved of oxygen, I pant like a maniac.

Aidan grins wickedly as he slowly pulls down the fly on his shorts. I sit up and greedily pull them to the floor. His black boxer briefs, which fit so snugly, now look more like a tent. I stand up and push down his boxers until they fall the rest of the way on their own. Aidan stands gloriously naked in front of me.

Christ on a fucking cracker
.

I’ve died.

I’m dead.

My hungry eyes devour every inch of his muscular body and his arousal. He mumbles something as I take him in my hand, relishing how hard he is, but yet how smooth and how soft. I move my hand leisurely up and down his length as my lips and tongue graze his chest, tasting the saltiness of his skin. The commanding spiced-scent of his cologne, on top of everything else, has my knees wanting to buckle. Our movements mirror the slow sensual beat of the music, still coming from the lounge room, as we explore each other for the first time.

“
Damn
,” Aidan whispers as he slides my panties down to my knees, and they fall to the floor. I lay back on the bed, the silky comforter beneath me a cool caress against my bare skin. Aidan lies next to me, his hot erection firmly against my hip.
This is it.

He kisses me softly, his hands savouring me as they trail down my breasts and across my stomach. His fingers slide over my swollen clit, spreading the wetness he created.
Fuck
. Our kissing becomes heavier, and my breath hitches in my throat as he rubs up and down, bringing me closer to the edge. I moan in appreciation of his magic hands, but cry out as one of his long fingers enters me, my inner muscles so tight against him.

“Fuck,” he all but growls, as he strokes deep inside me. “I want in, Eevie. I wanna feel you so bad, but only if you want this,” Aidan breathes with a hint of concern as his hand works me that much deeper in to a lust-fuelled frenzy.

Yes this is what I want … what I’ve been waiting for.
My heart and my head both agree this time. I’m about to have everything I ever wanted, with a beautiful, funny, caring man that gets my blood boiling with desire from a look, or a simple touch. It’s what I’d always hoped for, but until yesterday it was a fantasy out of reach.

I nod my head. “I want this … I want you,” I whisper as his touch continues. Closer still to release, I breathe heavier.

Aidan puts a condom on and hovers over me, his knees between my legs. He moves my legs further apart, laying his chest on mine.

“Aidan, I … I haven’t …”

He gives me a knowing smile.
He knows
.

“I promise I’ll be gentle … just relax,” he says quietly, his eyes locking with mine as he enters me gently, just a short way.

I cry out louder than before, grateful no one else is home to hear me. Aidan withdraws, and then pushes in deeper. His movements, albeit slow, tear me as he moves carefully deeper inside. I close my eyes and bite down on my bottom lip to silence myself from crying out, and that hurts just as much as it does down there. It’s a strange mix of pleasure and pain, my body trying to understand which is which.

“Are you okay?” Aidan asks, searching my face as he continues to move gently, brushing my hair from my forehead.

I give him a reassuring nod. He genuinely cares … and it makes me want him all the more. I suck his bottom lip, and kiss him with determination, my tongue tangling with his as my hands sweep through his hair.

Aidan drives in deep. The rhythm of his hips grows faster.

I whimper into his mouth, the energy building between us. My body trembles beneath him, my legs instinctively trying to come together. His ice-blue eyes fill with such vulnerability … like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I want to close my eyes, take in every movement, every touch, but I can’t look away … not when he’s letting me in.

“
Oh
…
oh God
,” I mumble softly.

His breathing becomes ragged as his whole body tenses against mine. Aidan moans my name as he pulses deep inside me, as he finds his release. Entranced in his gaze at the peak of his orgasm, he has taken me with him on his journey. Wound-up like a tight coil, I push my hips up to him, not wanting this to stop. His hips still, and he kisses me tenderly on the lips. He buries his head in the crook of my neck, his heart pounding forcefully against my chest.

The intensity of our first time together, as well as my first time ever, was intimate on so many levels that tears well in my eyes … and, with shaky arms, I hold him tight against me, not wanting to let go.

****

In the afterglow, lying beside each other, the world seems different.
My
world is different. The feelings and sensations that Aidan has given me, emotionally and physically, are beyond words. And for a bookworm, I’m usually pretty good with them.

Simply put, I feel
alive
.

On his back, eyes closed, Aidan catches his breath. After a few moments, he opens his eyes and rolls to face me, his fingers slowly running down my sternum. His gentle touch ignites my desire for him all over again.

Now I’ve had a taste … I want more. Although, I need to recover first.

Aidan is wearing nothing but a sexy grin, encouraging me to smile back.
I’m gonna enjoy looking at this
.

“So, how was that?” he asks softly.
Everything I’d ever wanted. Beautiful. Hot. Sexy. The list is growing …

“Amazing, but … kinda painful.” Actually, it hurt like a bitch.

“I’m sure it won’t always be like that … the painful part, anyway. And I promise next time I’ll make you come.”
Oh, my
.

“Okay,” I say, embarrassed. “How was it for you?” I ask shyly.

“Hot.”
I
agree. One of my words …

“It wasn’t weird that I hadn’t done it before?” Dare I ask.

“Nope, if anything it made it better …” He smiles, like he’s holding something back.

“What?” I ask, running my hand over his taut stomach.

“I’ve boldly gone where no man has gone before,” he says and chuckles.

“Oh my God, did you NOT just quote Star Trek,” I tease.

“Yep.” Aidan laughs.

“You’re not a Trekky are you?”

“Fuck no,” he scoffs.

“Well,
that’s
a relief. I’d hate to think I’d just been shagged by one.” I rub my finger across my bottom lip. It stings with the touch. “What did you do to my lip?”

He smiles. “Don’t blame me, that was you.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Ah, towards the end … you had quite a grip on it.”

“Oh.” I smile, and then wince from the soreness. “I guess I had other things on my mind.”

“Yeah, you did.”

After chatting for a while, I need to get up and stretch my weary legs … and clean myself up. “Come on, let’s go save some water together,” I say and giggle.

“Atta girl. I knew you were environmentally responsible. I promise you, once you start, you’ll never wanna shower alone again.”

****

Aidan stands still, and watches me intently as I get in the shower.

“What?” I ask.

He blinks a few times in quick succession, and then joins me under the water. “You,” he says simply.

“What about me?”

He shakes his head and smiles. “You amaze me.”