Sinful Ever After - Vivian Wood Page 0,62

deep inside of me that I never even knew was there.

Burying my fingers in the short hair at his nape, I gasp as he impatiently plucks at my tank top where it’s tucked into my skirt. He rucks the shirt up and I raise my arms to help him get it off over my head.

He groans, looking at me. Aiden’s arms encircle me, feeling for the zipper to my skirt. “It’s not enough, Olive. I want you naked, wet, and ready for me,” he grits out.

His gaze is direct and scorching. He is a ravenous fire, threatening to burn me alive. And I am the kindling, stacked and ready, welcoming his spark to my dry tinder. We are so very close to combusting.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, helping him find the hidden zipper to my skirt. “I need you, Aiden.”

His fingers undo the zipper, ripping the garment in his hurry to get me naked. At the same time, I pull up his shirt, exposing his abs and then his chest. He stops and tears his shirt over his head, pressing his kiss down on me like he’s drowning and I’m the only oxygen in the world.

I work at the zipper on his jeans, undoing it and then sliding my hands around to his ass. I slip my hands down the strong muscles I find there, pulling him against my body again. He shucks my skirt down my legs as I slip his jeans down his hips, pushing up on my tiptoes to kiss him again. Our tongues dance for several beats.

He frames my breasts with his touch, then slips one of his hands down my ribs, down my belly, to the fine thatch of dark hair that grows between my legs. I close my eyes and moan as he probes the folds of my pussy. It’s all I can do not to spread my legs and beg for him to touch me like a bitch in heat.

In the next second though, he nips at my earlobe and takes that away from me.

“Scoot back,” he urges, voice gone to gravel. “Open your legs for me, Olive. Let me see your creamy pussy.”

Dropping my head and moving a couple of inches further back on the bed, I moan as his clever fingers find my clit.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, looking down. He puts a little space between our bodies, urging me onward. “Spread your knees wide for me, honey.”

Feeling a weird combination of shameless and embarrassed, I spread my legs as far as they will go. If anybody else saw me like this, so naked and utterly desperate, I would die. But I look at Aiden and the desire in his expression emboldens me.

I want to be wanton with him, to show him how hungry I am for whatever he will give me. I’ve waited for this my whole life, so I might as well be brazen right now.

Aiden puts two fingers in his mouth, then drops those fingers down to massage my clit. I am not a choir girl, I’ve definitely rubbed my clit before. But when he does it, it feels wholly different. It feels so damned good, like I’m stretching and reaching for something explosive that is just outside of my grasp. He looks deep in my eyes and controls me with his touch, so that I’m spread open and wet, my heart pounding.

He grabs my breast with his newly freed hand, swapping the two. I lean back a little, biting my lip and staring at him like he’s a whole damned meal and I’m starving.

Aiden gets this little smirk on his lips as he looks at me.

“What?” I ask, flushing at his probing gaze.

His smile widens just bit. His fingers dip from my clit to my core, circling and teasing.

“I’m just watching you. Waiting to see you come apart.” He slides one finger into my core, lighting up a whole part of my body that I didn’t even realize felt good.

I shiver against the sensation. “What if I don't?”

God, what if I can’t? I never thought about it, but that is possible.

Now he grins, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. When he speaks, the sound of it reverberates against my flesh. “You will.”

He sinks down to his knees. My thighs tense and my knees start to close, but he tuts at me. “Stop.”

Pulling both hands out to push my knees wide again, Aiden starts kissing the inside of my thigh, making a clear path to my pussy. I squirm as