The Awakening Aidan - By Abby Niles Page 0,46

material, she fumbled around for a button, then smiled as she remembered.

No buttons. She’d popped every one of them off in a fit of passion—a passion she’d never felt for another man, and possibly never would again. Scary thought.

She overlapped the edges of the shirt and held it closed by crossing her arms over her chest. Typically she’d just let it hang open, but she wasn’t sure of Rafael’s schedule and the last thing she wanted to do was shock the lovable older man with a peep show.

As she started to tiptoe out of the room, she spotted a discarded condom wrapper lying by the bed that had missed the wastebasket beside the nightstand. She picked it up and tossed it in.

Aidan had surprised her with that.

They’d both lost their heads on the deck and hadn’t used one. A definite slippery slope that neither of them could afford to walk on. She’d been prepared to tell him that, but he’d beaten her to it by apologizing and swearing it wouldn’t happen again. And it hadn’t. The sounds of ripping foil had been as constant as her pleas for more.

Thankfully the oops wouldn’t result in anything more than an oops. She was too close to the end of her cycle to stress over getting pregnant. To top it off, Aidan had assured her that she wasn’t fertile, that her scent wasn’t marred by the slight acidic smell of ovulation. She’d known he’d wanted to relieve any undue stress, and it had helped having him confirm her assumptions. If a pregnancy occurred…she didn’t even want to think about how overbearing Aidan would become. The unnatural willpower he used to keep the Drall contained would most certainly snap.

But Aidan was in control, and she had nothing to worry about. At least she hoped not.

She padded out of the room and into the kitchen, then chuckled.

So much for making Aidan breakfast in bed. Rafael had beaten her to it. Against the far wall was a buffet loaded with an assortment of breakfast foods, ranging from buttery croissants, to muffins, to sausage, eggs, and bacon.

She had no idea what Aidan liked, so she picked up a plate and started putting one of everything on it. She had just added a silver dollar pancake when, from behind her, Aidan asked, “Whatcha doing?”

Sighing, she closed her eyes. Guess she wasn’t going to get to kiss her way down his chest. Bummer.

Jaylin turned around with the plate held in front of her, trying to ignore the enticing naked skin only a few feet away. He’d slipped on a pair of maroon boxer briefs. The tight material hugged him so that every manly ridge of his well-endowed package was displayed for her viewing pleasure. Swallowing, she shifted as warmth spread through her belly. “Bringing you breakfast in bed.”

His gaze was nowhere near the food, but much lower. The warmth intensified to all-out fire, and she was very aware of how the shirt had fallen open in front, revealing her from between her beasts to the apex of her thighs with only a plate in between.

A growl permeated the air before he stalked over to her, grabbed the dish, tossed it on the table and whirled her around. Hands roamed over her body, pinching, kneading…oh, yes, rubbing, all while he walked her forward until her body made contact with the wall. Her head fell back against his chest as Aidan, once again, made her body become a puddle of desire, allowing him anything.

The now-familiar sound of ripping foil hit her ears before he slowly pushed inside her. Jaylin reached behind her, sliding her palm across his hip and down over his ass, wanting to at least touch him, but Aidan grabbed her hands in both of his and placed them flat against the wall.

“Keep them there,” he demanded as he gripped her hips, keeping her still as he drove up—over and over. She leaned her cheek against the wood, breath stuttering out with each forceful thrust until her body was a taut rope of arousal.

“Aidan, please,” she breathed out.

Again, fingers probed the folds between her thighs and she widened her legs, giving him better access to the throbbing that needed the most attention. When he touched her, she cried out, simply relieved to have the ache massaged, knowing release was soon within her grasp.

The added friction against her clit combined with the powerful, even thrusts of his cock sent her straight over the edge and she came apart, her fingers