deepening the kiss, urging her to hurry. She pulled back an inch. “Now who’s impatient?”
“Make me yours, woman.”
Her soft laugh brushed over his lips. “Gladly.”
She kissed him again before working her way down his throat, over his chest, to tease his nipples, then moved farther down. The first lap of her tongue rolling around the tip of his cock had him tensing and closing his eyes on a groan. The beast didn’t roar forward, didn’t ruin this moment, as it was completely content with Jaylin’s current now running through his body.
Aidan relaxed against the pillows, reaching down to massage the back of her head as she took him completely into her mouth. Just being able to allow her this caused emotion to tighten his chest. This was the way it was supposed to be—her loving his body whenever she wanted and him being able to enjoy it.
Her movement became faster, more demanding, and soon a hand joined the up and down motion of her mouth. Fisting a hand in her hair, he became aware of nothing but the sleek pull of her mouth, the tightening in his balls, the small noises she made.
His breathing increased. “Now, baby, ride me now.”
In an instant, she’d straddled his hips, her wet center welcoming him home as she slowly guided him in. Aidan watched in awe as desire made her eyelids heavy as she moved on him, soft gasps puffed from her slightly parted lips. The light bounce of her breasts pushed him over the edge, and right before he exploded, he yelled, “Now.”
Jaylin swooped down and bit the top of one shoulder. Aidan bucked up, clenching his eyes closed as his blood sizzled, spiraling like a vortex to the area above his heart, filling it to capacity. The barrier breached and flooded his insides with heat. Her happiness overcame him, sweeping him away until he was aware of nothing but her, and he could live in this moment forever.
As she bit his other shoulder, the barrage calmed, flowed steadily, serene, peaceful. The Fewshon was complete. They now shared a bond, shared each other’s emotions—as one.
He slowly opened his eyes. Jaylin had ceased moving, her hand pressed against her chest, a stunned look on her face. Her gaze met his, and tears swam in her eyes and a startled laugh came out of her mouth. “My God, I can feel you.”
“Didn’t you know?”
“Of course I knew. But hearing about it and feeling it are so different. Aidan, you’re everywhere.”
From her tone he couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “And that makes you feel…?”
Another laugh and she blinked. “Loved. Completely.”
He reached for her then, bringing her to his side. “You are loved.”
She touched his face. “As are you.”
She was his. They were each other’s.
For eternity.
Acknowledgments
Thanks to Liz Pelletier for your no-holds-barred revision letter that made me hack my baby to pieces before slowly putting it back together. And even though it felt like I was sawing off a limb as I cut the club scene from the book, doing so did make the story so much stronger. Yes, I said it. You were right. I will never doubt again. Thank you.
To Guillian Helm for your awesome guidance as we worked together to whip this book into something publishable. Your help and knowledge has been invaluable.
To my publicist, Morgan. Girl, you have no idea how much I appreciate you!
To my roommate, Heather and her gaggle of children. The last two years would’ve been impossible without you. Good friends stick together through the tough times, and boy, the two of us have had more than our fair share of tough times. I’m thankful to have you. Love you, hon.
To Scott, and his kids. Boy, you had no idea what you were in for when you guys moved in, huh? You’ve adjusted well. Thanks for being a real trooper when I’m under deadline. It didn’t take you long to realize the easiest way to deal with me during those times is to avoid eye contact and just keep moving along when I walk into a room.
And last, but certainly not least, to my babies. Thank you for being the two sweet faces I need see when doubt rears its ugly head. You two keep me anchored, keep me motivated and give me the strength to face every obstacle thrown in my path. Everything I do…I do for you. My biggest hope is when you become adults and you look back on your childhood, you can say, “Momma never let anything stop her, and I’ll never let anything stop me.” Dream big, my babies. The world is yours. I love you.
About the Author
Abby Niles has always loved to read. After having twins and becoming a stay-at-home mom, she started doodling stories to keep her sanity. She didn’t plan for writing to become an obsession, but it did. Today, she juggles work, home life, and writing. It’s not always easy, but hey, who said life was easy?
When Abby’s not writing, you can find her playing “Just Dance” with her kids or trying to catch up on her never-ending to-be-read list. She also loves Zumba, and refuses to admit she looks more like Animal doing his Muppet flail than a sensual Latin dancer.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Acknowledgments
About the Author