Entangled (The Accidental Billionaires #2) - J. S. Scott Page 0,37
frowned. “You look upset.”
“I’m not. I just don’t get naked with people,” I snapped at him.
“If we get married, we’re going to see each other naked,” he said patiently.
Even though we’d had a child together, Aiden and I hadn’t really seen each other nude. Our encounters were usually fast, and in a place where completely taking our clothes off wasn’t an option.
“W-we aren’t getting married,” I stammered. “I told you I don’t want to get married.”
Aiden moved quickly across the small space between us. “Skye? You looked scared. Take a breath. It’s just me. I’m not going to hurt you.”
My fear was crushing me. I knew I was overreacting, but I couldn’t help the anxiety that was rising to the surface.
“Come here,” he said gently as he wrapped his arms around me. “You’re shaking, baby.”
Aiden didn’t know that any sexual act that had happened to me over the last nine years had been rape. Yeah, some people might say a husband couldn’t rape a wife, but none of them had ever been brutalized by a man who was more animal than human.
The arms holding me now were warmly familiar.
This is Aiden. He’d never hurt me.
Without letting me go, he took the lounge seat in the hot tub and rested my body on top of his. I straddled him, which made me feel safer, and I began to calm as he stroked a big hand over and over up and down my back.
“What was all that about?” he said huskily beside my ear.
“Bad memories,” I said in a tremulous voice.
“You know I’d cut off my arm before I hurt you, right?” he asked.
I nodded against his shoulder. “I know that. But sometimes I get flashbacks. I was treated for PTSD after I filed for divorce. It’s never quite gone away.”
“Shit, Skye!” he rasped. “I didn’t know. What can I do to help?”
“Have sex with me,” I pleaded. “Make me have memories that are good again.”
I hadn’t meant to request that he fuck me, but it seemed like the only way I’d ever get some of the horrible images out of my head.
“Fuck knows I want that more than I want almost anything,” he said gutturally. “But not like this. Never like this. Not when you’re afraid of me.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“Look at me, Skye,” he demanded.
I pulled back and met his eyes. They were dark, deep blue, and filled with heat.
“See me. Not him.”
I nodded slowly, the tension leaving my body. “I do.”
“Kiss me,” he requested. “Please.”
My heart skittered as I leaned closer, and I felt the heat of his breath on my lips.
He was asking, giving me control. And I wanted to sink into Aiden more than I wanted to be afraid.
I opened my mouth and let my lips touch his. Instinct took it from there.
He didn’t make any quick movements. He just kissed me back, our lips and mouths sliding against each other’s sensually.
Finally, I speared my hands into his wet hair and just held on as he took control.
His breathing was heavy as his mouth slid down the wet skin of my neck. “Jesus, Skye! I want to touch you, but I don’t want to do the wrong thing.”
My senses were full of Aiden now, and there was no room for anything or anyone else. “Touch me,” I said with a tiny moan. “Please.”
He reached between our bodies greedily, and I backed up to give him space.
I gasped when he cupped my breasts and teased the nipples with his thumbs. “Yes,” I hissed as I sat back on his legs, and he sat up.
My entire body ached with tension, but I wasn’t scared.
There wasn’t a single moment that I could doubt who was making my body come alive. Only Aiden had ever been able to work me up like this.
I arched my back as Aiden took a nipple between his lips and nipped. As his tongue stroked over the hard peak, white heat raged over my body.
I nearly exploded right then.
“I ache, Aiden. So bad,” I said as I shivered.
“I know how to make it go away,” he said persuasively.
“Do it.”
His hand slid down my body, and I drew in a sharp breath as his fingers stroked over my pussy.
“Yes. Yes, please,” I whined.
I needed Aiden to touch me, to make the pain of longing go away.
He probed and found my clit, and every touch made the pressure rise.
“Ride me, Skye,” he said roughly. “Take what you need.”