semiprivate elevator.
Her cheeks were adorably red, and Skye was flustered as she shot me an admonishing look.
But she was still smiling.
And we both laughed once we were free of the elevator and back in the penthouse.
CHAPTER 21
SKYE
“They could have seen you on your knees and under my dress,” I told him as he locked the door of our suite behind us.
I was trying desperately to be serious.
However, I knew I’d given myself away by laughing through what should have been a reprimand. But I couldn’t help myself. Honestly, I knew that Aiden would never expose me to anyone. Still, he’d cut it pretty damn close.
Aiden had accomplished one thing, though. He’d taken away all of the nervousness of revealing my changed body to him. And now all I wanted was to get him naked.
God, I needed him so desperately that I could hardly stand it.
Heat had flooded my pussy when he’d lifted my dress. Not that I hadn’t been ogling him all night, and thinking about both of us being naked, hot, and entwined.
I’d just been slightly apprehensive about revealing my body. It wasn’t the body of an eighteen-year-old anymore.
I’d been through childbirth, which had taken its toll.
He pinned me against the wall, his big body heated against mine. “Why didn’t you tell me you were wearing almost nothing under that dress? Your ass is bare.”
I wasn’t really into thong panties. But . . . “I wore them for you. You didn’t have to know until it was time for you to find out.”
“Good thing I didn’t know,” he rumbled. “We never would have left this damn room.”
There was no comment about my changed body. While it was hard to believe that my scars actually turned him on, I didn’t think he was bothered by them, either. He seemed even more obsessed with my sexy underwear.
He buried his face in my hair. “Jesus, you smell so damn good. Like strawberries.”
I smiled. “It’s just a body spray. I’m not really into heavy perfume.”
“It’s sexy as hell,” he growled as he pulled back to look at me. “Everything about you makes me crazy, Skye.”
I could feel how aroused he was when he ground his hips against my pelvis. “I want you, Aiden. So badly that I can’t stand it,” I told him honestly as I met his gaze.
I wasn’t going to hide the way I felt anymore. I was just as needy as he was . . . Maybe more. “I need to feel you. I need you to fuck me.”
His eyes erupted with molten heat. “You need me to make you come,” he stated.
I nodded jerkily. “Please. I feel like it’s been forever.”
He buried his hands in my hair, and then lowered his head, his mouth covering mine with a force that I welcomed.
There was nothing subtle about my attraction to Aiden.
It had always been all-consuming.
I moaned against his lips, savoring the feel and the taste of his marauding embrace.
I was panting as he finally pulled back and then dropped to his knees.
“You’ve already seen the scars,” I whimpered. “Please.”
I was more than ready to beg him to fuck me. I needed him inside me.
My body trembled as I squirmed when his tongue started tracing my scars again, but I jumped as one powerful jerk divested me of my panties.
I nearly went up in flames as I realized that he planned on putting his mouth somewhere else, and he wasn’t shy as he dived into my slick pussy.
The first touch of his tongue probing at my slit sent me reeling, and I let out a moan of pleasure that I’d never heard come from my lips before.
This was new.
It was foreign.
And it was so damn hot that I felt swept away to another place, another time.
It was a promise he’d never had the time to realize.
He’d always talked about how much he wanted to taste me, years ago, but our couplings had been quick and basic, from necessity.
My ex-husband had been nothing but brutal, and his face had never gotten anywhere near that area of my anatomy.
But Aiden was there now, and apparently loving every minute of it.
I parted my legs a little more to give him better access.
And when he finally buried his face completely into my quivering pussy, I literally screamed because the pleasure was so intense.
He tasted me like a man who had been deprived of sustenance way too long. Like he was famished, and I was his only source to feed on.
“Oh, God. Aiden,” I groaned.
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