No Strings__ - By Janelle Denison Page 0,50

only the two of them existed, and nothing else. The need to make this one final night together last as long as possible.

Abruptly, he stood up with her in his arms and carried her back into the hotel room. Next to the bed, he set her down on her feet, still kissing her, his hands sliding around to the nape of her neck to untie the bow holding up the top panels of her halter dress. The fabric fell away, and he immediately filled his hands with her breasts, groaning into her mouth as her nipples puckered tight and hard against his palms.

She moaned, too, her fingers slipping beneath his T-shirt to stroke his bare skin, to skim her thumbs across his own rigid nipples while she nibbled on his bottom lip. He pushed the rest of her dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

More languid kisses and sultry caresses ensued as they finished undressing one another, much too leisurely for his liking. But every time he tried to speed things up a few notches, she deliberately slowed him down, making him excruciatingly aware of the fact that tonight was going to be much, much different than all the other nights before.

It was so unlike Chloe to want to take her time—she who always wanted to be in control, to have the upper hand, who opted for hard and fast over soft and slow and thorough. But as he followed her down onto the bed, donned a condom, then moved over her, he couldn’t help but note the subtle change in the back of his mind and knew exactly what this joining was.

They were making love.

Tonight, there was no hiding behind forbidden fantasies, wild seductions or frenzied, reckless mating. The emotion between them was palpable, and it made him feel raw and exposed. Made his heart feel wide-open and vulnerable.

Fairly certain that he’d fallen in love with her, he swallowed hard and tried to maintain his composure. With her soft, giving body pinned beneath his, the hard length of his cock nestled between her spread thighs and his hands framing her face, he saw the longing in her gaze and knew with absolute certainty that their no strings affair had suddenly become very complicated. Despite the revelation, he lacked the willpower necessary to stop whatever was happening between them, regardless of his own fears and misgivings. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to, because he didn’t know how he was going to live without this, without her in his life.

As if sensing his emotional turmoil, she wrapped her slender legs around his waist and urged his hips forward, distracting him with the slick heat of her desire drenching the sensitive head of his dick.

She arched beneath him, restlessly rubbing her breasts against his chest. “Take me, Aiden,” she whispered.

Temptation and heaven beckoned, and with a long, grinding flex of his hips he slid all the way home...impossibly, deliciously deep. A perfect fit, she clasped him tight, and as he withdrew then pushed back in, those internal muscles contracted and her soft moan became a whimper of need.

He breathed her name before he claimed her mouth, taking the kiss deeper with a purposeful slide of his tongue. His hips began pumping and grinding against hers, filling her, over and over. He took her with mindless greed, with heat and passion and selfish demand, and knew by the way her body strained against the onslaught of his that he was giving her as much pleasure as he was taking.

She turned wild beneath him, her hips rising to meet each of his heavy, driving thrusts. Her hands gripped his muscled back, holding on to him as she started quivering around his cock, the exquisite sensation more than he could bear. The rolling waves of her release milked his shaft, and he could no longer hold back.

His orgasm slammed into him, exploding out of control, and he came so long and hard he saw stars. And in that moment, he surrendered everything to her...possibly even his heart and soul.

10

AIDEN WOKE JUST before five in the morning, still in Chloe’s bed, his body spooning the back of hers and his arm wrapped around her waist. The realization that he was still there when he should have been long gone jolted him to full consciousness.

After their first night together, as if by unspoken agreement, neither one of them had stayed the