Chapters (43)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Author's Note
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also from the author
“I know,” he says, as if what I just said made sense to him. Maybe his brain is as messed up as mine right now.
With the stealth of a panther, Aaron gets back up, kissing back up my body until his lips land on mine. Our tongues tangle slowly as one of his hand moves to my breast, which he cups over my bra.
I want it off.
Wriggling on the bed, I unclasp it with one hand as I continue kissing him. The moment it’s off, Aaron fingers start playing with my nipples, making me even wetter. I want him. All of him.
While his mouth moves down to suck on one nipple, I start to undo his belt, all the while humming at the sensation. When I finally get the belt off, I unbutton his pants and pull them down his knees. He helps me by taking them off completely, leaving him clad in only his boxer briefs, his erection obvious.
“You want this?” he says, an air of confidence in his voice.
I nod, my hands getting clammy no matter how much I’m trying to will my mind to relax. It’s okay if I’m not the best he’s ever had. This is Aaron—he won’t mind. Plus, it can’t be that hard, now, can it? And I’ll learn. I’ll make it good for him the next time. If he wants a next time.
Sitting up, I tug his black briefs down, freeing his length. Licking my lips, I try to keep my face neutral and not freak out at the size of him.
I must do a bad job at it because, with a smirk, Aaron says, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”
He turns to grab a condom from his wallet, then puts it on his length. When he’s done, I pull back so he has space to climb onto the bed.
The sight of him on all fours as he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen is…something.
“I think you might be the death of me,” he says as he spreads my thighs open, two of his fingers dipping inside me. I moan, then grab his shoulders so he can get closer.
“You sure you want this?” he says once he’s settled between my legs.
“Very sure,” I say.
His gaze holds mine, and for a moment, it’s like we’re the only two people in this world, and the earth rotates for us. Then he kisses me, all the while positioning himself with his hand.
And then he’s inside me.