Page 66 of Love with a Notorious Rake

Oh, hell. “Put what in you?” he teased, his voice husky.

“Your…cock. Isn’t that what men call it?”

“Indeed.” Once on his knees before her, he unfastened his trousers and pulled out his stiff and aching prick. Giving it a few strokes, Aidan kept his gaze firm on hers, for she watched him, licking her lips. He spread her legs wider. Grasping his shaft, he teased her wet entrance with its swollen head.

Cristyn moaned.

“Next time we are alone, I want you to show me how you touch yourself. How you make yourself come,” he growled.

“Only if you do the same for me.”

That sensual demand broke the last of any control he had managed to keep. He pushed into her. Cristyn’s eyes widened as he seated himself. She was wonderfully, gloriously tight, and it caused spasms of desire to tear through his body. He stayed still, savoring the feel of how well they fit together. How right this felt. He caught her gaze. “Are you fine? Any pain? Shall I continue?” Please. Please.

Her breath came in shallow pants, matching his. “A slight pinch, but I’m more than fine. Oh, how I love the way you fill me.”

“Whenever we do this, please, tell me what you’re feeling. Demand what you want. I will give it all to you.” Including my heart.

“Then show me how notorious you are.”

“My sweet Cris, I cannot show you all that in one night. But I would love nothing more than to teach you all I’ve learned.” He paused. “How unbearably conceited of me. But I do want to share this knowledge with only you.”

Aidan pulled out almost all the way, then plunged back in, making her gasp.

“More.”

“More it is.” Aidan started slow, building to rapid strokes, all the while encouraging her to raise her hips and meet his thrusts. Then he lifted one of her legs, tilting her enough that his swift thrusts stimulated her clitoris.

Cristyn moaned. “Yes, there. Oh, God.”

All those faceless women he’d had dalliances with since the age of fifteen faded. He leaned forward, rocking back and forth, lost in complete and utter bliss.

Aidan was close, for he could feel that familiar pressure building in his ballocks. Taking his thumb, he pressed on her clit, rubbing vigorously. He wanted her to come first. Give her pleasure before his. “Come for me, Cris. Cry out.”

She writhed and moaned louder. How passionate she was. Absolutely beautiful.

As soon as she shouted his name and trembled as her peak hit her, he pulled out and spilled on the bedding. Clenching his teeth, every cord in his neck strained as his entire body wracked with shudders. It went on for several minutes, as this climax was one of his most intense—ever.

How could he let this beautiful woman leave his side? He had fallen for her, and the emotions were as confounding as they were astounding. Aidan had no idea how to proceed; this was all new to him.

Tumbling down onto the bed by her side, he pulled her in close. After several moments, and once their breathing regulated, he asked, “Have I hurt you?”

“That depends,” she murmured, “on what you decide you want from me.”

Ah. And therein lay the heart of it all.

Chapter 19

Aidan kissed her forehead, but said nothing. Damn it all, he couldn’t commit to anything until this situation at the mill was settled, or at least addressed. He should give her the courtesy of telling her that much. The fact she actually loved him held him in thrall; he was still completely shocked over her heartfelt declaration.

All he knew was he’d had sex on more occasions than he cared to remember, but this was the first time he had ever made love. It made him yearn for more: unhurried exploration, mutual oral pleasure, and experimentation with the dozens of sexual positions he’d learned through the years. How he longed to make that connection again, the one that moved beyond the physical. The joining of hearts. And souls. For his blackened soul felt—lighter. It could have been his imagination, but Aidan wished to see if Cristyn was the one woman who would bring light into the dark corners of his soul. Hell, she already had—but he wanted more.

She stirred. “I must go. Mrs. Trubshaw locks the door by nine, and the sun is setting.”

They sat upright. “This is not a sordid affair,” Aidan stated. “I’ve had enough of them to tell the difference. But I must complete my…mission here, before I am able to tackle what is happening between us.” Aidan grasped her chin and tilted it upward until she met his gaze. “There is something quite profound between us, my angel. And I swear to you, we will be discussing it. Do you regret what happened?”

Cristyn gave him a tremulous smile. “Not at all. It exceeded my expectations.”

“Thank God. I promise it will only improve. We have much to discover.” He kissed her on the tip of the nose. If he kissed her on the lips, he would be tempted to keep her in his bed the rest of the night—and all of tomorrow. “I will escort you to Mrs. Trubshaw’s.”