Page 83 of Love with a Notorious Rake

Cristyn laughed, and once they stood they frantically removed their clothes. Aidan assisted her in removing the pins from her hair. As she reached for the waistband of his trousers, he halted her. “I had better lock the door. We’re going to be at this all night. You will stay with me?”

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Aidan waited for her answer. My God, he’d told a woman he loved her, a declaration he had sworn he would never make. But the events of the past couple of days made his muddled emotions shift into clearer and sharper focus. Speaking with Delaney helped to truly place the past behind him, and speaking of it to Cristyn, telling her of truths long kept secret, also gave him the courage to own his feelings.

He needed time to show her how much he loved her, to taste every inch of her skin, lick and nibble every sensitive part of her body. To allow her to explore him the same way. She stood before him in a thin chemise, her nipples hard, begging for him to suckle them. Her glorious raven hair hung past her shoulders in thick, glossy waves.

“Yes. All night,” she replied.

Aidan ran his fingers under the straps, pushing the chemise down until it pooled at her feet. Seeing her naked caused his heart to hitch in his chest. “You are stunning,” he murmured reverently. He strode to the door and locked it. Then he unbuttoned the fall of his trousers, pushed them and his smalls to the floor, and kicked them aside.

“You’re stunning as well,” she whispered.

They were in each other’s arms, skin to skin, kissing as Aidan walked them to the bed. He laid her flat, her legs dangling over the side. Then he hit his knees before her. Cristyn leaned up on her elbows, looking at him quizzically.

“I’m going to taste you.” Draping her shapely legs over his shoulders, he gave her a wicked grin. Running his fingers along her slit, he moaned at the wetness that coated them. He ran his tongue along her folds and Cristyn shuddered, a soft whimper escaping her lips. “Do you like it? Do you wish me to continue?” he asked, his voice laced with desire.

She tunneled a hand through his hair. “Yes. Taste me.”

Aidan didn’t need to be told twice. Over the years, he had become quite skilled in giving women oral pleasure. He put all he’d learned to good use and had Cristyn writhing and moaning. Flicking his tongue across her clitoris caused her to cry out, then tremble with her swift and sudden release. “Oh, my.”

“Indeed.”

With a sigh, she sat up and cupped his cheek. “How wicked. May I do the same to you?”

Aidan rubbed his cheek against her palm. “Do what, exactly?”

“Put my mouth on your cock?”

He groaned, for he loved that she was not the least bit shy at speaking in succinct erotic terms. “Absolutely.” He lay flat on the bed. “Explore whatever part you like.”

Cristyn sat by his side, trailing the tips of her fingers along his arms and down his chest, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “You are recovering well,” she murmured. “More delineated muscle, and the extra few pounds show that your health is returning in full vigor.”

“Thank you, nurse.”

She grasped his painfully hard prick, giving him a couple of quick strokes. A ragged groan tore from his throat. Cristyn lay on top of him and began kissing and stroking his chest, moving slowly downward, his anticipation sparking. When she encased the head of his cock with her sweet, hot mouth, he nearly came off the bed. Gripping the blankets, he surrendered, allowing the sensations of her unpracticed motions to send him soaring. He couldn’t recall any of his past sexual encounters—this beautiful woman had erased them. And he was glad.

He gently caressed a lock of her hair. “Enough, my love.”

Cristyn no sooner sat back when his climax tore through him. “Jesus. Hell,” he moaned.

“Will there be more?”

Never, ever would he tire of this glorious woman. “Insatiable minx. Later. Over by the basin, bring me a cloth, if you please.”

Completely unconcerned that she was naked, Cristyn strode to the basin, wet the cloth, and returned. As he reached for it, she gently swatted his hand aside. “I will clean you.”

Once she had, they lay on their sides, and he held her close. They rested for close to thirty minutes. Having her in his arms caused him to harden. He lifted her leg and rested it on his hip. Then he entered her, and, with slow deliberation, made love to her. They reached their peaks at near the same moment, and he took care not to spill inside her. Pulling her once again into his arms, they fell asleep.

Aidan awoke and lit the oil lamp by the bed. Hours must have passed, for they had awakened, made love once again, and slept some more. Rubbing his tired eyes, he glanced at the clock on the wall. Cristyn stirred and cuddled closer to him.

“What’s the time?” she murmured.

“After midnight. Today is my birthday. Correction: mine and Riordan’s birthday. Happy birthday, Brother.”

She caressed his chest. “Happy birthday, my love.”

“It’s one of the best, with you here in my arms.” He kissed her forehead.