Page 61 of Score Her Heart

“It hasn’t been months.”

“Not the point, Fiona,” he growled.

Mmm, I loved that growly alpha-male shit.

“Oh. Well, you can make it up to me now,” I whispered into his ear.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

I gripped the back of his neck hard, digging my fingernails roughly into his skin. “I want you to touch me, please.”

“Where?” he asked huskily.

“Everywhere,” I breathed.

In a split-second, he stood, and I had my legs wrapped around his waist. We kissed like that while he slowly backed us into the bedroom. I loved the way he could lift me up like it was nothing. He tossed me on the bed and frantically started undoing his tie. I ripped my t-shirt off and was unbuttoning my jeans while he slowly undid the buttons on his crisp dress shirt. I slid my jeans down my thighs, but my mouth watered watching him reveal the hard planes of his chest with each button. I glared up at him because he was doing that on purpose.

“Stop being a tease!”

He went slower on the last button with a wicked grin. He gestured to his six-pack. “You thirsty for this bod, sweetheart?”

“Baby! Get over here and fuck my brains out!”

He laughed and finally pulled the shirt off his body and dropped it to the floor. I was too eager for this, arousal pooling low in my belly. I unclasped my bra and kicked my panties off, then leaned back on the bed, naked and ready for him. I watched him hungrily undo his belt buckle and kick his pants onto the floor. Damn, he was fucking hot. I ran my thumb over my bottom lip as the boxers fell too.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he joked.

“Get over here,” I urged.

“Happy wife, happy life,” he muttered and stretched out on his side next to me.

His hand ran down my cheek and cupped my face pulling me towards him in another urgent kiss. I moaned while his other hand trailed down my chest, and he rolled one of my nipples in between his fingers. I felt both nipples get hard at his touch. He moved away from my mouth and kissed my neck, my chest, and finally rolled the hard bud of one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and closed my eyes while he used his tongue and his hands on my breasts. I was getting so into it that I kind of forgot he was actually here, and I wasn’t daydreaming. My hand slipped down between my legs to touch myself.

“God, that’s so hot,” he breathed onto my chest. “Love watching you touch yourself. But let me do it.”

My eyes flew open, and I felt the blush on my face.

He smirked at me before he took my hand and slowly sucked my finger. “Mmm,” he moaned. “I love tasting you.”

Before I could respond, he slipped a finger inside me and pumped into me slowly. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he said before he planted another kiss on my lips. “I love thinking about you touching yourself in our bed. What do you think about while you do it?”

“You,” I whispered. “I think about what you’re doing right now. Sometimes I use my vibrator.”

“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he breathed. “I’m filing that away for when I’m on the road.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He kissed the side of my neck. “I think of you when I’m alone in my hotel room and horny,” he whispered into my ear. “Which is all the time when I’m on the road and away from you.”

I gasped when another finger pumped inside me, and I kind of lost the ability to speak for a little bit as he fingered me and sucked one of my tits simultaneously. It put me over the edge when his thumb touched my clit at the same time.

“Fuck, Aaron,” I whined. I needed his hard cock pumping inside my pussy right now. I didn’t want his fucking fingers; I wanted the real deal.

“Fuck yeah. Love hearing my name on your lips,” he growled at me.

“Baby…I need you inside me, like yesterday,” I urged.

I fumbled around behind me in the drawer of the bedside table for a condom. I handed the package to him and hungrily watched him roll it onto his swelling erection. He reached into the drawer for the lube, and I watched as he slid it across his cock, pumping it in his hand a few times. He slowly entered me, giving me time to adjust to the feel of him. He was being too gentle; I wanted him to slam into me and be aggressive. I was starting to get into it when he stopped suddenly.