Page 52 of Parting Shot

He lunged at me, and I realized he was not going to let his rage go, wasn’t going to just melt into my arms, so I twisted my head away. This was not the Aaron I remembered; instead, he was a cold, angry lover.

The growl that came out of him was full of frustration as he caught my jaw, his teeth grazing my skin. “Duncan!”

I didn’t look at him, and when he moved to the other side, wanting my mouth, I tipped my head away again.

“Kiss me!” The demand was aggravated and desperate and sounded like fear to me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I soothed him, though still refusing to meet his gaze.

“Duncan!” His voice shook, and I saw I was right. He was terrified. “Look at me!”

When I did, he leaned in, and his teeth closed on my bottom lip. He bit down, the guttural snarl not from the gentle man I knew. Our time apart, which had left me feeling unsettled and ungrounded, had done something darker to Aaron, and now he was frantic to reclaim it.

Everything about him was spoiling for a fight, and it was my place to soothe away the uncertainty in his head that I could hear and see. Wrapping him up tight, I used strength I had never shown him before and crushed him to my chest.

“Duncan!”

“Stop,” I whispered, bending to kiss him. “Let go.”

“That’s what you really want?”

With his arms pinned to his sides, all he could do was tip his head up and meet my gaze.

“Aaron?”

Eyes rimmed in red were locked on mine.

“It’s okay.” I soothed him, grinning as I bent to seal my lips over his.

He pushed up, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I met him eagerly, deepening the kiss so I could taste him.

The first led to another and another, and then he shuddered, and I lifted back just enough, my lips still hovering over his.

“Let it go.”

He exhaled softly, and I released his arms, smiling as he coiled them around my neck.

“You think you know me so well.”

“Yeah,” I growled, rubbing down his sides to the small of his back, and finally, I grabbed hold of his beautiful round ass. When I squeezed tight, he arched into my touch. “I do.”

He nuzzled his face into the side of my neck, and when his tongue ran behind my ear, it was my turn to shiver for him. “I know you too.”

It wasn’t supposed to happen like that—that fast, that hard. No one fell like that. I didn’t believe in love at first sight, first fuck, or first anything. So why did I feel like Aaron Sutter had just been walking around, waiting for me his whole life?

“Aaron, just let me have⁠—”

“Shh.” He quieted me, untangling himself before dropping to his knees.

“You don’t—fuck.”

My cock was not small; a lot of guys gagged while giving me head, but not Aaron. He opened his throat and took me in, swallowing my length, sucking, laving, his face buried in my groin.

My fingers threaded through his thick dirty-blond hair—darker than mine, more golden. I was pale in comparison to the bronze of his skin, all of me not the rich color he was. The contrasts between us were beautiful, and I noticed and relished them, savoring the feel of his mouth, his skin, and how I controlled him as he sucked my dick.

He traced over the muscles in my thighs, rising higher until his hands were on my ass, squeezing tight.

“Aaron,” I huffed, forcing his head back, breaking the suction so I could gaze down into his eyes, “I wanna do this in my bed. I’ve been hoping.” And I had, along with waiting. It was why there had been nobody else. I wasn’t ready to give up on the idea of him and me, no matter what I said out loud.