Choking on his cock, I convulse around his finger.
“That’s my perfect good girl,” he growls, thrusting with his hips, driving his cock deeper down my throat. “Swallow every fucking drop as you come for me.”
Blind with pleasure, helplessly jerking, I sob around his erection and do as I’m told.
He praises me with words I hear but don’t understand. I’m somewhere far off, hurtling through space, my mind ablaze with fireworks, my body utterly beyond my control.
I’m a stranger to myself at this moment. Someone with no limits and no worries, a woman at once perfectly at peace yet completely astonished by her actions.
He’s pulled a string I didn’t know I had hidden inside and unraveled me from the inside out.
Then he flips me onto my back, tosses my ankles up over his shoulders, shoves his still-hard cock inside me, and unravels me all over again.
20
Later, I lie beside him, my head resting on his chest, my leg thrown over his, my body boneless. I’m a bowl of jiggly Jell-O, quaking and spent.
I’ve never felt so alive.
Gazing up at the ceiling, Aidan murmurs, “Need to ask you a question. And I need you to be honest when you answer.”
I wait silently. He didn’t give me permission to speak, and I’m still not really clear how and when all these rules of his apply, so I stay on the safe side and say nothing.
His chest rises and falls with a deep breath. “What are the chances of you getting back together with your husband?”
A sudden sharp jab of pain stabs me beneath my sternum. I squeeze my eyes shut against it. “Zero.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you still wearing your wedding ring?”
I think about it for a moment. “I don’t really know. Habit, I suppose. Does it bother you?”
“Yes and no.”
He doesn’t explain himself further. I get the sense he’s waiting for me to say something, but I can’t be sure. “May I please ask a question?”
He murmurs, “Sweet bunny. You can always ask me anything.”
“Really?”
“Why do you sound surprised?”
“Because I’m not sure when we’re doing the permission thing and when we aren’t, and I don’t want to get into trouble.” I add more softly, “Or displease you.”
His groan is low. Pulling me closer, he kisses the top of my head.
“Kayla,” he whispers. “Everything about you pleases me.”
Snuggling closer to him, I smile. “You can see my problem though, right? I mean, I don’t have any experience with this kind of thing.”
He rolls me onto my back and lifts up to an elbow, staring down at me with blazing intent.
“Me neither.”
I laugh right into his face. “That’s a total lie!”
“I wasn’t talking about sex.”
My laughter dies. Confused, I gaze up at him with knitted brows. “Then what are you talking about?”
He flattens his hand over my chest, right above my heart.
“This. Us. You and me. How it’s so easy. How it’s so simple. How it just feels right. But you’re still wearing your wedding ring, and you don’t feel comfortable kissing me in your house, and that tells me everything I need to know about where your head’s at. And I get it, I really do. Your whole life has been turned upside down. It’s understandable that you’re not ready for this.
“But I gotta be honest. I won’t be a rebound. I won’t be the guy you distract yourself with for a while to make yourself feel better, then walk away from when you do. So I think I should cut my losses now before I get my heart shredded because I can already tell you’re gonna wreck me if this goes on much longer and you leave.”
That knocks the breath out of me. I lie there staring up at him with wide eyes and a pounding heart, shocked by his honesty.
When I pull myself together, I discover to my surprise that I’m really freaking mad.
I say firmly, “No.”
Dark eyes burning, he stares at me. His silence makes me even angrier.
“You don’t get to decide how this is going to go before it’s even gone anywhere, Aidan. I understand not wanting to be a rebound, but you could just say, ‘Hey, we’ll take it slow,’ or ‘Let’s talk about your expectations here,’ but instead, you unilaterally decide you’re breaking up with me? Before we’re even officially an item? Fuck that. That’s not how this works. You can boss me around in bed all you want, but when it comes to making decisions about our relationship, we’re doing that shit together. I refuse to be a one-night stand.”