few minutes and maybe fall asleep for an hour or two. Can you do that, Aidan?”
“If that’s what you want, what you need, of course.” He feathered a kiss across her forehead. “I never stopped wanting you, Elise. That’s a simple fact.”
Her skin tingled from head to toe at the touch of his hand on her cheek and his lips on her forehead, and the sensation increased as she remembered the shuddering pleasure he’d brought her to last night. Today though, would be for him as well. “So where’s the bedroom in this place?”
“Right this way.” He swept her up into his arms and carried her down a short hallway. “Before we start—are you protected? I don’t keep condoms lying around here any more.”
She felt her face warm in a blush. “Yes. After what happened to me before, I quit taking chances. I get shots every three months now.”
At the end of the hallway, he made a small gesture with his fingers and a door swung open, revealing a bedroom similar to the one she’d woken in this morning. She had a glimpse of simple, luxurious furnishings, dark linens and gleaming wood, but that was all in the background as she only had eyes for Aidan.
He walked up to the side of the bed and set her on her feet. With one gesture of his hand, the door swung shut behind them, with another, the curtains on the window across from the bed dropped shut and with a third, a lamp began to glow softly beside the bed, casting a golden illumination over the room.
“My turn,” she said. She leaned down and folded the covers back, toed off her shoes and kicked them away from the bed. With her hands, she reached out and began to unbutton Aidan’s shirt.
“You still wear the same cologne.” She opened another button, revealing his sculpted, hairless chest. “I noticed that last night—this morning. You still smell like cedar and rosemary.”
“And you still smell like cherry blossoms and Elise.” He shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor. Taking the hem of her sweater in both hands, he lifted it over her head. Once it was gone, he brought both hands down onto her shoulders, holding her at arms’ length and studying her as if she were a work of art.
“I can see the changes now. You’re a wee bit fuller here.” He traced a finger along the upper edge of her simple beige cotton bra and trailed it down to the waistband of her jeans that rode right above the curve of her hip. “And here. You’re even more beautiful than you were at twenty-seven.”
“My mother healed the stretch marks.” She wondered if he’d been looking for them. “Along with the scars from the attack—the ones on the outside, anyway. She thought it might cheer me up a bit.”
“We all have scars, leannan. Some more visible than others. And it wouldn’t matter to me if yours showed. You’re still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known.”
“And you’re still the smoothest talker.” She took a step forward and looped her arms around his neck. “Now stop talking and kiss me.” She couldn’t believe she’d gotten so bold.
“As my lady commands.” He bent his head and took her lips in a kiss so passionate, she wanted to climb him like a tree. She opened her mouth to let him in, loving the sweep of his tongue against her lips and cheeks. In the back of her mind, she registered his fumbling with the snap and zipper of her jeans and she wriggled her hips to help him push them down to her ankles before he shucked his own denims as well. He must have pushed his boxers down with them—assuming he’d worn any. She felt his erection like a smoldering brand, pressing against the flesh of her stomach, even as her own body softened in readiness for him. No one had ever made her melt like Aidan could.
She wasn’t sure if he used magic to remove her bra and panties, or if she’d lost track of his hands—she was that caught up in his kiss. The next thing she knew, he was easing her down into the sheets, their mouths still
“If that’s what you want, what you need, of course.” He feathered a kiss across her forehead. “I never stopped wanting you, Elise. That’s a simple fact.”
Her skin tingled from head to toe at the touch of his hand on her cheek and his lips on her forehead, and the sensation increased as she remembered the shuddering pleasure he’d brought her to last night. Today though, would be for him as well. “So where’s the bedroom in this place?”
“Right this way.” He swept her up into his arms and carried her down a short hallway. “Before we start—are you protected? I don’t keep condoms lying around here any more.”
She felt her face warm in a blush. “Yes. After what happened to me before, I quit taking chances. I get shots every three months now.”
At the end of the hallway, he made a small gesture with his fingers and a door swung open, revealing a bedroom similar to the one she’d woken in this morning. She had a glimpse of simple, luxurious furnishings, dark linens and gleaming wood, but that was all in the background as she only had eyes for Aidan.
He walked up to the side of the bed and set her on her feet. With one gesture of his hand, the door swung shut behind them, with another, the curtains on the window across from the bed dropped shut and with a third, a lamp began to glow softly beside the bed, casting a golden illumination over the room.
“My turn,” she said. She leaned down and folded the covers back, toed off her shoes and kicked them away from the bed. With her hands, she reached out and began to unbutton Aidan’s shirt.
“You still wear the same cologne.” She opened another button, revealing his sculpted, hairless chest. “I noticed that last night—this morning. You still smell like cedar and rosemary.”
“And you still smell like cherry blossoms and Elise.” He shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor. Taking the hem of her sweater in both hands, he lifted it over her head. Once it was gone, he brought both hands down onto her shoulders, holding her at arms’ length and studying her as if she were a work of art.
“I can see the changes now. You’re a wee bit fuller here.” He traced a finger along the upper edge of her simple beige cotton bra and trailed it down to the waistband of her jeans that rode right above the curve of her hip. “And here. You’re even more beautiful than you were at twenty-seven.”
“My mother healed the stretch marks.” She wondered if he’d been looking for them. “Along with the scars from the attack—the ones on the outside, anyway. She thought it might cheer me up a bit.”
“We all have scars, leannan. Some more visible than others. And it wouldn’t matter to me if yours showed. You’re still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known.”
“And you’re still the smoothest talker.” She took a step forward and looped her arms around his neck. “Now stop talking and kiss me.” She couldn’t believe she’d gotten so bold.
“As my lady commands.” He bent his head and took her lips in a kiss so passionate, she wanted to climb him like a tree. She opened her mouth to let him in, loving the sweep of his tongue against her lips and cheeks. In the back of her mind, she registered his fumbling with the snap and zipper of her jeans and she wriggled her hips to help him push them down to her ankles before he shucked his own denims as well. He must have pushed his boxers down with them—assuming he’d worn any. She felt his erection like a smoldering brand, pressing against the flesh of her stomach, even as her own body softened in readiness for him. No one had ever made her melt like Aidan could.
She wasn’t sure if he used magic to remove her bra and panties, or if she’d lost track of his hands—she was that caught up in his kiss. The next thing she knew, he was easing her down into the sheets, their mouths still
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