One Naughty Night2 by Laurel McKee Page B

just sent them to me,” she said.
    Aidan shook his head, and in a sudden flash of movement, he was across the room and pressed against her.
    Lily gasped at the sensation of his hard body sliding over hers, and she tried to whirl away. But he held her in place, his prisoner, with his palms to the door above her head, his knee between her thighs. He didn’t even touch her, not skin to skin, but his heat wrapped all around her and held her faster than any chains.
    “Fuck it all, Lily,” he growled, and she startled at the sound of the crudeness in his brandy-smooth voice. “Do you know how crazy you make me?”
    “Aidan…” She couldn’t stop shaking. She pressed her palms to his chest, trying to push him away, to escape. Somehow instead she found herself twisting her fingers into the slippery coolness of his satin waistcoat and tugging him closer. The lace of her gloves rasped over the smoothness, and she could feel the ripple of his muscles underneath. The pounding of his heart echoed her own.
    He lowered his face into the curve of her shoulder, and she felt his open mouth on her neck. His warm breath on her skin, the scrape of his teeth. She made
him
crazy? She felt ready to be sent to Bedlam just from his touch.
    He bit down lightly, and she cried out. Her hands convulsed on his waistcoat, twisting it tighter.
    “Why can’t I stay away from you?” he whispered as his open mouth slid over her ear, pressing a kiss to the pulse pounding at her temple. One of his hands slid into her hair, his fingers combing through the strands to scatter her pins and combs until it tumbled over her shoulders.
    His caress tightened, and he pulled her hair back, the tug of it just on the dark border between pain and pleasure, until her throat was bared to him.
    “Why do you hide from me?” he said, his voice filled with torment. He closed his teeth on the vulnerable hollow of her throat, and Lily arched her body into his.
    She wasn’t hiding from him now. It was as if his rough touch, the rawness of his need, ripped open something inside of her, and all the fear and uncertainty of the last few days, the desire she had tried so hard to suppress, broke free and flew out into the world.
    She couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t remember; she could only feel. Feel what Aidan was doing to her, how he made all her senses flare into a burning life she didn’t even know existed. The fear was still there, but she pushed it away.
    Aidan’s mouth took hers, and as his tongue plunged inside, she could taste the darkness of him, the lust, the primitive need that drove away everything else. She felt the hidden shadows of his soul that called out to hers.
    They both hid from the world in their own ways. But now, for this one fleeting moment, they were free together.
    Not breaking their hungry kiss, Aidan pulled her heavy silk skirts up to her waist, the soft fabric and stiff net of her petticoats foaming around them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on to him tightly.
    “Why do women wear so damned many clothes?” he muttered against her lips.
    Lily gasped when his fingers suddenly closed on the soft muslin of her drawers and ripped them apart at the seam.
    He pinched the soft curve at the top of her thigh, and the sensation of pain/pleasure shot through her core. Shearched her hips into him, her bare sex rubbing at his erection behind his trousers. It slid over the sensitive little bundle of nerves inside her, making her clench, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
    Still holding her against him with one hand, Aidan slid the other between her legs as he kissed her shoulder, the curve of her breast. Her nipple puckered and pebbled, aching as it pressed to her corset.
    “Aidan,” she cried as he slid one long finger into her damp folds. He pressed deeper with a delicious burning friction, exploring her, stretching her, until he could press in another finger. His thumb brushed over that spot, and she almost sobbed with pleasure.
    “So