Page 104 of Aaron's Patience

He moved closer. “Of what?”

“You’ll push me away again.” I sighed. “I know you, Aaron. Alicia showing up at my apartment surprised you, but you used it. You used it because we were getting too close andyougot scared.” I gave a humorless laugh. “Stupid as it might be, I could’ve forgiven you for Alicia. I loved you beyond reason. But you used her showing up and your work to push me away. I-I can’t go through that again.”

He cupped my face. “I won’t…I can’t put you through that again. You, Kyle, and Kennedy are my reason for living. I almost lost you once. I don’t make the same mistakes twice.”

I lowered my head, shaking it. He’d never lost me. Not even close. Dumb as it may be, my heart was always right there with him. Waiting for him. My head rose, when he lifted my left hand, placing it over his heart, the same location where he’d had my name tattooed. I swallowed, my vision blurring a little from the tears. He stepped closer, pressing my back into the wall behind me.

“Say it.” His voice was low, laced with steel.

My entire body began to vibrate with need.

His hand tightened around mine and he pressed closer. “Say it.”

My nipples hardened, and moisture saturated my panties. “I love you,” I whispered. Aaron wouldn’t stand for that wimpy decree. My head lifted to meet his gaze, his hand under my chin.

“Louder,” he growled, lips nearly touching mine.

“I love you!” I shouted with all the anger, fear, and love I held in my body, filling those three words. Because this man drove me crazy!

A sound began deep at the back of his throat. His lips were on mine in a nanosecond, demanding I open for him. The hand that had been under my chin moved to my throat, his thumb lining the column of my neck, possessively. My pussy ached with need. I needed him inside of me so badly, I hurt for it. Aaron obviously felt the same way, once again, ruining another item of my clothing, by tearing at it to free it from my body. The poor chiffon material never stood a chance against Aaron’s big hand pulling and manipulating it away from my skin. Before I knew it, I stood before him completely nude. He stepped back, removing the jacket of his tuxedo, but keeping his eyes trained on me.

“Touch yourself,” he instructed.

I worried my bottom lip.

“Now!” he growled.

My hands shot up to my painful nipples, pinching and plucking at them, while my head lolled back against the wall as the sensations moved through my body. Raising my head, I saw he was now stripped down to his briefs, a silk scarf in his hand. My belly jumped in anticipation.

“Turn around.”

I hesitated but when he angled his head at me, I did his bidding.

“Close your eyes.”

I shivered due to his warm breath scraping the skin of my shoulder. As soon as my eyes were closed, he covered them with the silk scarf, tying it behind my head, securely. I pressed my hands against the wall, anticipating his next move. My breathing increased, and his large hands came up, cupping my breasts and massaging them none too gently. My head fell back again, this time against his muscled chest.

I whispered his name and his hand moved to my throat once more. I felt his bare cock press against my ass.

“Why did it take you so long to say three little words?” His voice was right next to my ear, angry.

I didn’t say anything.

His hold around my neck tightened, not dangerously, but it definitely heightened the eroticism.

“Y-you know why,” I answered just above a whisper this time. “Ouch!” I jumped when the first smack against my ass occurred.

“Say it again!” he ordered.

I shook my head. “No!”

“Dammit!” I yelled when two more smacks landed across my ass. My backside stung from the palm of his hands but my pussy grew wetter and wetter, seeping down the tops of my inner thighs.

“Say it again or you won’t sit for a fucking month!” he growled, causing my nipples to harden even more, painfully so. More than the anger, I heard the need in his voice. He needed the words just as badly as I needed him.

“I love you,” I responded to his need. “Ahhhh!” I yelled when he sank inside of me, from the back all the way to the hilt.

“Again!” he growled.