Page 27 of Clear Shot (Lauderdale Knights #9)

Hana

We close on the house the morning after Aiden gets back from his trip and it’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. Seeing my name on the deed of something so beautiful and expensive is mind-boggling to me, but Aiden insisted on it, and it makes me a little giddy.

“It’s ours!” he says as we pull up after we officially close.

“I can’t believe it!” I admit, practically jumping out of the car.

“Here you go.” He hands me a key. “Why don’t you open the door for the first time, but don’t go inside.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have a plan!” he says. “And a present.”

“A present?” I frown. “But I didn’t get you anything!”

“It’s fine. Go unlock the door and wait for me.”

I squint at him but then do as I’m told since I love surprises and I’m excited anyway.

I unlock the door and stare into the massive foyer, still a little shocked that all of this is ours.

Half-mine. I didn’t do anything to earn this but my wonderful husband seems to think we should share everything.

“Close your eyes,” Aiden calls out.

I do as he asks and wait. I feel him brush past me and frown, wondering why he walked in without me, but then a moment later I feel his arm under my knees and my body goes airborne as he sweeps me up.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes flying open.

“Carrying you over the threshold.”

I’m a goner.

I am absolutely head-over-heels for this guy.

“You’re a romantic, Aiden!”

“Not usually, but I’m trying! Welcome home, baby.”

I wind my arms around his neck and grin. “I love it.”

“And there’s a little surprise waiting for you.” He motions with his head and I see a gift bag on the floor in the middle of our very empty living room.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Go find out.”

He sets me on my feet, and I hurry over to the bag, lifting it excitedly. It’s not heavy but it’s not light, so I can’t imagine what it could be. I tear through the tissue paper and the box in front of me makes my eyes bulge.

“Aiden!”

He gives me a slow, lazy grin. “I want to see you wearing nothing but those shoes about a minute from now.”

My blood heats, and my body goes on high alert.

I open the shoebox and there in front of me are the shoes I lost in the hurricane—my stupidly expensive Christian Louboutin stilettos. Black with a pointy toe and red underneath. I never got a chance to wear the pair I had, but now I can’t wait to put these on.

My gorgeous, thoughtful husband is leaning against the railing of the stairs.

“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house, but you get to pick which one we do it in first.”

I slowly pull my blouse over my head and drop it, my eyes never leaving his.

“I think I need you to bend me over the kitchen counter,” I whisper, sliding my jeans down and wiggling out of them.

“Yeah?” He starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Then where?”

I turn away from him as I unhook my bra and then glance back over my shoulder playfully. “Then you should go down on me on the stairs.”

His eyes gleam as he yanks his shirt off and unzips his slacks. “Where are you going to suck my dick for the first time?”

I turn back to him as slowly as humanly possible and hook my thumbs into the sides of my panties, pausing before beginning to drag them down. “In the pool.”

He must like that answer because his eyes turn to liquid fire. “Put the damn shoes on, Hana.”

I set them on the floor and slide my feet into them, watching as my husband advances on me like a predator about to annihilate his prey—in the very best way possible.

“You are the sexiest woman on the planet,” he growls, yanking me against him.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I tease. “But you’re still wearing clothes.”

“Don’t worry about what I’m wearing—kitchen. Now .”

Fuck, I love when he gets all gritty and bossy.

I sashay toward the kitchen, making sure to swing my hips back and forth as I walk. I know he’s watching, and that gets me worked up all over again.

“Keep that up, we're not going to make it out of this room,” he rumbles.

We barely make it to the middle of the kitchen before he’s on me, kissing and touching, tongue swirling with mine, hands everywhere.

He’s dominant and possessive, strong fingers kneading my skin as we kiss and kiss and kiss some more.

Like two people starved for affection and passion and satisfaction—because we both know we’re going to achieve all of those things in very short order.

The kitchen is bright and well-lit, like most of the house, but I’m barely aware of my surroundings as my husband sends me into arousal overdrive.

It’s always like this when we’re together, but there’s something special about today.

Buying the house, carrying me inside like a bride, replacing the shoes I lost, and that clear, commanding voice telling me what he wants to do to me—and where.

It’s the hottest thing ever.

“Right there,” he whispers, turning me away from him in front of the massive kitchen island. He bends me over the beautiful taj mahal quartzite countertop and pushes my torso down against the cool stone. “Hard or gentle?” he asks, using his hands to squeeze and knead the globes of my ass.

“You choose,” I pant. “I don’t care—I just want you.”

“Oh, you’re going to have me.”

I feel his thick erection at my slick entrance, but he doesn’t penetrate right away. Instead, he moves the head back and forth a few times, teasing me. Taunting. Making me whimper with frustration.

“Aiden…”

“I forget how much you like your husband’s cock filling that tight little pussy.” He pushes in a little but stops again, and a sigh escapes me. “Beg me for more,” he whispers.

“Please, Aiden…”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? Like this?” He pushes in a little further but then stops again.

“Oh, God.”

“Uh huh. Beg a little more, Hana. How much do you want my cock?”

“So much… more than anything…” My breath is choppy, my voice unfamiliar as I try to take him deeper.

“Not yet,” he rasps. “Say my name.”

“Aiden.”

“Fuck me, Aiden,” he corrects.

“Fuck me, Aiden! Please!”

He slams in, hard and fast and deep, and I jerk in surprise but I surge back to take him even deeper.

“That’s my girl…do you know how pretty it is to watch my cock disappearing inside you over and over? Someday we’ll take a video of you so you can watch too…”

My pussy floods with excitement at the thought of that and he notices because he picks up speed.

“You like that idea, huh? What else do you like, Hana? I want to know every damn thing that makes you tick.”

I want to answer but I’m incapable of thought, much less my voice, as he continues to pound away, punching into me again and again. And in this position, I’m helpless to do anything but lie there and take it.

One hand comes down on my ass, a jarring slap that both startles and pushes me further into a state of arousal. I didn’t know I could want a man this much or get this much pleasure from lovemaking. I’ve had good sex but never like this. Never like what Aiden does to me.

“You like when I spank you, Hana?” His voice is gruff but there’s a hint of seriousness, a question he expects me to answer—and I know he won’t do it again if I ask him not to.

“I love it,” I gasp. “More. Please.”

His hand comes down on the other side, and he alternates, back and forth until the pain and pleasure combine for something other worldly. My orgasm rockets out of me, my scream more primal than any sound I’ve ever made.

“Fuck!” Aiden jerks inside me and I feel his warmth spill into me. “God damn, Hana— yes !”

He pulses a few more times, sweaty bodies shivering from ongoing aftershocks, and then finally collapses against my back.

We’re both breathing hard but his touch is gentle now, and he presses soft kisses along my spine. My shoulder blades. The back of my neck.

My skin hums from his touch, reveling in the contrast between the intensity of his lovemaking and the sweetness of his caresses in the aftermath.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “Perfect and mine.”