Page 38 of Ensnaring the Dove
Her pulse quickened then, sweat beading upon her skin. Perhaps he was too big for her.
“Just relax now, Colombia.”
She looked down to find Aedan’s gaze riveted upon her face. “Let your body go.”
Reaching between her thighs, the pad of his thumb found that nub of flesh once more, and he gently started to stroke it.
Warm, pulsing pleasure rippled through her core, and the ache turned into something delicious. She gasped his name.
“That’s right,” he crooned, taking hold of her hips then and rolling them against his. “Just surrender.”
Her body started to tremble as he lifted her, sliding her up the length of his shaft, nearly to the tip, before pushing her back down on it again.
“Oh,” she whimpered. “That feels good.”
He huffed a laugh. “Glad to hear it.”
Aedan continued to move her up and down his rod, in slow, steady strokes—and after a short while, Colombia found herself arching hard against him every time he drove home.
Having him inside her felt incredible—yet she found herself chasing something again.
Curving her back, she changed the angle, and when he thrust up into her this time, he hit a place deep inside her that turned her liquid.
She cried out, writhing against him. “Aedan,” she gasped. “I need more … please!”
Rasping a curse, he flipped her over on her back, raising her legs high and wrapping them around his shoulders—and then he thrust deep.
He’d gone gently in the beginning, showing great restraint. But the last of it had unraveled now. He took her hard, and with each thrust, Colombia lifted her hips to meet him.
This position was incredible. Every time he drove home, he touched that sensitive spot that made her writhe against him. Wild pleasure tumbled through her, and she surrendered utterly to it—and to him.
Arching back against the bed, she cried his name. Moments later, Aedan climaxed hard, his spine snapping back, his hoarse shout echoing through the room.
Breathing hard, he held himself up over her, his arms shaking, his lean body trembling in the aftermath. And when their gazes met, his eyes gleamed.
XVI. FORBIDDEN
AEDAN AWOKE SLOWLY. And as he drifted into consciousness, he became aware of a warm, naked body pressed against his. For a moment, he thought he was lost in a delicious dream, one he didn’t want to wake from, but then a soft voice roused him. “Aedan? You’re awake?”
Eyes flickering open, he looked into Colombia’s smoky gaze. She was lying facing him, as if she’d been watching him sleep. An instant later, everything—every delicious, forbidden detail of the eve before—flooded back.
Aedan groaned, rolling over onto his back. He then muttered an oath in his own tongue. He should regret plowing Colombia Juventus, but he didn’t.
He glanced over at her. The glint in her eye and the curve to her mouth told him that she didn’t have any regrets either.
“You didn’t move all night,” Colombia noted. “You reallyweretired.”
Aedan huffed a laugh. “I wasexhausted.”
A flush rose to Colombia’s cheeks then. Of course, they both knew it wasn’t just the journey that had tired him out. After their coupling, he’d slept so deeply that his head now felt as if it were packed with wool. Light was filtering through the cracks in the shutters, letting them know dawn had indeed broken.
A smile lingered on his lips at Colombia’s pretty blush. “Did you sleep well?”
“Better than I expected … although I woke up early.” She shrugged then, her expression shadowing. “Nerves.”
Colombia’s admission made the last vestiges of sleep clear. Aedan propped himself up onto an elbow before reaching out and combing his fingers through her dark-flaxen hair. Last night was behind them—a stolen moment in time—yet he found himself reluctant to let it go. “Everything will be fine,” he murmured. “You’ll see.”
Colombia’s gaze lowered then. “Maybe I should have sent word ahead.” She broke off there, nibbling at her lower lip. “Some men don’t like surprises.”