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EMORY

H e’s on me the second I’m inside the cabin. I turn. His eyes drag over my body. We collide. That’s the only word for it. Our mouths are already open when they meet, our tongues tangling in the next instant.

Zero to sixty in seconds.

It feels like Aiden’s in my very blood.

He backs me against the dining table and groans into my mouth.

I pant into his and tug on his hair.

Aiden. Aiden. Aiden. My heart pounds in my ears as we devour each other, as his lips drop to my neck, as his thumb finds my nipple, pulling a moan from deep within me.

My hands are fighting with his swim trunks when he laughs and tears at the ties with me. He pushes them off as I claw at his back.

I want to crawl inside him.

“Need you,” I pant. “Aiden, Aiden. Please.”

“I know. I know,” he croons. “I want you. I want to be nice to you, but Em—” His shoulders shake under my hands. “I need to fuck you, sweetheart.”

I laugh, because even when he’s being crude, he’s being kind.

“Please,” I tell him. “I want that too. Hurry.” I tug on his hair again. “Hurry, Aiden.”

“I know,” he soothes. “Fuck, I—” His fingers drag over my skin, pressing greedily into the crease of my hip, skimming up my ribs, spanning my stomach, tugging at my bathing suit ties until I lift my hips and let him pull the bottoms off.

He hoists me onto the table. I throw my head back as he sucks on my neck.

I am incandescent, burning for Aiden and Aiden alone.

Our hands fumble over the ties at my back before he bats mine away, laughing into my neck. “Let me.”

“You’re slow.”

“So bossy, gorgeous girl.” His words are panted against my skin, zinging through my blood.

Gorgeous girl.

“Need you.” I bite at the skin of his collarbone, pull him close, dig my heels into his butt. “Need you, Aiden. Please.” The words are whispered, a prayer for him to hurry, please hurry, because I’m nothing but light and heat and—

“Oh fuck,” I groan.

He’s sliding through the wetness between my legs, and I feel so needy and warm and right there. Fuck .

“How is this—” My words choke off as he hits my clit. He’s hard and hot and throbbing against me. How is this so good? How does it feel like this every time?

“I know, gorgeous.” He slides a finger between us, circling my clit, then choking a breath as he shudders and stops. “I need to get a condom.”

I bite my lip and shake my head. His eyes widen.

“You want that?”

“I want to feel you, Aiden.”

“Fuck.” He presses his forehead to mine. “I want that too.” I feel the words more than hear them, and then he’s pushing inside and I’m tilting my hips to take him. Bare, he feels different. Hotter, silkier, harder, with ridges that rub deliciously inside me.

“Fuck,” he groans as he slides in another inch. “This.”

This.

The stretch is delicious. I try to touch him everywhere, telling him with my hands and my body that I want him, that he’s beautiful. I worship him with every scrape of my nails and every press of my fingers into muscles that are bunching and rolling under velvet skin.

This.

“Need you,” he pants. He rolls his hips, sending sparks shooting through me. “Need you, Em.”

“You have me.”

Another roll of his hips as he sinks home, and we both shudder. “I’m jealous of me.” He smiles ruefully. “I’m jealous that I’m inside you bare right now.”

“I know exactly how you feel.”

He gives me a bright grin. Then he buries his face in my neck and fucks me, deep and slow and right on the edge of too much .

I grip the edge of the table and try to meet his thrusts.

Words are spoken into my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse, his lips moving.

Take me, pretty girl.

So tight.

Always knew we’d be so good.

Then “Bend for me. Back on the table. There you go.”

He pulls me to the edge, plants a hand on the table, and wraps my legs around his hips. “Keep them here,” he demands.

“Bossy,” I say, grinning and sliding my hands over his stomach.

“You’ll like it,” he says with his own smile.

There’s that joy again, arcing between us, pulling taut as he fucks me. Still smiling, then serious, so serious as he watches my face and I drown in those green-gold eyes.

“I can’t believe it feels like this,” I whisper.

He rewards me with another smile before he thrusts deep.

My lids flutter shut as I clench around him. He’s relentless, his rhythm not stopping, his thumb finding my clit.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“Aiden,” I pant. I stretch my arms over my head, trying to release some of the sensation inside me, feeling like I’ve climbed too high and the air is thin.

“So pretty,” he says, low and coaxing. “I can feel you clenching around me, gorgeous girl.”

There’s an answering wave of desire through my stomach.

It grows stronger as he changes the angle.

And then all that pressure releases and I combust. My back arches, my body shudders.

There’s a mumbled curse, and then I feel him coming, his hips pistoning as he loses his rhythm.

His drawn-out groan, then the unsteady thrusts as he pulses inside me.

The orgasm spirals through me as he draws it out, pleasure rising and then receding, slow, so slow, flowing through me until I’m limp.

He keeps thrusting gently as I float on waves of bliss. “More,” he breathes. I lift heavy lids to see him watching me with an expression that is meltingly tender.

“More,” I agree. His strokes are already turning harder, making those shivers of desire start anew.

He carries me gently to the couch, settling me on his lap but never slipping out of me. Nose to nose, breath to breath, it’s heart-wrenchingly intimate, a position I would have denied him two weeks ago. But now? I want to pull him closer.

I cup his jaw and kiss him, trying to breathe in as he breathes out, hoping I’ll leave my mark. He bucks up into me, not speaking, claiming my mouth as I claim his, before he presses his forehead to my neck.

He shaking when he comes, silent and taut, his messy thrusts making me clench and orgasm in trembling waves that start from deep inside and make my legs shake.

“Fuck,” I whisper, as I unclasp sweat-slick palms from where I’ve been mauling his shoulders.

He chuckles and presses a kiss to my mouth. “When can we do that again?”

“You are insatiable.” I grin against his mouth.

“For you, yes.” His own lips curve before he nips at my bottom lip. “I hope you don’t have plans for the rest of the day.” He helps me off the couch, then grabs my waist when I sway.

“What does that mean?”

He swipes a towel from the stack by the door and passes one to me. “It means I’m going to make food for you and then be nice to you.”

I laugh. “Nice to me?”

He presses me back until my legs hit the cushions. “Very nice to you,” he murmurs, dipping his head. “So fucking nice to you. You want that?”

I feel like I’ve forgotten how to breathe. “Yes, please,” I say quickly, in case he decides to take the offer back. “Very much, yes. I want that.”

He laughs and drops a kiss on my lips before he saunters off for the galley.

I press my fingers to my mouth, feeling the ghost of his kiss.

What the hell is happening?