Pleasures of the Night(29)
Author: Sylvia Day

"Stacey doesn’t remember… no one remembers…"

"Look at me," he murmured.

She took a deep, shaky breath. Her head lifted, and she met his gaze—dark as sapphire and deep. So deep, with centuries of memories behind them. She cupped his impossibly gorgeous face in her hands and pressed trembling lips to his. "I thought you were gone forever."

"I’m here," he said hoarsely, "and I love you. Christ, I love you too much." He took her mouth, his lips slanting across hers, kissing her breathless. His hands were in her hair, angling her to better fit his kiss. His body stirred beneath hers, growing harder. Everywhere.

Wracked with grief, confusion, and a terrible need to assure herself that he was real, Lyssa tugged up his T-shirt, her hands finding and caressing hot satin skin. He groaned into her mouth and her tongue stroked his, swallowing the sound. She felt his lust rise, felt the effect she had on him as his kiss turned from fervent love to raw, carnal desire.

Her fingers moved lower, to the waistband of his jeans.

"Wait," he said, looking as if that was the last thing he wanted her to do. She brushed his fingers away and ripped open his button fly.

"Hot Stuff…" The gritted-out endearment made her n**ples hard. It was a sound of both surrender and demand. "Don’t get me started," he warned. "I’ve missed you until I was insane with it. Let me calm down a bit."

"You’ll be calm enough in a few minutes."

His c*ck sprang out into her hand—hard, thick, and throbbing. His breath hissed out when she wrapped slender fingers around him. His clothes didn’t quite fit, and from his earlier explanations, she knew why. It was a tiny bit of proof that she wasn’t dreaming and she latched on to it gratefully.

She licked the crown.

"Ah…" he growled. "Do that again."

His head fell back as her tongue traced the path of a vein. His hands clenched in her hair, tugging at the roots, and her gaze lifted to meet his in surprise. His eyes were nearly black, the blue irises dilated with lust, his cheekbones flushed with desire. With his beautifully etched lips parted on panting breaths, he gasped, "Open your mouth."

She blinked, startled at the harsh order. She was even more shocked when he pulled her closer, one of his hands fisting around the base of his c*ck and aiming it at her lips.

"Aidan?"

He pushed into her opened mouth, his head falling back as her lips wrapped around him. "I ached for you to touch me like this."

It was then she noted how he trembled from head to toe, her immortal seducer of such renown. She stroked her tongue lightly across the sensitive underside of the tip, and his back bowed upward with a groan. She was willing to bet that he had never been this out of control when it came to sex. Lyssa.

She smiled around her mouthful.

His head lifted, and he stared down at her with narrowed eyes. "You’re going to kill me."

She sucked lightly just to watch him writhe, then released him to say, "That’d be a neat trick."

He tugged her closer, "You’re doing a damn good job, believe me."

"I felt like dying," she said softly, her lower lip quivering. "Every day for the past month."

"No way." Aidan’s leg came up and kicked the coffee table aside. He moved over her, pressing her backward and down, his large, hard body pinning hers to the floor. "How much do you remember about the last time we were together?"

"Too much."

"They’re not going to succeed, Lyssa." His jaw was tight and hard, his hands rough as he shoved her dress up and tore off her lace thong. "V’tfe’re going to make this work." !

Her heart leaped at the determination in his voice. "How will we get around the mortal/immortal thing?"

His hand slid up her calf, stopped at her knee, then pushed it aside so that she was spread wide for him. He stared down into her eyes with hot intensity, his callused fingertips drifting between her legs, parting her, stroking across her clit. "We’ll take it one day at a time until we figure it out."

As he slid two fingers into her, Lyssa arched helplessly into his embrace. "Wager and Connor are working on it in the Twilight. I’ll be working on it here."

Her breathing grew labored as Aidan stroked the sensitive inner walls of her p**sy with those expert fingers.

"Working on what?" was all she managed to get out. His thumb was rubbing her clit, his hand flexing as he f**ked her. In and out.

Aidan settled more comfortably, his head resting on one hand, watching her, while his other worked her into a state of unmitigated arousal. "Looks like I’ve got a treasure hunt ahead of me."

As she writhed beneath his attentions, Aidan withdrew his fingers, tossed one jeans-clad leg over her h*ps to keep her still, then returned to his sensual torment.

"Wh-what?"

His eyes glittered with mischief. "Let’s talk when we’re done. Next week work for you?" He rubbed a spot inside her that made her whimper with pleasure.

"Don’t your men need you?" she whispered, her skin hot and tight, her p**sy sucking hungrily at his pumping fingers. A week in bed with Aidan… She shivered.

"I need you. When you left with Connor—" His fingers paused. He closed his eyes a moment, then exhaled harshly.

Her hand came up to stroke his cheek, and he nuzzled into her palm.

"There’s a lot to be learned," he said roughly. "We haven’t even scratched the surface of what you can do or what you’re supposedly going to do. And that damn pendant…" He growled. "We’ll work it out. As long as we’re together."

"I love you." Tears slipped down her temples.

He smiled a purely male smile. "I know."

His nak*d c*ck burned like a brand into her hip. Lyssa reached for it, wanting to hold him, love him, give him the same pleasure he brought to her. Her tongue flicked out to wet dry lips. "I thought you needed me to suck you off."

He bent over her and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Well, a strange thing happens when you talk about dying—it sobers me up."

Her head lifted as he straightened, her lips clinging to his. "What are you looking for? Will you have to travel?"

"Yes, unfortunately."

"How will we manage?"

Aidan smiled. "Chad stole the sword from an affluent private collector who has been purchasing priceless artifacts through the black market. He recently put out covert feelers, searching for a replacement acquisitions specialist. I’m fluent in every one of the Earth languages and I have firsthand knowledge of centuries’ worth of history, so I don’t anticipate any trouble getting the job. He’ll use me to build his collection, and I’ll use him for money and travel expenses."

His fingers wiggled. Her nails dug into his forearms. "I won’t remember a damn bit of this conversation, you know."

"I’ve got all the time in the world to tell you again."

Growling her frustration, she struggled futilely against his superior strength. Her orgasm hovered just out of reach.

With her h*ps held down, she couldn’t work toward it.

"Wanna come?" he asked, with a devilish curve to his lips.

"Yes!"

Aidan chuckled as his thumb pressed against her cl*t and rubbed in small circles.

Moaning, she cli**xed around his thrusting fingers, shivering beneath him, her neck arching with the pleasure.

"Christ," he said in an awed tone. "You’re beautiful."

He kissed her again, that slow, deep mating of tongues that made her ache for him. Her hands slipped under his shirt and stroked the powerful muscles that lined his back. He murmured raw, heated sex words as he covered her with his hard body.

She cried out as he thrust hard and fast into her, sliding her upward a good two inches. He anchored her shoulders, and a harsh, edgy sound vibrated from his chest.

"God, Aidan…"

His thumbs brushed along her cheekbones, his lips slanting across hers. "Lyssa," he purred, "share your life with me."

"Yes…" She pulled herself upward, returning desperate kisses. "Stay with me."

"We’ll find away," he promised.

The hard knot of fear she’d felt upon waking eased immeasurably. Its passing freed her senses, and her attention focused more fully on the place where they joined. "Aid-

He nipped tiny love bites across the top of her shoulder. "Yes?"

"Move." She whimpered at the feel of him, so damn big. She needed movement, friction, the feel of his large body straining over hers.

"Impatient?" he teased in that lusciously accented voice.

"You have no idea."

He smiled against her skin. "I’ve been going crazy without you. Now I’m inside you, a part of you, connected to you. I damn well intend to enjoy it."

Her eyes squeezed shut on a groan. "I liked it better when you were putty in my hands."

"I’ve always been putty in your hands." He flexed his gorgeous ass and slipped a fraction deeper, the heavyweight of his balls resting against her. "I’ll never get enough of you; I’m madly in love with you. That puts you in control."

"As if I could say no," she panted, her legs wrapping around his h*ps and urging him to ride her. "You’re addict-ing."

Her hands clutched his back, her fingernails digging into the hard muscles that bracketed his spine. She breathed deep and tightened her cunt around him.

"Fuck," he growled, tensing all over.

"My thoughts exactly!" Lyssa wiggled beneath him, wishing they had taken the time to undress, but too desperate to suggest they correct it now.

He took her mouth, seducing her with deep, drugging kisses. He swiveled his hips, not pulling out, not pushing, just rubbing his pelvic bone against her clit. She came again, the orgasm rolling through her in a brutally intense wave. Tense as a bow beneath him, she tried to gasp. He swallowed the sound with an arrogant grunt as her p**sy rippled along his hard, throbbing cock.

"I love you," she moaned, clinging to his delicious body.

When it passed, she was drained, her arms falling to her sides, her legs slipping free until the pads of her feet pressed against the floor.

"Marry me," he whispered, his lips moving against hers.

She kissed him sweetly and smiled, "You betcha. You, me, and more orgasms like that, and I can take over this world and yours."

His nose nuzzled against hers. "Comfortable?" he asked with more than a hint of sinful amusement.

"Hmmm…"

"Good. Well be here awhile."