More Than a Mission - Caridad Pineiro [54]
“You know that we might both regret this in the morning?” he tossed out for reflection.
“Possibly.” Behind her words was a big hanging question. So he asked it, “But?”
“We might regret not doing it more.”
The time for action was there. Right before him. Literally in his lap. It’s what he had wanted—to break past the Sparrow’s barriers.
And if she’s not the Sparrow? the voice of his conscience warned.
“Lizzy—and I can call you Lizzy considering where this is likely to lead, can’t I?”
Was he testing her or giving her one last out? Impossible to tell or at least that’s what she told herself. That made it easier to push away her common sense and give into the desire she had been feeling since the other day. The desire that had given her the strength to brave taking a chance.
“Lizzy. I like the way it sounds coming from you,” she confessed.
“Lizzy,” he repeated and leaned forward, nuzzling her nose with his since in this position, they were face to face. “I want to take this slow, Lizzy.”
His voice was soft and low. Slightly rough with want. His bedroom voice, only she didn’t think she could wait to get to a bedroom. Returning the caress and shifting forward, she whispered in his ear, “How slow, Aidan?”
His breath hitched for a moment and she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. “Aidan?”
He urged her the last little distance, licked the edge of her earlobe. “I want to touch you,” he said, but made no motion to do so.
Her nipple was already hard and she wanted what he wanted. Wanted the promise in his voice. Nuzzling the side of his face with her nose, she brushed a kiss against his cheek. Against her lips, his beard was rough with evening growth.
She cupped the hard muscle of his chest and grasped his nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “I want you to do this,” she admitted as she caressed him through the insubstantial fabric of his T-shirt.
His harsh exhalation was warm against the side of her face. He said nothing, only complied with her request, bringing up both his hands and rolling the taut nubs of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
A sharp mew of pleasure escaped her. She kissed the side of his face again and shifted her hand downward to his side where she eased it beneath his jacket and ran it up and down along his lean muscled flank. Needing more, she pulled his T-shirt out of his pants and slipped her hand beneath the edge of his shirt.
His skin was warm. Smooth. She imagined what it would feel like against her. Wanted it. Soon.
She worked her mouth to the edge of his lips, traced their outline before kissing him again.
He opened his mouth against hers, apparently as hungry as she for a greater intimacy. She granted it to him, opening her mouth and meeting his tongue with her own. Sucking and biting until there was a tight ball of need inside her from his hands caressing her, a little more roughly now, and the feel of his tongue making love to her mouth.
When she broke away from him, they were both breathing heavily. Their bodies trembled as they strained toward one another.
“Aidan?” she half asked as she cradled his head in her hands and lovingly kissed the side of his face. The side he had injured that morning.
He must have misread her actions since he said, “Do you want to stop?”
She chuckled sexily and dropped a quick kiss on his lips. “No. I want to go somewhere more…private.”
He looked back at the public beach ramp, chagrin on his face. “My place—”
“Let’s go back to the cottage,” she offered and he nodded, smiled.
Somehow they untangled themselves and rose. He took her hand and they started walking, but somehow, it wasn’t quick enough for the need pulling at her. Shooting him a half glance, she said, “Race you back?”
A boyish grin erupted on his face, his teeth white against his tanned skin. “And the prize is?”
It took her only a second to consider what she wanted and to answer. “Winner gets to be on top.”
With that, she dropped his hand