I want to squirm my hips and clamp my thighs together, but that would be giving him what he wants—the knowledge that I am ready for him.
“Now you’re getting in this boat, and as we travel around the city, you can sit opposite me and wonder about all the ways I’m planning to make your body tremble beneath me tonight.”
I close my eyes as I take a seat. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He’s playing my body and my desire in a way that means I can’t stay out of the game. Every step further into my lust brings me closer to loving him, and he knows that. He’s impulsive and playful when he wants to be, but when he wants something, he plans so carefully I have no choice but to go along with it.
He did it in Paris and he’s doing it now. If I believe him, that his love never faded, then I have no doubt that this trip was to make me fall in love again.
And he’s using my body against me. My body, which responds to even the briefest ghost of a touch from him, is the pawn and my heart is the prize.
It works. Because I am sitting across from him, my eyes tracing the sharp line of his jaw and the curve of his gorgeous lips, wondering what he’s thinking. My skin is humming with the many possibilities of what he could do to me. He’s at his most seductive and determined tonight, and I know that whatever it is will take me to another dimension.
The last time we made love, we were young and crazy in love, guided by instinct and the thought that it would be the last time we’d ever see each other.
Now we’re both older, more experienced, and Aaron’s infinitely more skilled.
He leans forward. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I’m ready to go back to the hotel.”
My lips mirror the curving of his. “You’re impatient, aren’t you?”
“Hey.” I kiss his neck and let my mouth rest by his ear. “When you’re promising in not so many words to sink deep inside me and make me come so hard I see stars, how can I not be?”
“You’re putting words in my mouth, Dayton.” He wraps his hand around my neck and turns his face to mine. “And ideas in my head.”
“Did you not say that? Oops.”
“If you want to see stars, sweetheart, all you have to do is look up.”
I meet his eyes, which are shining brightly in the dark. “They’re beautiful, but I prefer stars of your making.”
He trails his fingers down my cheek. “Then it’s a shame you can’t see what I see every time I look into your eyes.”
I kiss his fingers, and the words slip out. “I can,” I whisper. “I see the same thing in yours.”
Our lips linger together.
“Mi scusi, signore? Si può fermare la barca, per favore?” Aaron taps the guy controlling the boat on the shoulder. His eyes widen and they exchange a few sentences in fluent Italian before the boat stops.
Aaron gets out and lifts me onto the sidewalk, setting me down gently in front of him. “Grazie,” he says to the guy without taking his eyes from mine.
The car that took us into the Rectangle earlier today pulls up next to us, and I raise an eyebrow. The smirking man in front of me just winks and motions for me to get in.
“What did you say to him?”
He pulls the divider closed and hits me with a heated gaze. “I asked him if he would stop the boat. He asked me why—we still had half an hour left—and I told him I had a beautiful, irresistible woman waiting for me to take her back to our hotel and make love to her.”
My lips part. “Aaron! You didn’t!”
“We’re off the boat, aren’t we?”
“I can’t believe you—”
He silences me for a second time with his kiss. His large hands wrap around my waist and slide me across the seat to him, and he lifts me onto his lap. My head spins at the dizzying sensation of his tongue searching my mouth, his fingers probing my thighs, and his thumbs massaging circles up the insides of them.
Everything pools downwards, warming in my lower belly and settling into a desperate ache in my pu**y. My hips rock against him and his erection rubs against me. I whimper into his mouth.
“As much as I’d love to pull my c**k out and have you f**k me in this car, that’s not what we’re doing tonight.” My hips move again and he holds them down, away from his. “Easy, Day. When I’ve laid you out in front of me and rediscovered every part of your body with my mouth and made you come, then you can f**k me.”
“Holding you to that,” I mumble, climbing off him as we arrive at the hotel.
Aaron clasps my hand and guides me into the hotel with long, purposeful strides, and the concierge waves for his attention.
“Signore Stone! Signore Accorsi call for you.”
His efforts are dismissed with a waved hand. “He can wait. His call is not important tonight.” And he sweeps me into the elevator behind him before the concierge can say another word.
Tension and anticipation rocket between us. He doesn’t look at me, and the only part of our bodies that’s touching is our hands hanging between us. I take a deep breath and see the twitch of his lips from the corner of my eye.
I want to spin into him. Grab his collar and pull those damn smirking lips to mine and kiss the cockiness out of him. I want to rip off the shirt and run my fingers over his stomach to his pants then slide my hands inside and touch him.
The suite door slams with a deafening sound, and Aaron finally meets my eyes.
“Bedroom,” he demands in a husky voice. I throw my purse on the sofa and walk into the bedroom with him right behind me. “Stop.”
He clasps the top of my zipper and slides it down my back, and his fingertips brush my skin as they travel down. I shudder and exhale loudly and simultaneously, anticipation coiling in my stomach as he touches the bow on my underwear.
“I still prefer red,” he rasps into my neck, sliding my dress over my shoulders. His hands never leave me as they guide the dress down my body, gliding over my waist and hips and legs. He reaches around me and unclips my bra, pulling it off with the same gentleness he did with the dress. “Lie on the bed.”
I do as he says, my breathing increasing in speed and intensity, and prop myself up on my elbows when he bends in front of me. He kisses down my leg to my ankle and slides my shoe off before doing the same to the other side.
“Sei così fottutamente bello che fa male.” He takes my mouth softly with his and slowly guides me up the bed. When my head is on the pillows, he guides his hands along my arms to my wrists and holds them against the headboard above my head.