My breath escapes as he fills me, stretching me so tight, I feel like I might burst. I hold on to his shoulders for balance, gripping him as he slides out and in again, slowly at first, flexing his hips, his eyes fixed on my face, dark, aroused, hungry…and so hot.
I’m moaning his name, almost in tears from the pleasure. His movements speed up, and sweet tendrils of exquisite delight snake up from my core and across my belly and thighs, until even my fingertips are suffused with the feeling. With each thrust, the pleasure builds until I can’t take it anymore.
“Aidan,” I cry out.
In response he fucks me harder and faster. Something explodes inside me and I cry out, my vision blurring as an orgasm rips through me.
His fingers dig into my hair. He groans and plunges so deep inside me, it feels like we’re melded together. His body shudders as he comes. He lets out a shaky breath. One arm comes around me and he kisses my hair, then the side of my face.
I keep my arms around him, happy, languid, and too satisfied for words.
“You okay?” He tilts his head back to look at me.
“Better than okay.”
He laughs, and he has never looked more beautiful to me.
“We have a party to attend,” he says, making no move to pull away from me. “People to talk to.”
I smile. “I know.”
“My brother is around here somewhere, with his girlfriend. I should go say hello.”
“I’ll get ready for the party.”
We’re still holding on to each other, and he lowers his head and kisses me. “I’m crazy about you, Liz McKay. What have you done to me?”
“I bewitched you.”
“I can believe that.” He laughs and steps back, his hands lingering on my shoulders for just a moment before he bends to retrieve my robe from the floor, then starts to fix his clothes. “I’ll see you at the party?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“And after?”
I hold my breath. “After?”
He grips my face and kisses me again. “I’ll tell the world that you’re mine.”
I kiss him back, loving him so much in that moment that I can hardly bear it… “Yours, Aidan. Always.”
Present
Chapter Sixteen
Liz
I stand frozen as Aidan walks past me, willing myself not to turn around and watch him go. My heart is pounding in my chest, my blood rushing. Everything in me strains to follow him, to plead, to beg, to share the same space with him for a little while longer.
The temporary lull in conversation disappears after he leaves, followed by a buzz as people start to talk, probably about the fact that Aidan Court just snubbed me in front of the whole of New York’s theatre crowd.
My face tightens in embarrassment, and I take a deep breath and try to smile. The bar is right in front of me and standing not far away is Celeste Granger, the hostess, gorgeous in a shimmering dress. Some guy is hovering close to her, trying to get her interested in whatever he is saying, but her eyes are on me, with a mocking half-smile dancing on her full red lips.
I return her smile and join her where she’s standing, not because I want to, but because some survival instinct demands that I pretend that I’d been on my way over to speak to her and not the man who walked past me like I was invisible.
“Hello, Celeste. Great party.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You’re a good actress, Liz. I’ll give you that. I can hardly tell that Aidan Court just walked out on you.”