All that strength….
I shivered and focused on Aaron.
He cleared his throat with a strangled cough. “Of course, I do, Nevaeh. You’re my mate too, but I don’t want to force you, or the situation. If you’d rather not…”
He glanced down and stuck his hands in his pockets, looking like an insecure adolescent in the principal’s office.
It filled me with an empathy for his struggle, a need to reassure him.
“Aaron, would you…” I swallowed. I’d never asked a man this before. “Would you make love to me?”
Would it be love for them? Is that how this mating thing worked?
I was certainly going to find out.
Aaron’s head came up and his gaze caught with mine. His intense, dark eyes burned into me. I held his gaze, my body trembling with the hunger Grayson had woken in me.
Aaron didn’t speak but he began to undress.
His tank came off first and my breath caught in my throat. He was huge, like a wrestler.
His waist was so lean it made his shoulders look even bigger. Every inch of his body was covered in rock-hard muscles.
He hesitated as he began to unbutton his jeans.
“I’m bigger than Brad…”
It sounded like a warning.
I was pretty sure he would be. In every way.
I nodded. “Show me.”
The smile that kicked up Aaron’s generous lips made my heart melt and tears linger once again in my eyes.
Was this what it felt like to fall in love? With kind, generous souls?
His black jeans fell away to reveal huge thighs and a cock that bobbed up and down as though bowing in introduction.
I threw back the blanket that covered me and stood up in
the warm room. My throat thickened with embarrassment, but I pushed the feeling away. Instead, I walked the few feet separating Aaron and me and looked up into his face.
His beautiful, intense, strong face.
He didn’t reach for me, though I knew he wanted to.
The control he was exerting over his own desire inflamed mine.
And the best part of it all was that by handing over the power to me, Aaron made me feel truly powerful. As though I could either stop this or go on if I wanted to. That was a powerful aphrodisiac.
He wasn’t moving, so it was my turn to go out on a limb. “Kiss me.”
Aaron reached for me, one hand going around my waist and pulling me flush against his body, the other sliding into my hair.
I groaned at the first moment of skin-on-skin contact, heat and desire weaving through my blood.
My knees gave way.