Or maybe she subconsciously had. The way she imagined him in their intimate moment.
Now she knew it was him. There was no wondering who the cosplayer really was. No mystery.
Her Aidan was James.
She put up a big mental block against dissecting her emotions at the discovery. Figuring out whether she was happy about it could wait. Right now, all that mattered was following this thread of pleasure to the end.
His teeth caught her bottom lip and bit just hard enough to make her moan. She ground herself against his erection.
God, she just wanted him inside her.
How easy would it be to just pull his shorts down, move her suit to the side...
With that thought racing through her mind, she became aware of his fingers dancing lower and inward.
There was a slight tug of her bikini bottoms before his fingers brushed the folds of her sex.
Tori broke the kiss on a gasp. “Yes. Please touch me.”
Without hesitation, he eased a finger inside her, pushing deep.
A guttural moan escaped as he added a second finger.
He buried his lips against her neck and groaned. “You feel amazing. I want to be inside of you.”
“Yes.”
“Not here, love. Not yet.” He adjusted her on his lap and removed his fingers from her.
She couldn’t stop the cry of disappointment.
“I know. I just need a better angle.” He slid his hand down her belly again and into the front of her bikini bottoms.
He was a man on a mission and he found her clit straightaway.
Oh, god, yes.
The way he rubbed it had her jerking against him as the water in the hot tub continued to bubble, hiding their activities from any person or creature who might be watching.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered, gripping his shoulders. “Oh, god, yes.”
The wind began to pick up and, when James pinched the sensitive flesh, her cry of pleasure was mixed with the howling breeze through the branches of nearby trees.
He sank another finger deep into her heat while rubbing her faster.
So good.
This was James touching her. How long had she wanted this? Had she both wanted and hated him?
It was incredible. More intense than anything she’d ever experienced with anyone.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Her gaze, barely able to focus as she rode his fingers and the pleasure they brought, lifted to his.
“I want to see your eyes when you come.”