They lay together, clinging to one another, their hearts pounding out a rhythm of intensity unlike either of them had thought possible. Aidan’s tongue stroked her breast, sending a shiver racing through her blood, through his. He framed her face with his hands, brushed his mouth gently, tenderly, across her forehead, and feathered kisses down her face to her chin. For the first time in his long, seemingly endless existence, he felt truly alive, truly at peace.
“You have given me a priceless gift, Alexandria, and I will never forget it. You had no reason to trust me, yet you did,” he whispered softly, humbly. “Thank you.”
She was staring up at him with wondering eyes, unable to come fully back to earth. He was in her, her body wrapped around his. It seemed impossible that those golden eyes could shine with such intensity, burn with such need, only for her. A slow smile curved her mouth and lit her sapphire eyes to match the glow in his. They simply stared at each other, into each other’s soul.
She could feel him, thick, hard, beginning to move, an incredible friction of slick heat, so gentle and tender, she felt as if she were melting into him. Aidan moved slowly, savoring each long stroke, his eyes devouring her face. Her initiation had been a wild frenzy. Now he wanted to take his time, build their pleasure slowly.
His fingers tangled in her hair. His mouth tasted her satin skin, finding the pulse beating in her vulnerable throat. “You are so beautiful, Alexandria, so very beautiful.”
“You make me feel beautiful,” she conceded.
“I still cannot believe I found you.” He suddenly lifted his head and stared down at her. His hips continued the slow, languorous movement. “You are going to get rid of that horror-writing video-game mogul.”
She kissed his shoulder, then rubbed her face against the golden hair on his chest. “No, I’m not. He’s my boss.”
“I am your boss.”
“You wish you were my boss,” Alexandria teased gently. “I work for him.”
“I have enough money for both of us to live comfortably,” he protested. Then a trace of laughter entered his voice. “Do you know how sick that man has to be to think up that stuff?”
“What about you? You play his games. Worse, you live weirder stuff than he thinks up.” Her chin lifted. “Besides, I want the job. I love to draw. This is the chance of a lifetime, Aidan, something I’ve always wanted to do.”
He did laugh then, lowering his head to kiss her belligerent chin, to plant a row of kisses in the valley between her breasts. “Your lifetime has been extended considerably, cara mia. You can find someone else’s fantasies to illustrate, preferably those of a nice elderly woman with no sons and no male secretaries.”
She laughed with him, secretly suspecting she would end up doing as he wished and jettisoning Thomas Ivan from both their lives. But for now, Aidan’s body was doing incredible things to hers, and she did not care to think about any other man. His slow, rhythmic rocking was taking her breath away and fanning the embers of the smoldering fire somewhere in the pit of her stomach. Her body was moving with his, following his guidance without inhibition. She loved the feel of his hands cupping her breasts, the brush of his chin, his mouth, across her nipples. He was stealing her heart with his tenderness.
“I have already stolen your heart,” he teased softly, reminding her he was sharing her thoughts.
“I’m not certain I’m ready for you to know every single thing I think.”
“Or feel.” His voice dropped an octave, to black-velvet seduction. “Or fantasize.”
Her hands found his hips. “You’re the one with all the fantasies. I’m just borrowing yours to try them out.”
His body surged forward, burying itself more deeply within her. “How am I doing?” He began to move with deeper, stronger strokes, picking up the pace until the smoldering embers were leaping flames. “We have not even started, piccola. I have the whole night to worship you as you deserve.”
At the unexpected flash of fire sweeping through her body, she bit her lip, and two small pinpricks of red welled up. Aidan’s glittering golden eyes focused there, untamed emotion in their depths. Just that look sent her spiraling over the edge, her body erupting in mind-shattering explosions. Her breathless cry was lost as his mouth found hers, capturing the sound forever. His tongue swept across her lip, a curling caress that impossibly heightened her pleasure.