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The Fitzpatricks, Book One
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“I’ve been dreaming about this for months.”
“Yeah?” she asked.
“You ruined me, you know? I haven’t been able to even think about another woman since that night with you.”
She thought he was joking, so she smiled as she shook her head.
His eyes widened. “What? You don’t believe me?”
“You don’t have to use flowery words with me, Aeden.”
It was his turn to shake his head. “Oh, but I do. You deserve the truth. I even went on a trip to Hawaii. Not even tempted by anyone in a bikini.”
She tried to caution herself when she felt the little jump in her heart. He wasn’t a man who had long relationships, and she wasn’t a woman who had them either.
Before she could say anything else, he said, “I guess I’ll just have to show you.”
He bent his head and teased her nipple before lowering himself on top of her. Then, he went to work on destroying her.
After sliding to lay beside her on the bed, he dragged the flat of his tongue against one nipple as he pinched the other one between his fingers. The act sent heat racing through her blood. He lifted his head, then blew on her wet flesh.
“Aw, look there. So beautiful.” The awe in his voice made her blink. He was treating her as he had that night so long ago, as if she were precious.
He kissed his way over to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as before. He grazed his teeth over it, as his hand slipped down between her legs.
“Oh, you’ve missed me too, I see,” he said, the lazy arousal she heard in his voice sent another wave of heat rushing through her. She was wet with need, and she didn’t deny it. She had never been embarrassed by her sexuality, and she wasn’t about to start now. Closing her eyes, she pressed up against his hand as he slid his fingers over her slit. It was a light, teasing touch that was driving her insane. She was ready to demand more, but he didn’t give her a chance. He slid from the bed to kneel on the floor. With quick movements, he tugged her closer to the edge of the mattress.
He teased her first, skimming his tongue over her right, then her left inner thigh. He pressed her legs further apart, and leaned closer, but he still teased her. He kissed just above her sex before he slid down to slip his tongue inside of her. Oh, God, that felt so good. She moaned, not able to even think of holding back. Everything she had been dreaming about—the memory of his mouth, his hands, his body—was better than she had hoped for.