Passing His Guard

Whoa . . . wait a minute. Is that was she thought this was? Was that what this was? It sure as hell didn’t feel like just sex, but love?—he wasn’t sure. He’d never been in love before. No question he was in lust with her, and he’d be the first to admit he cared about her, but love was crossing a line he wasn’t sure he was willing to step over. When he’d asked her if it would be such a bad thing to fall in love with him, it was a question he’d been mulling over ever since she’d told him she was falling for him. They were hastily spoken words he wished he could take back, because the answer had resoundingly been yes.

He needed her to say it, to agree with him that they were a terrible idea. No matter how much the thought might appeal to him, the analytical side of his brain, the side that refused to be ruled by emotion, barraged him with multiple reasons why they shouldn’t—couldn’t—be together. His life was in Vegas, for one. And Rya

But then Rya

There was no doubt or anything else he could cling to in order to convince himself to stop. He wanted her too badly, needed to sink into her too much, to stop now. He nudged his hips forward, pushing himself past her entrance as he kept his gaze locked on her vibrant stare. Though, God’s truth, if she changed her mind now, he wasn’t sure if he’d have the willpower to stop.

She was so tight, her wet little glove squeezing him unbearably as he inched inside her. He couldn’t go faster, not without hurting her, and the pressure building at the base of his spine, the ache of the twin weights between his legs, warned him he wouldn’t last long with her this way.

She felt too good—too amazing. Never in his life had taking his pleasure been so . . . perfect. His concern for her comfort forced him to slow down, to savor when he would have plundered and conquered. He gained precious ground with his gentle retreat and advancement. Held captive by her trusting gaze, a well of emotion he wasn’t prepared for crashed into him. He wanted this to be as earth-shattering for her as it was for him. If he didn’t get a handle on himself, he was going to come like an untried adolescent, and he still had several inches to go.

“Rya

“It’s okay,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his hips and inching him farther. Her mouth moved to the thick cords of muscle ru

“Well, that makes one of us then, sweetheart, because I’m pretty sure you’ve already broken me.”

But he was wrong. It wasn’t until she dug her heels into his ass and thrust her hips up, seating him tight against her core, that he truly shattered—into a million fucking pieces. Barking out a sharp curse, he slipped his hands beneath her back, fingertips gripping her slender shoulders as instinct took over. He pulled back and slammed into her once, twice, three times, and then he came harder than he’d come in his entire life. As his cock pulsed against her core, his massive body shuddering over hers, Rya

As the euphoria slowly began to ebb and Aiden drifted back to reality, one thought resonated in his mind: Come tomorrow, there is no way in hell I’m going to be able to let this woman go.

Oh, Lord, what have I done? Rya

Aiden had said precious few words after heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and then returned to tuck her against him. She had so many thoughts and questions buzzing through her head, but she kept them all to herself when she sensed an uneasiness about him. Snuggled in his muscular arms, he brushed a kiss against her shoulder and gave her an affectionate squeeze, holding on as if he feared she’d disappear. Was he dreading tomorrow as much as she was?

She tried to sleep but was too wound up to rest. The melee of thoughts ru

Just lying here thinking about it made her want to experience it all over again. She was ru

“As much as I want to do this again,” he whispered, his voice a throaty rasp against her neck as he nuzzled her shoulder. “I don’t have another condom.”

Reaching behind her, she took him in hand and stroked his impressive length, forcing her mind to shut down all thought beyond him and her, right here, right now. “I’m on the pill,” she offered. “I’m okay with it if you are.”

“Are you kidding me? Sweetheart, if I’d known you were good with commando, I would have had you six ways to Sunday by now.”

Before her mind could process his movement, she was on her back and being devoured by a soul-searing kiss. Aiden positioned himself between her slick folds and thrust deep, burying himself inside her. The way he filled her, stretching her sheath, was the sweetest blend of pain and pleasure. The pressure of him hitting her core, co