Aaron: Casanova Club #7 Page 7

  We kept moving after that, snaking our way around the second level of balconies until we arrived at the top of a jam-packed staircase. I stepped aside to wait for it to clear, but Piper brushed past me. Her beauty parted the crowds for her, and she was oblivious to it. Men pushed themselves up against the railings to make way for her. They smiled and said things to her that she either ignored or acknowledged with a small smile of her own, and I found myself reeling with the knowledge that I was the man there with her.

  Tonight, she was mine, and I was hers.

  And I wasn’t going to fuck it up by getting in my head about it. I was going to enjoy this perfect, intoxicated, wild, loud, care-free night with Piper James. The girl of every man’s dreams.

  When we hit the ground floor, Piper spun out onto the dance floor. I couldn’t help but soak up the sight of her curves, the way the muscles in her thighs and calves flexed, her slender shoulders, elegant collar bones, full red lips, dark eyes, shiny hair—all of it. She was a wonder in and of herself, and had I brought a pen and paper with me, I would have tucked myself away in the corner to write down all the things I was feeling so I could use it in a story one day.

  Wonder.

  Incredulity.

  Astonishment.

  Joy.

  All of it was wrapped up into one warm tangle of feelings that sat heavily in my stomach as she grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward her.

  And all at once, everything else faded away. It was only me and Piper. She tipped her chin back to look up at me, and the way she looked at me made me feel even more awestruck than I had seconds earlier.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said.

  Piper pressed her hands to my chest and rewarded me with a smile. “Thank you.”

  I hadn’t even realized I’d spoken the words. They just fell out of me. But they were so true, despite how flat they fell. Beautiful was a serious understatement. Piper was so much more than that. She was more than any word could properly define, and my writer’s brain was struggling to try to solve that tricky little problem while she turned around, arched her back, and pressed her ass right up against my crotch.

  Holy shit.

  This was happening.

  I had two choices: stay in my head and overthink the shit out of everything that was happening or give in and let my body take over.

  It was a no-brainer.

  I put my hands on her hips. Piper let out a laugh that I could barely hear over the music. Her hair swished back and forth across her back as she swayed her hips in unison with mine, and as the music sped up and picked up a Latin beat, I took her hand, twirled her away from me, and spun her back in. Her eyes were bright with glee, and she threw her head back with laughter as I held her to me.

  She spun again, coming back in this time and holding my gaze as she did. She surprised me by hooking a leg around my knee and holding herself in place so she could drape herself against me. She rested a hand on my shoulder and stroked the side of my throat with her finger absently as she stared into my eyes; my soul.

  Her lips parted.

  My body sang with need. Every muscle strained, and my heart doubled its beat as if in rhythm to the music.

  And then I cupped her cheek, leaned in, and pressed my lips to hers as her eyes fell closed. I might have been imagining things, but I could have sworn she moaned a little into my mouth, and the sound of it set my blood on fire.

  Chapter 11

  Piper

  Kissing Aaron was akin to waking up on a sunny morning in fresh sheets with newly shaven legs. It was soft. And warm. And sweet. And safe.

  It was a sharp contrast to the thundering music all around us.

  I could have gotten lost in the waves of his kiss. He was a master with his tongue, exploring my mouth with slow, steady, and patient curiosity that had me itching for more as the seconds ticked by into oblivion.

  Yes.

  My knees trembled as he stroked my hair away from my face and rested his hand on the nape of my neck to hold me to him. He was unrelenting, and the kiss only deepened as he pushed me for more and more.

  And more.

  And there on the dance floor, surrounded by strangers, I was completely willing to give it to him.

  When we finally broke apart, his eyes were closed, and he pressed his forehead to mine. “Do you want to get the hell out of here?” His voice was hoarse and barely audible over the crowd and the blaring speakers.

  I nodded.

  Aaron whisked me off the dance floor. I followed as my heart pounded in my chest, louder and steadier than the beat of the newest song the DJ started spinning. The conflicting rhythm, the liquor, and the lingering tingle of Aaron’s kiss had me feeling some kind of way.

  Some real kind of way.

  I was so shocked by the tremors of nerves and lust in my belly that I was oblivious to the women whose shoulders I clipped and whose heels jabbed my exposed toes as Aaron led me out onto the sidewalk, to fresh air and open space.

  I swept my hair back as he flagged down our driver. Then we hopped in the back seat of the white luxury SUV, buckled ourselves in, and found ourselves pulling away from the curb. Aaron told the driver to take us back to his place before rolling up the divider between us and the front seats.

  Then he looked at me. Like, really looked at me.

  I couldn’t explain the way it made me feel. He didn’t look at me like he was undressing me with his eyes like a lot of men did. Or like he wanted something from me right then and there. But rather, he looked at me like he was really seeing me for the first time. Like I’d stripped away the thin veil of unsureness that still sat between us and I was finally letting him in.

  Which I had the sense I was about to do on a whole new level once we got back to his place.

  “What’s happening here?” Aaron asked.

  So I wasn’t the only one feeling like everything had just changed in a matter of minutes.

  “Something good,” I whispered.

  He leaned forward and stopped short when his seatbelt locked.

  I snorted and started giggling as he struggled to release the locking mechanism.

  Aaron shot me a dark look. “Fucking seatbelts.”

  “Life savers.”

  “Mood killers,” he muttered.

  Aaron tugged fruitlessly at his seatbelt as I was consumed by a fit of giggles. When he finally freed himself, he moved in on me quickly, sliding across the back seat and pinning me between him and the door. I let out a little gasp of surprise as he grabbed my jaw, lifted my face to his, and consumed my mouth with his lips, showing me a whole new world compared to the sweet soft kisses he’d given me on the dance floor.

  These kisses were harder. Needier. He suckled and nipped softly at my lips, drawing little whimpers from me that I wished I could keep quiet. Things between us felt too new and fragile for me to be panting like a porn star at his touch.

  Aaron cradled my head in one hand and leaned over me, pressing me up tightly against the seat as he ran his free hand across my stomach. Butterflies took flight and fluttered around my rib cage as he traced my hip and waist, slowly working his way up to my chest where he trailed a feather-light touch across my cleavage, collarbones, and shoulders.

  My hot skin erupted in goosebumps when he broke our kiss and pressed his lips in a slow path down my cheek, along my jaw, down my neck, and over my shoulders.

  I clung to the front of his shirt, gathering it up tightly in my fists while he continued his mercilessly slow exploration of the bare skin my dress didn’t cover.

  We hit a bump in the road. Both of us slid sideways, and Aaron slipped right off the seat. He braced himself with one hand planted beside my thigh and knelt on the floor while I tried not to laugh at him.

  “Hold your tongue,” he said, raking his fingers through his hair.

  “I didn’t say a word.”

  “You wanted to.”

  “I wanted to say a couple of things.” I giggled.

  “No more talking,” he
bit out before silencing me with another kiss.

  He was between my legs and running his hands up the outside of my thighs. I thanked my lucky stars I’d taken the time to shave that morning. My mind spun as he slid his fingers under the hem of my dress.

  This was all a big surprise for me. I hadn’t expected Aaron to be like this. Where he was fairly reserved and quiet on a daily basis, he was an animal when it came to kissing and this kind of touching. His hands on my skin had me burning up, and all I wanted was more of him.

  All of him.

  Everything I could get from him.

  The SUV came to an abrupt stop, forcing me forward and Aaron back. He never broke our kiss until the engine turned off. Then he pulled away, straightened out his shirt, and stumbled out of the back door before turning to help me out.

  Then we walked hand in hand up to the front doors, pushed into the lobby, and half stumbled to the elevator.

  The ride up was just as hot and steamy as the drive over.

  Aaron’s hands were all over me, and I wasted no time popping open the top buttons of his white shirt. There were wrinkles in the front where I’d gathered it up in my fists. As he nipped at my lips, I pulled his shirt out from his jeans and began undoing the buttons at the bottom, working my way up to meet the ones I’d already undone around the collar.

  His hands closed over mine once the final button was open to stop me from stripping his shirt off right there in the elevator. “Wait.”

  “I don’t want to,” I whispered.

  Aaron rewarded me with a lopsided smile as the doors slid open. Then he stepped out and flicked his fingers in a come-hither motion, beckoning for me to follow him down the hall to his front door.

  Once we were inside, he kicked out of his shoes. Mine were a pain in the ass to get off, so I didn’t bother. I was too preoccupied with getting his lips back on mine as soon as possible.

  Aaron locked the door and turned to me. His shirt hung open, revealing a body that surprised me.

  His lean frame meant he didn’t have much fat on him. His abs were sharp, his chest was taut, and there was a delicious strip of dark hair leading from his navel to the waistband of his pants.

  I almost started drooling when he took his glasses off and tossed them on the table by the front door. Then he came toward me, one slow step at a time, until he was close enough to cup my cheek, make me woozy with more kisses, and promptly sweep me up off my feet so he could carry me to his bedroom.

  When we ducked through the door, I stole a look at his bedroom. I hadn’t seen it in the two weeks I’d been here.

  His walls were dark gray and trimmed with white crown molding. The south-facing wall was all windows, but the curtains were closed, plunging the room into near darkness, save for the light shining in through the under-counter lighting in his bathroom that gave the room a blue glow.

  He tossed me down on his bed, and I sank into the plush mattress and found myself surrounded by his black bedding. The room was masculine but chic and smelled like him. Citrus and musk and mint.

  Aaron shrugged out of his shirt. I watched, completely absorbed in how devilishly hot he was without his glasses or button up on. He was almost an entirely different man. He looked bigger somehow, stronger. The muscles in his arms flexed as he undid his belt. He left his pants on and descended upon me on the bed.

  I let out a surprised giggle as he pinned me beneath him and pressed yet more kisses to my skin. Then he lifted his face to look up at me. “Are we doing this?”

  I plunged my fingers into his hair. “There’s no going back now.”

  “Thank God.”

  “Eager, are we?”

  “I have to know what’s under that dress. It’s killing me.”

  “Killing you?” I teased, cocking my head to the side as I gazed up at him. “A little dramatic, no?”

  Aaron slid off the bed and pulled me up with him. “Take it off.”

  If I was being honest, I liked how hard he was trying to maintain control. I could tell by the hard set of his jaw that he was holding himself back. I felt very desired and beautiful as I put my back toward him and drew my hair over my shoulder. “Unzip me?”

  His fingers worked to draw the zipper down my back and undo my dress. I kept my back toward him as I shimmied it down my thighs and calves and stepped out of it. Now, in nothing but panties and a bra, I decided to put on a show, teasing him by taking my bra off first and wiggling my ass for him. Then I stripped out of my panties, drew them all the way down to my ankles, making sure he had a spectacular view as I did so, and stood up, sweeping my hair over one shoulder as I turned toward him to show him everything.

  “Fuck me,” he breathed.

  “No,” I cooed, stepping toward him and putting a hand upon his chest. “Fuck me.”

  Aaron let out a primal growl before pushing me backward until the back of my knees hit the bed. I fell back, and he loomed over me, soaking in the view before dropping down to worship my breasts with kisses. He suckled at my nipples until they were hard, then made his way down the line of my stomach, all the way down to my pussy, where he pushed my legs apart and kissed the inside of my thighs and the groove of my hip.

  It was almost unbearable.

  But I waited until he finally grazed my clit with his tongue. The pleasure was toe-curling, eye-crossing, breath-stealing levels of intense. I trembled, whimpered, and reached for him as he pushed my legs up and ran his tongue down my slit, lapping at my juices as he used his free hand to work his jeans off.

  He was masterful with his tongue. So masterful that he had me panting and moaning in seconds.

  When he eased a finger inside me, I unraveled. I muffled my own cry in his sheets as I came, and when I was done, he popped up to his feet, smiling with boyish pride, and padded over to his nightstand, where he retrieved a condom. Then he came back to stand between my legs and put the condom on my stomach so he could tug his boxers down.

  “Why, hello there,” I said, admiring the cock curving toward his navel.

  Aaron arched an eyebrow at me.

  I bit my bottom lip as he tore open the condom and rolled it on. I was pleasantly surprised by what he was working with. Thick. Long. Swollen.

  I spread my legs for him. Aaron stepped in close and ran his cock along my opening. I had the sense he wanted to prolong the moment, but we were both too far past patience. He pushed into me, and I gripped the sheets as he filled me up.

  “Oh shit,” I breathed as I took all of him inside me.

  He slowed.

  “Keep going,” I pleaded.

  Aaron did as I said. He started slow and steady, just like his kisses. He worked me over until my body was ready for him, and then he quickened his speed, rocking against me in an exquisite rhythm. And while he fucked me, he pressed a thumb to my clit.

  The pleasure was maddening.

  I rolled my hips. Aaron dropped down over me, bracing himself on one hand while his hips worked. I was so wet, my pussy so hungry for him, that neither of us were going to last long at all.

  I reached up and hooked an arm around his neck to pull him down to me. He came down low and gave me a sweet kiss. I pushed my tongue between his teeth, desperate for all of him, for more, and lifted my hips.

  He moaned into my mouth. I moaned back. It was like we were singing a passionate song together that nobody would ever want to listen to but us.

  “Fuck,” Aaron growled.

  Then he gave in. He straightened, grabbed my ankles, and pinched my legs together. He pushed them back and leaned over me, pushing himself deeper into my pussy.

  I cried out with pleasure as the pressure below my belly built.

  Aaron’s teeth were clenched as he fucked me hard and fast until I screamed his name at the ceiling. As soon as I came, he lost control and bucked wildly against me until he climaxed too. Then he slowed, and we both broke apart to catch our breath and reel in the stillness after the wild sex.

  Aaron collapsed on the bed beside me, and we
both breathed heavily at the ceiling.

  He turned his head toward me. “I didn’t expect that.”

  I closed my eyes and smiled. “Me neither.”

  Chapter 12

  Aaron

  I cracked open one eye and peered blurrily around my bedroom. The sun was trying to shine in around the edges of my dark curtains, but the minimal amount of light that came through was only enough to cast the room into a muted gray. This was how I liked it because with my wonky writing schedule, it didn’t matter what time of day I slept and when I woke. All that mattered was I rested enough to be able to sit down and write.

  But with my fat head and slight dizziness, I found myself wishing I could see sunlight.

  Memories of last night came trickling back to me as I rolled onto my back and rubbed at my aching eyes.

  Piper and I dancing. Her ass in my crotch, her hands all over me, her bare legs wrapped around me as I knelt before her in the back seat of the SUV on our way home from the club.

  I smiled in disbelief and wonder as I ran my hands down my face and continued grinning like an idiot at the ceiling.

  I still wasn’t sure how last night had happened, but it had, and I was fucking glad for it.

  Piper was a rare creature. She’d drawn something out of me last night that I never knew was slumbering in the deep, as if waiting for the right person to beckon it into the light. It appeared that Piper was that person.

  I couldn’t say I was surprised. I’d known within days that there was something about her that was unmatched in any other soul I’d ever met. She was equally as wild as she was calm; the perfect storm in all senses.

  I turned my head to admire her in her sleep.

  Piper was lying on her stomach. She was tangled up in my sheets, which were draped over her hip but not over her raised left leg. Her back was exposed, and her breasts were crushed beneath her, leaving just a bit of full milky flesh showing. Her hair was a disaster and strewn about my pillows in an almost magnificent way. How it had happened naturally in her sleep, I had no idea.