CHAPTER NINETEEN
I sat up naked against the cushions, only because Aidan wouldn’t allow me to dress. Aidan handed me a cup of coffee. “I hope that’s okay. Are you hungry?”
“No, the coffee is fine. I can grab something later.”
Semi-dressed himself, Aidan’s naked torso was a serious turn-on as I sipped on the delicious cup of coffee. “Do you need something?” I asked, watching him walk about combing back his hair with his hand.
He kneeled by the bed. “Yes—you.”
Good answer! I pulled back the covers and tapped the bed, my thighs sticky from our last round of sex. Or was that lovemaking?
“What a sight,” he said. As his hands caressed my breasts, I noticed his erection pushing against his shorts. “I can’t—I have to go.” Aidan stood up. “You can stay. Finish your coffee.”
I jumped out of bed. “No, I’ll come with you. I won’t know how to get the boat started otherwise,” I said, tying my sarong around my waist. “I suppose it’s only about two hundred meters back to shore, I could swim.”
Aidan laughed. “You’re adorable.” He brushed my cheek. “It’s not a difficult swim, I grant. I’ve seen you fly in the water, sexy mermaid. I’m sure you can manage it. But I don’t want you to.”
“I could do it with ease,” I said defensively.
He held me again. “I can get Linus to come over.” His eyes moved up and down my body. “Although… come to think of it, I wouldn’t want him to see you in that see-through sarong.” He ran his hands along my thighs.
“I’d prefer him not to see me either.”
Aidan tilted his head, a faint smile forming. “Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“Of course not, but this is a little tricky,” I said, heading for the upper deck to retrieve my one-piece. “Have I got time to dress?” I asked. “I’m naked under this sarong.”
Aidan squeezed my bottom cheek as he followed me up the stairs. “I’ve noticed, and I want to fuck you so much that I’m having trouble moving.”
“You’re insatiable.” I laughed.
“Around you I am. I wish I didn’t have this damn meeting.”
“What time’s your flight?” I asked, pulling my swimsuit up.
“Anytime I want. It’s my plane,” he said casually, as if everyone owned a plane. “It’s just that I have to be there by eleven o’clock. I can get there thirty minutes late, however.” Aidan stroked my tousled, just-been-fucked-hair.
“I must look a mess.”
“You’re even more incredibly stunning. I love your hair out and wild.” He tucked a strand behind my ear and kissed me again. He took my hand and led me off the impressive yacht.
Once we were back to the shore, Aidan lifted me off the dinghy and onto the jetty. I could have just as easily stepped onto it. But he insisted, holding me longer than necessary with those strong, muscular arms. Aidan’s eyes were on mine. As I caught a whiff of him my pulse raced and a throb caused an ache in my pussy—a delicious reminder of Aidan being inside me.
In what would have made a fantastic advertisement for anything relating to male products, Aidan’s strong muscles flexed as he tethered the boat to the pier. Just to add to my already aroused state, he swept his golden-brown hair away from his handsome face. For someone who hadn’t slept, he looked fresh, especially with that healthy tan. But best of all were Aidan’s blue eyes that reflected the delicate turquoise sky and blue sea.
Arm in arm, we walked to the stairs. I stopped and turned to look at Aidan. “Do you want me to wait for a few minutes?”
Aidan frowned. “Why?”
How could he be so relaxed? “I just thought people might talk,” I said, following him up the uneven rocky steps.
“Don’t you worry your pretty head about anything,” Aidan said with a knock-out smile. He took my hand again, and we ascended the rocky climb.
“I love these steps. They remind me of some ancient city in Europe,” I said, panting from the steep incline.
“That was the first thing I thought when I walked down them.”
When we arrived at the top, Aidan took me into his arms and held me so close that his heart thumped against my chest. “I wish I didn’t have to go away.”
“How long will you be gone?”
He exhaled slowly. “Two long weeks.” From his pocket, he produced a phone and pressed a few buttons. My phone pinged. “I just sent you my number. Call me, text me, anything. Only keep in touch.” Aidan stroked my cheek and kissed me again. His tongue entered my parted lips as a cogent reminder of his passionate claim on me.
I pulled away. “You better go. I’m holding you up.”
“Call me.” Aidan remained before me. I was the first to leave, carrying away an after-burn from his smoldering gaze.