“Your flatmate isn’t home yet, is she?” he asks as he close the front door behind him.

“She’s with her not-my-boyfriend Cole playing the game.”

“Seriously?” He laughs. “Let me guess, she won’t be joining the raid anytime soon?”

“All she’s raiding is the armour repair store—” Aaron’s mouth crashes against mine and I stumble backwards against the kitchen table.

His kiss invades everywhere, sudden, but what I’ve wanted since the moment he walked in two hours ago. I drop back and steady myself on the table behind with one arm, gripping his head with the other.

He rests his forehead against mine, as our breath mingles. “Too soon?”

Aaron doesn’t need to ask, my reaction should be enough. I’d told myself I wouldn’t give in to the desire to revisit exactly how toe-curlingly amazing sex with this man is, but something happens to my brain whenever he touches me. It leaves.

“Not too soon.”

Aaron leans forwards, mouth still on mine, as he nudges my knees apart and pushes himself between my legs. Fingers touch my skin, sparking a memory of the last time we did this, one my body instantly responds to. I yank him by the t-shirt closer still, and push up the material to feel my skin against his. Real. Warm. Here.

“Is she due home any time soon?” he asks.

“No. I don’t think so, I—”

Aaron pulls me upwards, and I push his t-shirt higher until he takes the hint and pulls the material over his head. I want to drop back and close my eyes, hold this snapshot of him bare-chested and looking at me as if I’m his, but instead I pull my t-shirt off to match. I shift forward, and Aaron slides his arms around to my back, gripping me close, his mouth and hands possessive. Where our skin meets, the heat builds and I don’t care if I’m in the kitchen, I want him. I want to be his.

“I have some apologising to do,” he murmurs.

I shiver as he pulls the lace to one side and cups my breast before closing his mouth around my nipple. He circles his hot tongue, and a lightning-jolt trips along my spine and to my toes. Aaron’s days of scruff scratches my soft skin and I relish the sensation’s contrast with his soft lips as I hold his head against me.

Aaron slides a hand along my jeans, higher along my thigh until he reaches my zip, switching to hot kisses along my neck until he rests his lips on my pulse point. Our breath comes in hot, heavy unison and I tense as I wait for him to unbutton my jeans. He looks up at me, as he unzips I wriggle to help them out of the way.

The only barrier now is my lace panties, dampening with each kiss and touch. The ache builds as he traces fingers along my inner thigh and skims along the front. I grip his hair tighter, attempting to stay upright. And fail. Aaron’s mouth finds mine again, as he covers my body with his, and I make a soft noise as he moves to stroke my sensitive flesh. I push myself against his palm, as the kiss continues, and Aaron slides a finger between the lace and wet heat waiting for him.

“You’re absolutely sure she won’t be home in the next half hour?” Aaron’s darkened eyes reflect my own lust in this situation, and he smiles as he watches my parted-mouth reaction as he moves his finger inside me, and circles my clit. My body clenches and I push harder against his palm with need for more than this touch.

Much more.

I swallow and nod.

Without a word, Aaron steps back, and pushes me back against the table. He leisurely kisses me from my breasts to my belly, dipping his tongue into my navel, fingers working me as he does. I make a surprised noise as he grasps my legs and drags me to the table edge. One hand on my belly still, he kneels and kisses along my shaking leg, until his rapid, hot breath strokes my sensitive flesh.

Omigod he’s going to do this here and now and on the kitchen table and—white light arcs across my vision as Aaron drags his tongue along me, then closes his mouth around the bundle of nerves, teasing me inside with his finger. The toe-curling shocks running through intensify as he licks and sucks me, paying attention to each sound I make. Aaron grips my thighs, spreading my legs further as he runs his tongue along me, lapping my wetness.

His tongue skillfully strokes and teases as he sucks on my clit until I’m heading upwards again. This man can do things with his tongue I never imagined possible, each stroke pushing me further into a natural high, driving me to the blinding edge.

As my breathing turns ragged and my legs shake against him, Aaron presses his tongue harder against me matching the rhythm with pushing his fingers back inside, dragging me into an intensity I’ve never experienced. My vision blackens, and the orgasm shatters me; I lose control and half-scream his name as I come.

Aaron doesn’t stop, continuing to work me with his tongue and fingers. Pleasure comes in waves of aftershocks, and I’m unable to move, my whole body weakened against anything but what he’s doing.

“Stop now,” I breathe out.

Aaron does with a laugh, switching to kissing along my thigh again, before sitting back and looking up at me. I’m vulnerable in front of him, but don’t feel I am at all. His smug smile curls across his lips. I sit up and launch myself at him, and he steadies himself in surprise as my lips meet his, and my hands dig into his shoulders.

“I think we need to go into my bedroom,” I whisper, and rest my cheek on his shoulder.

Aaron stands and holds me beneath the ass, my legs locked around his waist. “Sounds like a good plan to me,” he says, voice hoarse.

As he effortlessly carries me from the room, in the direction of mine, I nip his ear. “I think we should’ve headed to my bedroom sooner.”

“Yeah, like weeks ago.”

Afterwards, we lie together with the same strange peace we had the first time; two people strangely comfortable with each other despite our bodies unfamiliarity. I listen to his heart thumping against my cheek and hope to hell he means what he said about trying to do this.

“I’m coming back,” he whispers against my hair.

“I should hope so,” I retort and poke him.

“A month.” He rolls over, hands either side of my head as he looks down. “I promise.”

The honesty is there, in his deep blue eyes, along with the same connection building each time we see each other. My heart swells at his words, that Aaron’s already talking about next time after seeking me out today.

Maybe this could happen.