Chapter Twenty-Two
Emma
A heat crawls up my body, traveling through every pore. It starts between my thighs. I usually wake up groaning, but never moaning. My hips rise off the bed.
“Oh my God.”
His tongue flicks my clit and I almost loose it.
“What are you doing, Aiden?” I attempt to ask, but it comes out garbled gibberish.
“I’m eating you out, Cooper. Should I stop?”
“No, oh God, don’t stop.”
I blink my eyes open, adjusting to the light. But they widen at the sight of him between my legs. The phone rings, slicing through my ecstasy. I turn my head toward it. He grasps my hips, pulling me closer to him.
“No.”
“No?”
“Ignore it.”
It goes silent. Or maybe my moans drown it out. He hooks a leg over each of his shoulders. I can see and feel everything he is doing to me. The scruff on his face tickles the skin on my thighs.
The phone rings again, invading our solitude. It’s our wake-up call. Neither of us wants to wake-up. He thrusts his tongue inside of me. My body convulses with pleasure.
“Aiden, come here. Let me do something for you.”
His laugh is a sexy growl. “Kitten, you think I’m not getting off on this? You are doing something for me.”
He kisses the inside of each thigh and continues.
The sharp rattle of the phone pierces through the sounds of my crazy climax.
“Aiden, we have to answer it.”
“Why?” he asks, lifting his head while his fingers needle my hips.
“It’s almost check out time. We have to go.”
“Answer it, then. I’m busy.” His lips brush my thighs again. Can you die from pleasure? I’m about to find out.
“Pick up the phone, Cooper. Tell them we’ll need another night at this very fine establishment.”
“What?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself. I’m trying to focus on my task.” He buries his tongue inside me again.
I almost drop the receiver, my hands are shaking so hard. He doesn’t stop. I interrupt the front desk person before they start in on their spiel. “We’d like another night. Do you have an opening?” I blurt it all out so it sounds like one word and not a complete sentence.
The person says a few things and types some more. “We should be able to accommodate you.”
Aiden’s tongue hits my clit.
“Yes!”
“Well, we’re happy you’re enjoying your stay.”
“The best stay ever.”
“Anything else, miss?”
He’s almost there but not quite. I adjust Aiden’s head, guiding him to where I need him most. Then he hits the magical spot. “Yes!”
“Excuse me? Are you all right?” the man on the phone asks.
“Yes,” I say, more like a normal person should.
Aiden ramps up and his tongue unravels me inch by inch. This time, I do drop the receiver because all my energy is going into this epic climax.
Aiden catches the handset. He smiles at me, his hand ruffling though my hair before he puts the phone to his ear. “Can you have room service bring us up a couple of lean steaks with a side of whatever fresh vegetables you have?” He looks down at me and holds the phone away for a second. “You want something else, angel?”
Did he call me angel? It’s such a sweet term of endearment, especially after the naughty things he just did to me. “No, sounds good to me.”
He puts the phone to his ear again “Yeah, one bloody and one medium rare. But can you wait at least an hour before you put them on the grill?”
Aiden traces my lips with his finger. I open my mouth and suck it, root to tip. His eyes widen with lust.
His voice goes raspy, “Make it an hour and a half, and please make sure we are not disturbed before then.” He clears his throat. “Thank you, it’s already a great day. You have a good one, too.” He drops the phone.
“Where were we?” He runs his lips up my neck.
“We shouldn’t stay another night.” Even as I make the statement, I want to take it back.
“Why not, angel?” He makes his way across my jawline. “We need a day to bum around.”
I yank his hair, pulling his head up so he meets my eyes. “Have you ever bummed around a single day of your life, Aiden Sheffield?”
“Can’t say I have, but what better time to start than today?” Aiden’s mouth crushes mine, the taste of my arousal still fresh on his lips. “Besides, we need to do laundry.”
“Yeah, laundry.”
“And we can lie out by the pool.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers, applying gentle but firm pressure.
I am about to explode again. “Yeah, the pool.”
He slides his rough calloused hands down my sides, scorching my flesh. “There’re a lot of other things I’d enjoy doing with you and to you.”
Oh Aiden, stop selling what’s sold.