Summer Heat (18 page)

He had a terrific ass.
Round and firm and perfect for grabbing onto and pulling his cock tighter
inside her. An excited dampening gathered between her legs at the thought of
making love with him again.

They hadn’t traveled
far when Aidan slowed the engine, maneuvering into a dark cove. He dropped the
anchor, then turned to her and held out his hand.

“Let’s go below.”

She followed him down
the stairs and into a beautiful living area. Walnut cabinets shined above
sparkling kitchen counters and sink. Directly next to the kitchen was a small
living room, complete with television, wet bar and white leather chaise couch.
Further down the hall was a private bedroom larger than she expected.

“Dad is very tall so he
didn’t want a cracker box for a bedroom in here,” Aidan explained as he led her
through the doorway. A large bed centered the room. Two large windows let the
moonlight in and a decent sized bathroom with a shower stood off to the right.

Primarily, she focused
on the bed. And on Aidan. The heat between them simmered until it was visible,
wavering lines like a force field between them.

Aidan crossed those
lines and stood before her, as if waiting for her to give the signal that she
wanted to move forward.

Did she? She’d spent an
entire week keeping her distance from him, playing this game that they both
played so well, only to fall in love with him anyway, despite the fact she knew
they could have no future together.

The boat rocked and she
wobbled a bit. Aidan reached out to steady her and she gazed up at his face,
his eyes so dark they seemed inhuman, the heat all but roaring out from every
pore of his skin.

One step forward and
she’d be lost. She should ask him to take her back. Logically, she knew being
with him was pointless. Other than a brief physical relief, they would soon go
their separate ways. He wasn’t in love with her, he wouldn’t ask her to stay
and she had no business putting her heart out there for him to stomp on.

But God help her, she
loved him, and couldn’t walk away right now. She leaned into him, circled her
arms around his shoulders and breathed him in.

“Make love to me,
Aidan, and hurry. It’s been too damn long already.”

He sucked in a breath
and pulled her toward him roughly, not bothering with foreplay or being gentle.
Thank God. She couldn’t wait much longer. Already her desire for him bubbled
over. She was wet, impatient, her nipples strained hard against her dress and
if he didn’t touch her soon she’d reach between her legs and do it herself.

“No, you won’t. Your
body is mine right now, and I’ll be the one doing the touching.”

“Quit reading my mind,”
she hissed as he yanked the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts. She
pushed them forward into his eager hands, rewarded with dark laughter that made
her blood sizzle.

He pulled the clip from
her hair, letting the strands fall over her shoulders and breasts. Then he took
her mouth, plunging his tongue inside as if he were starving for her.

She knew that feeling
of utter hunger, and gave him back all that he took. Her moans permeated the
still night as he grasped her breasts and gently squeezed, then circled his
thumbs over her throbbing nipples.

When he bent down and
sucked one hard peak into his hot mouth, she whimpered. His tongue bathed her,
his teeth nipped at the aching nub, and when she thought she couldn’t handle
one more second, he lifted his head and smiled. Before she could catch a breath
he attacked the other breast, torturing it in the same sweet way. Desire pooled
between her legs. She reached down to massage her clit but he grabbed her wrist
and shook his head.

“Uh uh, 
mon
 
cher
.
That’s mine.”

Long past the point of
coherent logic, she dug her nails into his shoulders when he bent down on his
knees and faced her flaming heat. “Suck my clit, Aidan,” she commanded, shocked
that the words escaped her lips, but wanting it too much to care whether she’d
been improper or not. She’d already done more shockingly intimate things in the
past few weeks than she had her entire life.

“Your wish is my
command, 
mademoiselle
,” he teased, then smoothed his hands over her
hips, his touch leaving a fiery trail of want and need. When he reached the
bare skin of her thigh at the end of her dress, he squeezed, then pulled her
legs apart. Resting his palm on her stomach he pushed her gently against the
bed until she sat. Then he pulled off her shoes, taking his sweet damn time to
kiss every one of her toes, then her ankles, then her calves…

“Aidan, now,” she
cried.

“Yes?”

“Lick me.”

“Sure.” His hot tongue
blazed a trail over her knee.

“Not there.”

“Here, then?”

A warm, wet sweep
covered her thigh.

“No.” He was doing this
on purpose. “Higher.”

“Higher? Like here?” When
his fingers lifted her dress above her hips and his tongue trailed a fiery
blaze up her inner thigh, she panted out loud like a heated animal.

“Yes. There. To the
left.”

He moved to her outer
thigh and she grabbed his head to direct him where she wanted him, so
frustrated she could scream. “Not 
your
 left, you idiot! 
My
left!”

“Cranky, aren’t you?”
he murmured against her skin.

This torture had to
stop. “Aidan. Lick my pussy. Make me come. Now, dammit.”

“I think you’ve waited
long enough,” he said, but his words barely registered because right then his
mouth blew a soft gust of heated wind against her damp panties. She shivered at
the near contact, and whimpered when his hands brushed her hips, dragging her
panties down her legs. The cool air inside the cabin swirled against her heated
sex. Instinctively she lifted her hips, waiting for his mouth.

“
V
ous êtes si beau
 
“

Her 
mind registered the language and responded
without thinking.

“
M
erci, ainsi soyez vous
.”

He laughed. “So, you
think I’m beautiful, too?”

Is that what she said?
How could she think when his head hovered between her legs, studying her
intently, his eyes glazed over with passion, his lips wet. “Yes, you’re
beautiful. Now make me come.”

“Boy, you sure are
demanding when you’re horny. If I didn’t—”

“Goddamit Aidan are you
going to lick my pussy or am I going to have to make myself come?”

His brows rose and he
smiled. “Yes ma’am. Getting right to it, ma’am.”

She made a mental note
to torture him mercilessly later on. That note disappeared into the night as
his mouth covered her clit and he sucked She arched her back and lifted her
hips, grinding her mound against his greedy lips. With expert finesse he
painted her throbbing sex with his tongue, stroking until fireworks exploded
behind her eyes.

“Oh yes, just like
that. Don’t stop.” She reached down and held his head in place while his mouth
worked magic. When he slid his tongue inside her and lapped up her juices, she
bit down on her hand to keep from screaming. When he slid two fingers inside
her and pumped quickly, then flicked her sensitive clit with his tongue and
mouth she did scream, bucking against his mouth and exploding in an orgasm so
intense her body felt on fire.

She sank into the
mattress, trying to breathe, trying to focus, unsuccessfully scrambling for
some form of coherence. The bed shifted under Aidan’s weight and when she
opened her eyes he was naked and beside her. Without a word he grabbed her
dress which had bunched up around her middle and slid it over her hips,
discarding it onto a nearby chair. He slipped his hands around her waist and
pulled her against him, his engorged penis pressing intently against the moist
curls of her mound.

She reached for him,
wrapping her fingers around his heated flesh, knowing exactly what she wanted
to do with him. With a smile on her face she kissed him, her juices mingling
with his own sweet taste, and then slid down the length of him, trailing hot
licks along his chest, nipples and abdomen until she reached his hardened
length.

“Oh yeah, baby,” she
heard him moan just as she took his cock into her mouth and sucked him in deep.
She’d make this night memorable for Aidan.

As memorable as it was
going to be for her.

The smooth head of
Aidan’s cock slid effortlessly down Melissa’s throat and he let loose a
guttural groan. Pleasing a man had never been as important to her as it was
right now. She licked the underside of his shaft, learning every ridge and bump
until she developed a rhythm that seemed to make him crazy.

Oh yeah. She loved
driving him wild, listening to his pleasured moans, feeling his hips rise off
the bed to pump his cock further down her throat.

She pulled her mouth
away, licking the sweet head of its juices, and stroked him with both hands,
closing her mouth over the very tip and sucking while she pulled the shaft.

“Christ, Lissa, that’s
good,” he said, his gaze riveted to the motions of her mouth and hands.

She smiled at him, then
sat back on her heels and watched for his reaction.

“What’s wrong?” he
asked.

“Nothing.”

“Then why did you
stop?”

“Just admiring you. You
have a gorgeous body.”

“Uh, thanks. Now can
we—”

“I especially love your
chest.” She reached up and scraped his chest lightly, then flicked her thumbs
over his nipples. They distended against her fingers.

“Thank you. Now about
that blow—”

“Although, you have a
beautiful face, too. Like a Michelangelo painting, I could sit and stare at it
all day.”

As if a light bulb had
just gotten brighter, he frowned. “Melissa.”

“Yes?” she said,
blinking innocently.

“Get back to what you
were doing.”

“You mean admiring your
chest, waxing poetically over your face?”

“No.”

“What then?”

He pointed south to the
wavering flag of his erection. “Down there.”

“Down…oh, down there.
Yes, your thighs are very strong, muscular, not too thick, but not wimpy,
either.”

“Dammit, woman that’s
not what I meant!” His eyes narrowed and he blew out a frustrated breath.

She fought back the
giggle that threatened to burst from her throat and said, “Oh, you mean this.”
She moved between his legs and once again grasped his cock in her hands. His
eyes rolled closed when she squeezed the shaft and licked the drops of fluid
spilling over the tip.

“Yessss, that.”

“I have an idea.”

“No, don’t stop.” He
groaned, the sound echoing his frustration.

“Oh, you’ll like this.
Trust me.”

His dubious expression
led her to believe he wasn’t going for the trust angle, but she said, “Close
your eyes, Aidan.”

Obviously more
intrigued than doubtful, he shut his eyes. She turned around and faced his
feet, positioning herself into a squatting position over his erection. She
licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come, knowing how he filled her
completely, knowing how easily she’d slide down over his shaft, and knowing his
visual pleasure would be incredibly enhanced in this position.

“Don’t open your eyes
until I tell you.”

“Fine,” he said, his
voice tight. “Just do something.”

She smiled at his
demanding tone and eased down until she the tip of his cock brushed against her
outer folds. She closed her eyes for a second, taking in the pleasure shocks.
Continuing on, she enveloped him, inch by ecstatic inch until he was completely
buried inside her. She leaned forward and rested her palms on either side of
his knees.

“Open your eyes,
Aidan.”

“
Merde
, Lissa!”

She smiled in
satisfaction. She knew he’d enjoy the view of her pussy enveloping him. “You
like that?” She lifted slightly, then dropped down, letting him watch his cock
disappear inside her.

“Oh, hell yeah I like
it. Damn, you’re beautiful.”

She rocked back and
forth against him, lifting her butt up and down, shocks of pleasure hitting her
g-spot each time she took his shaft in. She could come right now but forced
herself to hold back, positioning her body so that he wouldn’t hit the spot
that would send her over the edge.

“Tell me what you see,”
she urged.

Aidan reached for her
hips, guiding her movements. “You have a beautiful ass, so firm and tight. Did
I mention I want to fuck you in the ass some day, Lissa?”

She shuddered,
imagining his cock pressed tightly in her ass, wondering if it would be as
pleasurable as it was in her pussy. “Go on.”

“Your soft lips grab on
to my cock when I pull back, like you don’t want to let go of it. Then they
swallow it up when I slide back inside, and I can watch it go into you inch by
inch until it disappears. Damn, that’s hot.”

“It feels good this
way, Aidan.” His shaft pointed right at the pleasure spot inside her, and when
she shifted against him her clit hit his pelvic bone, sending shards of wicked
sensation through her.

The rocking motions of
the boat increased as their movements intensified. Melissa heard the low roar
of thunder and glanced out the window in time to see a jagged streak of
lightning hit the water in front of them.

Hard drops of rain
began to pelt the boat’s deck.

“A storm’s coming,” she
said, wondering if they should head to land.

“This Storm is gonna
come soon, too. Forget about the weather. I’ve got it under control.”

Of course he did. Why
had she even worried when she knew the storm outside was in direct relation to
the escalating sensations felt by Aidan?

“Should I try to calm
you down?” she teased, knowing she’d be unable to calm her own internal storm,
let alone his.

“Hell, no. Fuck me,
Lissa.”

She did, grinding
against his shaft. His fingers dug into her buttocks and he lifted her, then
slammed her down against him, hard. She threw her head back and looked up at
the ceiling, watching the rain come down in the room. Arcs of lightning struck
as pleasure fingers caressing her body, knowing that Aidan touched her wherever
a white hot flash seared her skin, knowing this was as intense as it had ever
been between them. And she felt the connection, too. Suddenly, she had the
power.

She reached her arms up
over her head, not at all surprised to see light streaming from each of her
fingertips to hit the ceiling and crash down around Aidan, who groaned out loud
and pumped furiously against her. His magic poured through her and shot around
the room. She was completely immersed in him, a part of him.

It was all too much—the
sensations spiraling together until the spasms pummeled her, coaxing her
violently over the edge.

“I’m coming,” she
whimpered when the last shot of electricity struck her throbbing clit. She
exploded around him, crying out as her climax hit and squeezed her body around
his. She grabbed for his thighs and held on tight as he shouted her name and
spilled inside her with one hard, deep thrust.

When it was over, when
she could breathe again, she slipped off and fell onto the bed next to him. He
gathered her in his arms and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

“Tell me about the
magic,” she urged, trailing her fingers through the hairs on his chest.

His fingers traced her
cheekbone and jaw, his eyes full of the emotion she felt. “It just is.
Something that I was born with, the power of summer and all that goes with
it—heat, rain, thunder and lightning.”

“How do you control
it?”

He laughed. “Sometimes
I don’t, as you’ve seen. But I can’t really describe the sensations. They’re
like part of me, deep inside, and I can call them up at will. Even adjust the
weather patterns if it’s raining on a day I wanna play golf.”

She giggled. “How
convenient.”

“You bet it is.”

“Does anyone outside
the family know about it?”

“No. Well, you do,
now.”

That simple statement
made her feel as if she’d made the right decisions all along. He’d so easily
let her see his powers, first more subtle, now all of them, and never once
asked if she’d keep them a secret, or worried she’d run to the tabloids with
the story.

And she wouldn’t—ever.
Maybe he’d instinctively known that.

There were so many more
things she needed to say to him, to ask him, so many emotions she wanted to
express, even if they did no good to tell him. But she knew neither of them had
the energy left and she closed her eyes, content for now to fall asleep in the
arms of the man she loved.

* * * * *

Aidan woke with a start
and sat up, then blinked the sleep of the dead from his eyes and concentrated
on his surroundings.

He looked down at the
slumbering beauty next to him and grinned.

Oh yeah.

They had motored back
to the family’s dock last night, then made love again, this time leisurely
until they drifted off into each other’s arms. They hadn’t even spoken, just
kissed and touched. He’d slid his shaft inside her sweet pussy and stroked her
to another orgasm, her tight contractions sending him over the edge again too.

Then they’d passed out.

The sun shone brightly
inside the cabin. It had to be way past dawn—time to get up and hightail it out
of there. Besides, he heard his mother’s whispers outside on the deck.

He reached in a drawer
and grabbed a pair of shorts, dressing quickly. He walked outside and scratched
his head, squinting in the morning light. “Morning.”

“Morning to you, too,”
his mother replied, beaming proudly as if he’d just had a wedding night.

That glimmer in her
eyes didn’t bode well.

“I brought you two some
breakfast. Just croissants and coffee. When you’re ready for something more
substantial, come inside.”

“How do you know Melissa’s
here?”

She shot him her
trademark give-me-a-break look, which didn’t even require a response from him.
She just knew.

He took the tray from
her and motioned her to the tiny round table secured to the deck. They sat on
the cushioned benches and he poured a cup of steaming coffee. “I had a great
time yesterday, Mom. Thank you for the party.”

“You’re welcome. Thank
your father and brother and sisters, too. They all had a hand in the planning.”

He nodded. “I will, but
I also know who the mastermind around here is.”

She giggled. When she
did she looked so much younger than her mid-fifties. Even now, her face held
the beauty she’d been when she was in her twenties. And her dark eyes sparkled
like they had when he was a child.

“I’m glad you were
surprised,” she said, patting his cheek.

He laughed and took a
deep swallow of coffee. “Surprised is an understatement.”

“And how were things
last night with Lissa?”

“Mom. You know I’m not
going to discuss my sex life with you.” His face heated at the uncomfortable
prospect.

“That’s not what I
meant. Have you two settled things?”

“Like what?”

“Like your destinies.
Like what happens next.”

“Nothing happens next.”

Angelina leaned back
and crossed her arms. “So, you’re just going to let her leave for Boston at the
end of the week?”

Was he? What other
choices did he have? “I guess so.”

“You disappoint me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not one
to give up so easily on something you want. You’ve always worked hard at
reaching your goals.”

Aidan laughed. “Lissa’s
hardly a goal, Mom.”

She waved her hand in
the air. “Destiny, goals, what’s the difference?”

He didn’t want to be
having this conversation with his mother. Hell, he didn’t even want to think
beyond what would happen today, this moment. “Things will happen the way
they’re supposed to. You’ve always told me that.”

“True. And yet
sometimes you have to give destiny a little nudge in the right direction.”

“What if I don’t want
to?”

She leaned forward and
caressed his cheek, the same tender touch she’d used when he was a child. “Only
you can answer that, 
mon fils
.”

She was right. The only
problem was, in order to answer the question, he’d have to acknowledge it. He’d
have to face his feelings, something he was never very good at.

“It’s time to grow up,
Aidan. Time to stop playing with the girls. Time to face your destiny.”

“And just what is my
destiny?”

She smiled slightly. “I
think you already know, but you don’t want to acknowledge it.”

He stood and turned to
look out over the lake, the water so calm not even a ripple marred the glassy
surface.

“How do you feel about
Lissa, Aidan?”

There it was. Out in
the open, the question he knew he had to answer, both for himself and for the
woman sleeping downstairs. “I’m in love with her, Mom.”