Page 106 of Remnants
But my body has other priorities that break through the haze of lust, ringing like alarm bells.
I tear away from the kiss, gasping for air so I can tell him, but his lips move to my neck without stopping. Biting and sucking his way down and sending cascading waves of ecstasy rolling through me. I try to speak, but a wanton moan slips out instead when his teeth pinch the crook of my neck, his tongue licking away the small biteof pain. His mouth paints a trail of pleasure to the mound of one breast, his hand quickly freeing it over the cup of my bra. I slide my fingers through his raven-black hair—to stop him, of course—until he sucks my nipple into his hot mouth, lighting me on fire. I thrust my pelvis into him, gasping and tugging his head closer as desire ripples from my breast to pulse between my legs.
“Jack!” I pant, clawing at his hair to pull him away even as much as my body arches into him, seeking more. “I need…ahh!” His tongue swirls my nipple, then flicks it, and I can feel its pleasure echo in my cunt. The urgent need to pee threatens to break, and I hurriedly rush the words out. “Wait. Stop. I have to go!”
Jackson lifts his head, confusion bleeding into his expression, but it’s enough space that I act, pushing and pulling myself free and then running to his ensuite bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
I’m part turned on, part horrified now, but he thankfully doesn’t chase after me. Once I’m done, I emerge with embarrassment crawling up my neck. Jack is dressed, his strong body covered up in black and baggy clothes that give no indication of what lies underneath. His hands are tucked in his kangaroo pocket, a comforting smile on his lips that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
He’s far from done with me, but he’s giving me this time to sort out my own needs first.
“I’m going to shower quick, and then I’ll meet you guys out there,” I tell him, pointing to the door. Aiden’s been keeping my clothes in his room, so I’ll use his shower.
Jackson nods once, then opens the door for me.
Stopping in front of him, I slide my hand up his chest and leaninto him. “We’ll finish this later, I promise.”
Not just because my body is still aching to continue what we started.
But because I know he needs me to soothe the chaos seething beneath the surface.
The Loft is on one of the highest floors of the Tower, giving it a view that reaches over most of the city. My favorite time to admire it is between night and day, like now. When I can see both the brilliant light of the sun burning the horizon and the deeper blues and purples of night higher in the sky until the colors blend between them. That moment when dark and light come together to form something beautiful.
It's just past dawn when I emerge, dressed and showered, and witness the unencumbered sight through the sliding glass doors. Aiden drags the door open before me, his hand fitting against the small of my back to guide me onto the balcony. We stop between potted trees and bushes against the chest-height glass panels.
I do my best not to look down or think about just how high up in the sky we are. I keep my focus outward, latching on to the colors painting the sky with hues so vibrant, no pictures or artwork could do it justice. A small part of me sees myself in dawn and dusk. Where light and dark can coexist. Where, maybe, one doesn’t look as beautiful without the other, and it’s seeing them together thatmakes them so special.
“I wish I could see the world through your eyes,” Aiden croons, drawing my attention to him. He slides his hand beneath my ear, his thumb grazing my cheekbone. His brown eyes are obsidian in the mixed lighting, boring into mine with a fierce and unapologetic hold. “What wonder and appreciation you feel when you find something new. Something extraordinary.”
My heart thunders beneath his intense stare, his soft touch. “What do you feel, then?”
“Nothing. I’ve never looked at something, even as stunning as I know it is, and felt anything for it.” He crooks a finger beneath my chin, angling my face to his as he leans in close, our lips a breath away from touching. “Except you. You’re the only one who can set my blood on fire. The only one who’s ever made me breathless. Who makes me lose my head in emotions I can barely understand because I’ve never felt them so profoundly before.”
The world around us stops. Narrows to the fraction of space between us, to his smooth-as-silk tone, and the words he’s feeding me like the finest of sweets. Drizzling me with warmth and pleasure as I’m mesmerized by his fervent gaze.
“I’ve never seen anything, anyone, and felt even a sliver of what I feel when I look at you, Raegan. Maybe I’m supposed to share those feelings with the rest of the beauty in this world, but we both know I’m a possessive man and to me, all that I am belongs to you. You are my everything.”
“Aiden…”
His lips brush against mine, featherlight and slow. He doesit again, and my chest feels like it’s going to burst. It’s like he’s tasting me for the first time, measured and deliberate, so he doesn’t miss a thing. Not the texture of our lips skimming together nor the heat of our breaths. I fist my hands into his button-down dress shirt, needing to feel the hard lines of his body against mine. His cinnamon body wash flavors the oxygen in the air until it’s all I can smell; all I can taste.
I’ve kissed hundreds of times, but it’s as if he’s reduced me to a desperate teenager, trembling with desire at every soft touch of his lips.
I part my mouth at his silent direction, holding back a moan when his tongue strokes mine, and my core turns molten with pleasure. He sinks deeper, his hand on my head, holding us as close as can be, even though I want more, need more. Aiden keeps the kiss painstakingly unhurried, and I think I might lose my mind if he doesn’t touch me. Ravish me on this balcony high above the city so my screams can echo to the world below. Take me against the glass…ruin its clarity with the press of my skin until it’s imprinted forever.
A throat clears, and Aiden leisurely withdraws, banding an arm around my shoulders to tuck me into his chest. I’m grateful for it because I’m unexpectedly lightheaded. It’s like the air’s been sucked from my lungs, leaving me shaky and disoriented.
“Food’s ready,” Dane announces.
“We’ll be in shortly.”
The sliding door closes, and I will my heart to calm as I catch my breath.
He lifts my face, his thumb grazing my lips. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah. Let’s go eat.”
Nodding his agreement, he leads me inside to a chair at the table between him and Dane. There are two new chairs they’ve pulled out of somewhere, giving six available seats.
