Page 31 of The Fire Captain's Unexpected Baby
Aaron taking charge in the bedroom is everything I thought I didn’t need. There’s no way Ican’tdraw the parallels between this experience and the one I just had with Alexander.
Alexander looked at me with disgust when he saw the softest parts of my body. His hands stilled when he saw the silver stretch marks on my hips, the places where my body grew to accommodate the child I love.
I don’t know what Aaron sees when he looks at me, but it is obviously not the same thing.
When he pulled my clothes off, he took in every inch of my skin like it was a marvel. Like it was part of a piece of art he had never seen before, but wanted to study every square inch before the museum closed.
It was pure. It was desire. It wasperfect.
Which is why I don’t hesitate when he asks where the bed is. I wrap myself around him as tightly as I can, nibbling on his earlobe so that he can keep his eyes open as he carries me upstairs and down the hall.
We slam into the walls, colliding with picture frames for more hungry kisses that can’t wait. He’s growing impatient, and so am I. If the first orgasm was that good, what will the second one be like?
Aaron manages to guide us through the bedroom door before he drops me onto the mattress. He breathes hard from the effort of carrying me and holding himself back.
His pupils are blown wide as he rounds the corner of the bed, considering what he wants to do next. I move to sit up, but he pushes me back down gently, watching my body with careful attention.
“There’s something I want to do,” he says, his voice low and even a bit dangerous.
Something about the unknown sends a thrill from the crown of my head down to the soles of my feet, making my toes curl.
He watches my face as he strips out of his clothes. His shirt gets tossed to the side, his muscled chest rippling as he reaches downfor his pants. But he doesn’t immediately shuck them off. He carefully unwinds his belt and tugs it free of the belt loops.
“You can stop me anytime,” he promises, holding the belt.
What he wants to do clicks into place.
A giggle rises, but dies just as quickly when he reaches for my wrist and wraps the belt around it. In a matter of just moments, he has me tied to the bed.
I tug, and it doesn’t come free.
“Please don’t leave me here,” I whimper, trying to trust him.
“I’m definitely not going to leave you here.” He climbs onto the bed with me, making it clear that he intends to finish what he started.
He secures my other hand over my head and pins it there with his grip. Then, he climbs on top of me and kisses me deeply, letting me feel his weight against me. His chiseled body presses into every soft curve of mine.
He pinches my nipples, which turn into hard peaks for him. My back arches, the shift positioning him against my entrance. A moan tears from his throat, eyes squeezed shut.
“Condom,” he grits out, reaching for the discarded clothes on the floor to grab his wallet. The foil packet tears open with ease, and he rolls it onto his cock. “Open those legs for me, baby.”
Obediently, I open my legs. He pushes into me less gently than I anticipated. The first thrust is slow, giving me time to adjust to his thickness, his length. Once seated deep inside of me, he gives me a chance to catch my breath.
Then, he pulls back and thrusts into me again, harder.
One hand reaches between us, his thumb circling my swollen clit while he thrusts into me with increasing speed. The wetness between my legs grows, making me desperate for him to thrust into me. I lift my hips to give him a better angle.
“Be a good girl,” he growls into my ear. “Come for me again.”
That single command is all it takes for me to climax again. It feels more intense this time with him buried inside of me, still pushing deep. The sound I make is loud, uninhibited. I bite his shoulder to muffle it.
It must be what he needs because he finally lets go, too. The suddenness of his release reminds me that he wants this—wantsme. My body can do this to him. My body can make him lose control.
Aaron is a strong man, but I’m the one who makes him come undone in my bedroom.
He rolls off me with a soft kiss on my lips to discard the condom, and then returns to drape an arm tenderly across my stomach. I shiver at the chill in the room. Goosebumps rise across my chilled skin, creating new sensations as he lazily lies beside me.
I reach for the blankets to cover myself, forgetting my tied wrist.
