Page 65 of Smuggler's Beauty

“Arms,” he said.

Evelyn removed her hand from Aiden’s hair and raised both hands above her head. She felt a hand at the base of her spine and leaned back into the support as her tank skimmed slowly over her breasts, the slide of the cotton grazing her hard nipples causing her to shudder.

Absolutely the right move to forgo the underthings. You’re a genius, Evelyn.

Aiden manipulated the shirt over her head without grazing her face. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders. Before she could move to tie it back, she felt it rise and spiral into a knot on the top of her head.

His eyes raked down her body, and for once she didn’t want to crawl into a cave and die at the attention. Aiden looked at her like she was the center of the universe, and she could easily get addicted to the waves of sheer lustful appreciation radiating off of him.

Aiden leaned in, his tongue laving a hot trail along the crook of her neck again. She grasped his shoulders, unsure she couldstay upright while his mouth on her neck somehow activated every nerve ending in her pussy. He kissed up her neck to her ear, his soft lips contrasting with the coarse hair of his beard and threatening to turn her completely boneless.

“Can’t have anything blocking access to this pretty neck. You shudder so sweetly when I touch you here.” He blew down her wet skin, and she writhed against him. She was sure if she looked down, her pants would be dark from the wetness between her legs. His hands trailed up her sides to her waist, and for a moment, she panicked, afraid she’d fall without the support of his hands on her hips. She jerked back, but the gentle pressure of his telekinesis held her in place.

Relaxing into the pressure of his telekinesis, she arched her back as Aiden’s hands trailed up her stomach and cupped her breasts. He teased her nipples to even harder peaks before his hands drifted back down and unhooked her legs from behind his back.

Evelyn reached out to Aiden for support, but he’d already stepped back from her and she found herself suspended in the air. A brief trill of panic threatened to seize her, but his power tugging at the drawstring of her pants refocused her attention. She opened her eyes to be treated to the sight of Aiden removing his T-shirt. Bare-chested, he paused to gaze at her, eyes wide and hungry as she felt the drawstring loosen and the fabric rush off her legs to pool at her feet. She saw the muscle in his jaw twitch when he realized she had no panties on. With one stride, he was standing next to her as she reclined fully in the air. With the tips of his fingers, Aiden traced a gentle path up her leg from her ankle to her knee.

“Good God, you’re beautiful. So soft and perfect.”

His fingers gently skated up her thighs, and as they approached her soaked pussy, Evelyn shuddered in anticipation.She groaned in frustration when he abruptly changed course, moving his hands toward her hips instead.

“Tease.”

“It’s only teasing if you don’t follow through, dollface,” he said. His eyes raked up and down her body, dark delight at having unfettered access to her clear on his face. “This is taking my time. This is memorizing every little moan and shudder and twitch for the next time I get to play with you.” He bent his head and licked the inside of her ankle. She squirmed at the feel of his tongue on her skin, marveling that such relatively innocent contact had revved her up as much as it had. He kissed up her calf, continuing the soft, torturously slow exploration of her body.

Evelyn heard an undignified little whine and was briefly mortified to realize it had come from her own lips. Then he slowly dragged his tongue up her shin and she decided she was entitled to whine.

So close, too far. Horrible, hot tease.

Aiden gave a smug chuckle. “I believe in taking very good care of my things.” He flicked his tongue on the backside of her knee. “I’ve wanted to make you mine since you woke up.”

Evelyn squirmed in midair, anticipation and the small thrill of being suspended combining to make her stomach flip.

“You had a panic attack when I woke up,” she said. She pressed her thighs together, desperate for friction.

“Well, yes. I generally don’t want to fuck my cargo senseless.” He gripped her thighs and spread them apart again, and she whimpered at the loss of pressure. She thought she might die if he didn’t properly touch her soon. He swore softly as he took in the sight of her, and her gaze went to his sweatpants, the outline of his cock clearly straining toward her. She swallowed the grin she felt knowing that the mere sight of her body was affecting him. “I got over it.”

She arched an eyebrow at him and moved her leg to skim that outline, feeling a thrill when he shuddered. “Prove it.”

His left hand skated up her back to rest at the nape of her neck, while his right hand slowly traced up her inner thigh. She held her breath, each movement closer to where she needed him, making her throb. When his fingers finally met the slickness of her pussy, she gasped. He gently traced the outline of her slit before making his way to her clit and circling it firmly, finally giving her the contact she’d craved. Evelyn arched her back and cried out as his practiced fingers found a pattern that made her back bow. The hand at the nape of her neck snaked up and took a firm grip in her hair. She grasped for a hold on him, managing to dig her fingers into the muscles of his back.

He stopped circling her clit, and Evelyn sucked in a breath to protest, but let out a moan instead when two fingers slowly entered her. Her eyes fluttered shut. Aiden pumped into her slowly, deliberately. She felt his eyes on her, watching her face to see exactly what made her fall apart. He curved his fingers, and the sensation made her entire body feel like she might implode as the pressure built. Evelyn heard her breathy moans turn deep as he drove her closer and closer to the edge, unfamiliar noises emanating from her throat as her hips pumped against his hand. He tugged her hair.

“That’s it, dollface. Be a good girl and come all over my hand.”

Aiden leaned down and laved a nipple with his tongue, sending more sparks along her body. She was drowning in pleasure, every touch another gentle shove toward the edge of oblivion. He kissed a line up her chest to the spot on her neck that stupefied her every time he grazed it. He bit down on her skin at the same time he gave her hair another firm tug.

It was like the pressure inside her combusted, and she cried out as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her. She dug her nailsinto his back with one hand, while the hand she wasn’t holding onto Aiden with for dear life flailed in mid air. Her eyes squeezed shut and tears leaked out of the corners as her body pulsed around his steady, pumping fingers. She was shaking again, but now it was more of a rhythmic whole-body twitch than the jitteriness of excess energy.

“Even prettier than I’d imagined,” Aiden said. His voice was a peculiar mix of satisfaction and strain. He pet her legs gently, waiting for her to come back down.

Evelyn gave her head a little shake to clear it. “You still have your pants on,” she managed. Not her best post-orgasm observation, but not the worst either.

“I do.” There was amusement in the crinkling at the corners of his eyes.

“Well, fix it.”

He laughed and removed his hands from her body. She kept herself —barely —from grabbing out for his hands, greedy for his touch against her skin, his fingers in her hair. He held his dripping hand to her lips, and she took his fingers into her mouth, tasting herself. She swirled her tongue around his knuckles and sucked them hard before removing her mouth from his hand with a loud popping noise. She saw his sweatpants fly off his ankle.