Carved in Stone (The Stone Series) (8 page)

             
Somewhere deep down a faint inner voice cautions me that I may be in way over my head, but there’s no denying my heart. And it categorical wants Aidan Stone. Somehow I know instinctively that it always will.

             
“Yes, yes I’m with you Aidan,” I say, smiling tentatively.

             
Wiping the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs, Aidan leans in kissing my nose, murmuring, “No more tears baby. Okay?”

             
Nodding, my smile widens. “Okay.”

             
“Good. Now that’s settle, lets go to bed,” murmurs Aidan, tugging me forward into the hard muscled wall of his chest once more.

             
“You’re staying here the night with me.”

He gently places a kiss on my forehead
, sliding his hands from around my upper back and down entwining them with mine as he leads us towards the bedroom.

             
“Oh wait, hang on a sec. I just need to text Mia to let her know I won’t be home tonight,” I say, reluctantly withdrawing from Aidan’s hold and heading towards my purse lying on the couch. “I don’t want her to worry.”

             
“Okay but hurry up baby,” he urges, “There’s nothing more I want right now than to be buried balls deep inside your tight hot little pussy. ”

             
With just those handful of words my whole body shudders delightfully, moisture instantaneously gathers within my core, clenching in carnal anticipation. It seems my body has missed Aidan almost as much as my heart has this past week.

Chapter Seven

             
I woke startled, gasping for breath. The room was pitch black with the exception of a faint glow ghosting through the bedroom window stemming from the shimmering moonlight. Adjusting my eyes slowly to the darkness, I look at the bedside clock on Aidan’s side of the bed – it was barely four in the morning.

             
Sitting up, I try to think what could have woken me this early and left me feeling edgy and alarmed but I drew a blank. I couldn’t remember what I had been dreaming about.

             
Normally I slept like the dead most nights and after last nights emotional rollercoaster not to mention our marathon sex session I should have been out like a light. My heart was slowing returning to its normal rhythm but yet I just couldn’t shake this feeling of… restlessness. 

             
Beside me Aidan was sound asleep, lying on his back, one arm stretched up behind his head, the other slung low around his waist, a silky hunk of his chocolate brown hair lay haphazardly across his forehead. He looked so peaceful sleeping, so peaceful and so incredibly beautiful. His broad tanned chest was rising gradually up and down as he inhaled and exhaled. Strong masculine jawline that looked even sexier shadowed lightly with stubble and his soft full lips were slightly parted.

             
I slowly and carefully bent down so as not to wake him and brushed my mouth against his. Even in sleep his magnetism was irresistible, I was irrepressibly drawn to him. Aidan stirred slightly, mumbling something under his breath and I drew back not wanting to disturb him further.

             
Quietly, I slip out of bed, padding lightly out to the kitchen where I help myself to a glass of orange juice from the fridge then head out to the back patio.

I lo
ve the view of the ocean from Aidan’s backyard. The water is so close to the house you can hear the waves lapping delicately along the shoreline. The smell of salt water always reminds me of home and a dull ache of longing comes unbidden at the thought of my family so far away. It’s times like now that I really wish I could talk to my mom - God how I miss her so much.

             
Curling up on one of the large patio lounges I tuck my knees under my chin, closing my eyes and savoring the salty breeze as it caresses my skin. The lingering feeling of unease gradually dissipates as I recall the passion we shared last night.

             
After texting Mia, I walked nervously into Aidan’s bedroom noting the absent of light with the exception of a bedside lamp spilling a muted soft glow around the room. My eyes caught the sight of Aidan’s dark suite jacket, dress shirt and tie thrown haphazardly over the richly upholstered wing back chair set by the corner of his room. My gaze than sought Aidan, he was naked from the waist up, his back to me as he stood looking out of the window both hands shoved into the pockets of his tailored pants. The light from the lamp cast an otherworldly glow over the defined muscles and smooth tanned expanse of his back. My God, he really was breathtakingly beautiful. Turning, Aidan caught me staring, a small triumphant smirk playing on his sensual lips.

Oh yeah, he so totally knew how he affected me, the rat!

              “Come here Gabriella,” he commands, in a low husky voice laced with seduction.

             
Just the sound of his tone alone, sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through my veins. Reaching out, he pulls me up hard against him when I stop a few inches away from his body. One hand slides down cupping my butt and squeezing firmly, his other slices up, fisting the back of my head, flexing his long fingers into my scalp. His fervent touch ignites my own fervor causing an aroused gasp to escape my lips.               Seizing the opportunity, Aidan slams his mouth down over mine, thrusting his tongue violently in, wildly exploring.

             
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I cling tightly, surrendering to his passionate assault, relishing in his scent, his taste, and the feel of his hands possessing me, owning me.

             
All too soon, Aidan breaks the kiss, his breath coming out harsh and quick.

             
“I need to be in you Gabriella, I can’t wait. This time I’m going to take you hard and fast because it’s killing me not to feel my cock driving into that sweet tight little cunt of yours,” he growls, with such need and desperation I swear I could come from his words alone.

“Oh God, Aidan
I need you,” I whimper in response.

             
Reeling in his self-control marginally, his voice softens. “Afterwards baby, I promise we’ll take it slow”

             
Scooping me up in his arms he walks towards the king size bed nipping my bottom lip with his teeth, an unspoken promise of deliciously wicked things to come.

             
“You have way too many cloths on,” he says, sitting me on the edge of the bed.

             
Swiftly unbuttoning my blouse with a practice skill that makes me think jealous thoughts, he removes it, flinging it to the floor then reaches around unzipping my skirt.

             
“Lift up,” he orders, yanking my skirt off when I comply.

             
Pushing me back, he covers my body with his, supporting his weight on his arms that showcase his well defined biceps.

             
My breath speeds up as he lowers his head nuzzling his nose along the length of my breastbone. Instinctively my hands sink into his gloriously thick hair, fisting to bring him closer to me.

             
A shameless moan bursts out of my mouth as he nips my right breast through the lace of my cream bra while nudging a knee between my legs opening them up to him. With his teeth, he pulls the cup of my bra aside and begins to lick in languid strokes making my nipple harden into a painfully tight point.

             
One strong warm hand glides down my stomach, past my bellybutton and over the lace of my panties to the apex of my thighs.

             
“So wet,” he murmurs, moving over to my other breast and pulling the bra cup down.

             
Hot moist licks of his tongue and sharp tantalizing nips of his teeth assault my other breast driving me wild with lust.

             
“Oh God, that feels so good,” I moan, gripping Aidan’s head closer to me.

             
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I plead breathlessly.

             
“I don’t intend to baby,” he replies, sliding his talented fingers under the elastic of my panties.

             
My back bows in wanton pleasure as he presses his finger and thumb against my clit, pinching gently than flicking the sensitive bud over and over driving me gloriously close to the edge of release.

             
“I’m close,” I pant, dropping my hands from his hair and clutching at his shoulders in unabashed pleasure.

             
“Not with out me,” he growls with such raw carnality, halting his ministrations.

             
I whimper at the loss.

“When you come Gabriella, I want my cock buried so deep within you, that all you feel is my dick bringing you climax and in return I want to feel nothing but your pussy milking every drop of my release so there is no mistaking that tonight is the
beginning of us baby.”

             
Another whimper is the only response I’m capable of as Aidan rears up ripping the panties from my body and discarding his pants and boxers within seconds. Then next thing I know, I’m screaming out in rapture as Aidan roughly parts my legs pulling my knees up with his strong warm hands in a firm grip and drives his long thick cock into my warm soaked entrance. He buries himself to the hilt, pausing to allow me to adjust to his size then he moves his hands, flexing them up to my hips for better purchase as he pulls leisurely out to the tip.

             
Another moan escapes me but this time it’s in protest of his withdrawal. Aidan lowers his head, catching my bottom lip in his teeth, nipping then sucking the plump tender skin.

             
“Ready baby,” he whispers, then without missing a beat he thrusts into me on one powerful long stroke.

             
Expelling his own guttural groan, Aidan continues to drive in and out of my body, thrusting fierce deep strokes over and over and over. Exquisite sensations overwhelmed every square inch of my body as I run my hands feverously over his muscled taut back. Sweat covers his brow as his ensnares me in his penetrating gaze.

             
“Give it up for me Gabriella,” he commands. “And keep your beautiful eyes fixed on me when you do baby.”

             
That was all I need; a half moan, half scream erupts out of me as I cling desperately to Aidan, anchored only by his touch and the sheer force of his penetrating eyes as they bore lovingly into mine.

             
Within moments, Aidan shouts out my name hoarsely on a long deep thrust, his own release spurting scorchingly within my core.

             
Both of us panting, combined heartbeats racing, we come slowly down and Aidan nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck feathering kisses up and down my throat.

             
I blush at the memories, taking a sip of orange juice then tighten my arms around my legs as I gaze once more out into the obscurity of the ocean.

             
As promised, Aidan took the rest of the evening slow, adorably worshiping every inch of my body and I in return worshiped his.

             
That part of the evening was fantastically blissful however I couldn’t help my mind wandering back to something he said earlier last night that was somewhat unsettling.

             
What could have possibly happen to him as a little boy that now as a grown adult he would adversely reject the notion of love in his life. What dreadful event in his childhood would lead him to this place in his life now? Was he truly capable of opening up, sharing his life with another?

             
And perhaps the most important question – is he capable of loving me the way I love him?

             
“Hey baby,” murmurs Aidan, kissing the top of my head startling me.

I was so l
ost in my thoughts I didn’t hear him come up behind me.

              “Hey. Did I wake you?” I say, unfolding myself.

             
“Yes. I woke up and you weren’t in bed. I thought for a second there you left but then I saw your cloths on the floor,” he replies, he gaze speculative.

             
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I couldn’t sleep so I thought I would get a drink and come out here and enjoy the cool breeze.”

             
“What’s keeping you up?” He asks pulling me out of the chair so he can sit down. He pulls me back down between his legs wrapping his arms tightly around me.

             
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the indescribable feelings of warmth and safety that flood through me when I’m wrapped in Aidan’s embrace.

             
“I must of had a weird dream… it woke me but for the life of me I can’t remember any of it. And it’s so calm and tranquil out here, I guess I lost track of the time,” I whisper, folding my arms over his.