Inappropriately Yours (Camassia Cove #3) Read online

  I kissed her tentatively, her soft lips calling to me. At the first brush, her fingers curled into my shirt, and I felt the urgency building rapidly within me. Good grief, I'd wanted this from the moment I'd laid eyes on her.

  Chloe let out a breathy moan that parted her lips, and I took it as an invitation. Cupping both her cheeks, I deepened the kiss and slid my tongue along hers. She responded with passion and pressed herself closer to me. Fuck, that was it. She fit perfectly against me. All warm, soft, small, and divine. Her hands roamed my chest, down to my stomach, and my abs clenched.

  "Oh, damn." I saw fantasy flickers in my head, me carrying her to bed and ravishing her, Chloe getting on her knees before me, my face between her thighs—For chrissakes. A low rumbling groan emanated from my chest, raw hunger festering inside me, and I nearly lost control. My hands ended up on the backs of her thighs, and I slid them upward until her delectable ass was all I felt. Then I was picking her up so she could sit on the counter, and I stepped between her legs as I kissed her even harder.

  My lungs started burning; hell, I was forgetting to breathe.

  "Aiden," she pleaded.

  That sweet, needy plea went straight to my cock. Turning into a starving man, I became greedier and greedier, my body more demanding. As she locked her hands behind my neck, I angled myself for a deep, drugging kiss and let my hands wander her exquisite curves. The thin, airy fabric of her top made it easy for me to slip underneath, and I cursed through a groan at the feel of her skin.

  I grunted, pressing my cock against her. She shook with a tremor that seemed to drag out as I teased the undersides of her breasts. Wretched bra was in the way. In fact, all our clothes were in the way.

  Easy there, buddy.

  "God," I muttered, out of breath. In a moment of clarity, I saw how quickly I'd spiraled. Chloe was panting, I was rubbing myself all over her, my hands were…way too handsy… "I don't usually, uh…" My brain was mush. I wanted her to know I didn’t usually have difficulty with self-restraint.

  "Just keep kissing me," she whispered.

  I groaned under my breath and kissed her again. "You're making it extremely difficult to go slowly, Ms. Nolan."

  She eased away enough to give me a glorious smile, both bashful and teasing. "Does that mean you're holding back, Mr. Roe?"

  Well, yes, though not as much as I was supposed to.

  I took the opportunity to haul some much-needed air into my lungs, and I got the chance to survey the damage. Chloe's kissable mouth drew me in like a moth to a flame, and it looked redder and fuller than before. Impossibly more tempting.

  "I don’t want to treat you like a hookup, that’s all." I touched her chin and dropped a final kiss to her lips. "Come on. Your couch looked awfully inviting, and I'm not done quizzing you about your life." I helped her down from the counter and adjusted my uncomfortably hard cock when she wasn’t looking.

  Chloe walked ahead of me, and while we grabbed our desserts and wine from outside, I did my best to curb my desire to throw her down and fuck—honestly.

  "Calm yourself, idiot." I spoke under my breath.

  "Would you like some coffee?" Chloe asked. Was something off in her voice? She sounded a bit too formal. "I'll put on a fresh pot." She returned to the kitchen with a polite smile.

  I'd done something. That was usually how it went. Sometimes, I missed cues.

  Standing in the middle of her living room, I ran a hand over my hair and heard thunder rolling in. The door was still open, and a fresh breeze that smelled like summer rain filled the room.

  "Actually…" Chloe reappeared in the doorway, looking both hesitant and frustrated. "I don't want coffee, Aiden. I want—" She blew out a breath and put her hands on her hips. The expression of determination seemed forced, as if she was outside her comfort zone. "I'm a single mother of four boys. Four boys. Four." She held up four fingers. "And you see my home. Even with only two of them living with me, there's little to no room for privacy. Now—" She paused and took a breath. "I shaved my legs earlier—and…other places." My gaze automatically dropped as my eyebrows rose. "I'm not sure you realize how rare that is, and we've had such an amazing time tonight. I'd really hate to break out the nice china for mac and cheese, so unless you don't want to, is there any chance you can leave the gentleman behind and take me upstairs and, and, and—oh, God." She lost her bravado and abruptly covered her face with her hands.

  I stared at her, my jaw tensing. Had honesty ever been so fantastically arousing? I supposed the mac and cheese would be coffee and kissing on the couch, and she… Well, I wasn’t sure, but it sounded to me like there could be steak upstairs.

  Goddamn.

  20.

  Chloe Nolan

  What have I done?

  I couldn’t make it one date without unleashing the crazy. It was just… God, I was tired. I wanted a moment. I craved it. A moment of getting out of my head and forgetting the usual obligations and responsibilities, a moment of shucking social norms and manners out the window.

  Crap. I stiffened when I felt Aiden close, and then he was gently prying my hands away from my face. Had I ruined everything? It would be my luck. I couldn’t blame him if he left—His mouth on mine froze my line of thought.

  Did this mean…?

  I gasped as he pressed me up against the nearest wall and trapped me with his large, firm body. Yes, yes, yes. Maybe he didn’t mind the crazy tonight. He kissed me hungrily, and I twisted my fingers in his hair, messing up the thick knot.

  Aiden took charge on a whole new level. The kisses in the kitchen had given me a taste; this, what he was doing right now, was downright intoxicating. I melted into him, meeting the sensual strokes of his tongue, igniting at his hand squeezing my jaw, and shivering at the delicious rasp of his scruff.

  "I think…" He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and nuzzled my jaw. "I'll always be a gentleman in the end, Chloe. But—" he gave my skin a sharp nip that caused my knees to buckle "—gentleman does not mean gentle." With that said, he eased off, gave me a hooded, charged once-over as he touched his bottom lip, and gestured to the stairs. "I assure you, I won't be gentle."

  A tremor ran down my spine, and I walked on wobbly legs to the stairs where I took the lead toward my bedroom.

  This was happening, dammit. Everyday life would return soon enough, but for now, I wanted to let loose and—fuck! I yelped as Aiden stopped me in the middle of the stairs. He wrapped an arm around my waist, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along my neck, and used his free hand to unbutton my jeans.

  "Do we have anything to worry about?" he murmured huskily. Worry about…? I steadied myself and helped him shimmy the jeans past my hips. Oh—worry. I shook my head quickly. Clean and safe. Ridiculously clean and safe. "Marvelous." His warm, sweet breath hit my neck as he slipped a hand down my panties, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

  Fucking hell, I needed this. He teased me, the bastard. Two fingers played along my slit while he kneaded my butt with his free hand.

  "The bedroom," I forced out.

  "Quiet, dear." He pressed a hand to my back, and it took me a second to understand he wanted me…down. Down I went. "You keep derailing my thoughts, you tempting little thing. Sit."

  With him looming over me, I had little choice. My butt landed on a step, and he immediately followed. His mouth was back on mine, and he made quick work of removing my jeans. My heart raced, as did my thoughts.

  "I wanna see you." I spoke against his lips and tugged at his shirt.

  It seemed like an automatic reaction; he pulled back long enough to yank his shirt over his head, and my jaw dropped slightly. His focus was on me, his mouth on my neck, heading south, but I was stuck on the now permanently etched image of his stocky build, the hard planes of his chest, broad shoulders, glorious tan, and chest hair. My freaking God, heaven's real. No, no, no, why was he obstructing my view? Lifting my top, he got comfortable between my legs and kissed my stomach, which meant I couldn’t see his perfect, perfect
torso.

  Aiden groaned when he reached the edge of my panties. They were red and sheer, and I'd picked them out with the foolish hope of him getting a glimpse. Maybe it wasn’t so foolish, after all.

  I trembled, tensing up, as he brushed his fingers over the fabric. My stomach tightened and tingled, and I held my breath.

  How long had it been? A year? A year and a half?

  "Oh, fuck," I exhaled. He lowered his face and nuzzled me through my underwear, and given the thin material of my panties, I felt the wet warmth when he licked me. "Aiden…" My fingers found his hair again, and my head fell back.

  Lust exploded behind my closed eyes. My skin broke out in goose bumps. Aiden pressed firm, openmouthed kisses to every inch of me, and he kept teasing me. He trailed the sensitive line where my thigh ended with his tongue, slowly—too slowly—shifting the fabric aside to expose me.

  "Goddamn, Chloe." His ragged whisper was packed with desire, and it rocked me. Then he finally pushed aside my panties and closed his mouth over my clit.

  I cried out—holy fuck—at the pleasure that surged through me, and now there was no stopping him. He stroked, licked, sucked, and fingered me at a pace that slowly drove me insane.

  "Shit!" My eyes flashed open. Oh God, oh fuck. He swirled his tongue around my clit, only to kiss his way farther down and push that sinfully skilled tongue inside me. "Aiden—fuck, Aiden." It was too much, too sensitive, and I had to have him. Sitting up, I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He moaned and crawled higher up, cupping the back of my neck. "I need your cock."

  He cursed and helped me up. "You'll get it."

  My turn, my time to shine. I readjusted my panties and sucked in a breath, my heart pounding too fast. Then I removed my top and ascended the rest of the stairs, making sure to put an extra sway to my hips. Judging by his reaction, he liked it.

  "She's out to ruin me," he muttered under his breath.

  I grinned to myself, feeling flushed.

  My room was small and unimpressive, but it had a big bed at the center, in which I wanted nothing more than to rock his world. It'd been ages since I could go all out for a man, and something told me Aiden Roe would be worth it.

  I stopped at the foot of the bed and reached behind me to unclasp my bra, though before I could, he stopped me.

  "Let me see you." He turned me around, gazing at me with pure hunger in his eyes. Ungh, that man's chest. My hands slid up his abs and into the fine dusting of hair across his pecs. Not too far away, thunder cracked down, and I vaguely registered rain spattering against the windowpanes. Indecency flashed in Aiden's eyes. "Fucking beautiful." He fingered one of the straps of my bra and slid it off my shoulder.

  The shivers were back.

  "What're you thinking?" I whispered. "Don't hold back."

  His mouth twitched at that, and he drew a finger up my stomach toward my breasts. "I'd rather show you what I'm thinking." He let my bra fall to the floor. "Ah, Jesus, that’s perfection." There was no hesitation. He cupped my breasts firmly and pushed them together, then lowered his face to use his mouth on me. "Hmm, almost as delicious as your pussy."

  Oh, God.

  Wasn’t it supposed to be my turn? I whimpered at the feel of his teeth grazing my left nipple. I'll get there. I'll show him. In five minutes. His fingers were amazing, plucking and stroking me expertly, but his mouth…I had no words to describe the talent of his mouth.

  We fell down on the bed with him on top. The air in my lungs left me in a whoosh, and I arched into him. He didn’t let up. Laving my breasts with the hottest attention, he had me squirming in no time. It wasn’t fair. All I'd accomplished was unzipping his pants. Enough, dammit all.

  "My turn," I said breathlessly. "My turn, my turn." I managed to push him off me; or rather, he allowed it. Eager fingers worked his cargos until I could pull them down. "Lift, please." I stroked his erection through his pants, earning myself a gritty mmph from him.

  He lifted his hips so I could take off his pants, and I threw them behind me somewhere. His boxers followed. Finally. I gawked at his thick cock, my mouth watering, and wrapped my fingers as far as I could reach around him.

  "Ah, Christ." He hissed and placed one hand under his head. "Don't go easy on me, beautiful."

  I smirked. That was something I could comply with.

  Moving around, I hiked a leg over his body so we were in a sixty-nine position. I was a great deal shorter than him, and I kneeled so my head was directly above his delicious-looking cock. Aiden let out a string of curses and immediately palmed my ass, kneading it roughly, hopefully enjoying the view. And I got to taste his cock, at last. Enjoying his greedy hands on me, I left a seductive little kiss at the head of his cock before taking him to the back of my throat.

  "Mother of f-fuck," he growled.

  I hummed around him and made sure to use my tongue a lot. I traced the thick vein along the underside with unyielding strokes and his frenulum with slow, teasing licks. Then I cupped his balls, rolling them in my hand, and hollowed out my cheeks around his length. I moaned at the smooth, salty taste of his pre-come.

  Aiden's curses flowed freely, and he got handsier behind me. "Good God, Chloe—ahh, that’s it." His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, up and down, up and down, closer and closer. "Perfect little mouth, fucking perfect." On the next stroke, he inched inward and brushed his thumbs over the lips of my pussy, and it caused me to clench and suck him harder.

  I whimpered as he got into it more. His hips shifted upward every time I took him in, and his fingers were doing wicked things to me. He rubbed me persistently in long motions, opening me up for him. He had to be able to see how wet he made me. He wasn’t the only one moving. Soon enough, we were both rocking and sliding.

  "Oh God, Chloe," he groaned. "Chloe, darling—fuck." He gave up with a growl, and the next thing I knew, he was hauling me closer to his head, and then he buried his face between my legs.

  Shockwaves of pleasure crashed down on me, and I couldn’t stay quiet if my life depended on it. I moaned around Aiden's cock, everything speeding up to a chase. The need grew heavier and heavier, and I kept losing my breath. Black spots filled my vision while he drove three fingers inside me and sucked my clit into his mouth.

  "I—oh, shit." I drew a strained gasp and screwed my eyes shut. "Ungh, please, Aiden." It was everywhere; the ecstasy, it swirled and built up within me and threatened to explode.

  "Get your mouth back on my cock." His husky command was rushed and carried a hint of that low growl, and it was enough for me to obey out of reflex. "Give me everything, Chloe. I want you to come."

  A pitiful whimper slipped past my lips. I sucked him off for all I was worth, moaning and mewling and pushing against him, and the bastard continued to spur me on. He grabbed at me with enough force to leave marks; he devoured me as if I were a glass of water in the desert. God, he made me feel so incredibly desired.

  A spurt of pre-come hit my tongue. I shivered violently and found my focus again, redoubling my efforts to make him come. Ignoring my aching jaw, I fisted the base of his cock and held it in a tight grip. The rest of him, I worked as thoroughly as I could, and I alternated between sucking on his flesh and teasing the back of my throat with him. When I nipped carefully at the sensitive head, he shuddered and bucked into me.

  "Fuck," he gritted out and smacked my pussy.

  I choked, spiraling out of control. Holy shit, I was coming. It was new. It was different. There was no giving. He took the orgasm, drew it from me, and it was fucking with me. I heard the high-pitched, breathless cry that escaped me, I registered I was still milking his cock with my mouth, but the rest was a blur. I shook, I was cold, I was hot, I tensed up, I went everywhere. The explosion flowed in my veins, and then I was soaring.

  Hot ropes of Aiden's release filled my mouth. I swallowed what I could, busy flying and having no control of my body whatsoever.

  Aiden, what the crap are you doing to me?

  21.

>   Aiden Roe

  "You get that piece. This is mine." I pushed some chocolate cake around and grinned at her scandalized expression. Or the little I could see. The porch was completely dark, aside from when lightning illuminated the night sky.

  "I ordered this cake, you turd." She tried to grab the plate from me. Emphasis on tried. "If I get yours in the kitchen, will you let me have the chocolate?"

  "We've already gone over this, dear." We were sharing the same sheet, so if one got up, the other would be left severely undressed. Now, I wouldn’t mind if she let her part of the sheet shift south to expose her spectacular breasts—and more—but she was running an inn less than a hundred feet up the slope. In the unlikely event that a guest woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the window as a flash of light cracked down, they'd get an eyeful I'd prefer to be the only one privy to.

  "You're impossible." Chloe scowled up at me, though her luscious lips were twisting up.

  I could only smile at her. "I'm quite possible, I promise." I held up the fork for her. "Open." Feeding her a piece of cake only served as a reminder of where her fantastic mouth had been an hour ago. I'd be a liar if I said I didn’t want more. In fact, Chloe had hinted at more before I reluctantly admitted to needing a quick breather.

  As it turned out, going from no sex—barely even with my hand—to having a mind-blowing evening with Chloe Nolan was more than I could take. Well, without breaks on the porch in between.

  "There was a flash!" She looked at the sky as it lit up in purple.

  "Count your Mississippis." I shoveled some cake into my mouth, reveling in the moment. Every now and then, I was gifted glimpses of Gypsy Girl in Chloe, and it thrilled me to no end that the two had traits in common. It was very special to me.

  Thunder rolled over us, and Chloe hummed and scooted closer, resting her head on my shoulder. "I bet it takes the same amount of time to count Kentuckys."

  I smirked and shook my head. It was things like that. Things I could imagine Gypsy Girl saying. I supposed it made me feel like I knew Chloe a little more than merely from last night and today. As if I'd had a piece of her with me for years and years.