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He bent and placed his mouth on the cup of her bra, just over her nipple. Despite the material, she could feel his hot breath. She shoved her fingers through the short strands of his hair and arched her back. He tugged the cup down and she froze. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her breast. His tongue swirled around the hard nipple while he massaged her other breast.

Holy shit,
she chanted to herself.

Her muscles were warm, supple, and losing strength under his attention.

Aiden lifted his head and she hissed as the cool air teased her heated flesh. He grinned at her, and she knew he was up to something. Before she could puzzle it out, he drew the blanket up over his head and scooted farther down her body.

She picked her head up and peered at the man-shaped lump under the blanket. What the hell? Was this a game of peekaboo now?

He grabbed the waistband of her jeans and tabbed them open while her brain screeched to a halt. What the hell was he doing?

Aiden's breath fanned over her stomach a moment before she felt his lips just below her navel. She sucked in a breath and lay back against the cushion-mattress, clutching the blanket to her chest. He kissed lower, down to her panties. He hooked something, maybe his thumbs, into the waistband and drew them down.

Plenty of the other derby girls talked about their significant others going down on them. Blow jobs she could do, albeit rarely, but never in her life had the act been reciprocated. Did she touch him? Or keep her hands to herself? Was that what he was about to do? Her heart felt as though it had become a racehorse in the sprint of its life.

She gulped and lifted her bottom up enough for him to work the fabric down her thighs. The stars seemed brighter above, or was that just the moon? Crazy things happened around a full moon.

Aiden stripped her of her jeans and panties, shoving them off onto the deck while he remained hidden beneath the blanket.

She flattened her hands on the mattress on either side of her and forced herself to take a deep breath. Aiden pulled the blanket down and peeked up at her, his expression perplexed.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“N-nothing.”

“It's going to feel better if you can relax.”

“Easy for you to say,” she replied before she could think better of it.

Aiden held her gaze while he gently kissed her inner thigh. The intensity in his gaze alone held her arrested in the moment.

“Babe, I want you to feel as good and sexy as you look. I'm going to go slow and savor everything about you—unless you want me to stop. Now, if that means I need to spend a while showing you how to relax, I can do that.” There was nothing calming about the way he looked at her. She was the prey he'd captured, the thing he intended to ravage and eat up. “Okay?”

“O-okay.” She hadn't stuttered in forever, but he made her feel small, vulnerable, desired, and a dozen other contradictory emotions she couldn't quite process all at once.

At least she'd shaved, but there were a hundred other things to be self-conscious about. Unlike the current trend among her female friends, she wasn't quite comfortable shaving herself bare. A little hair down there made her feel a little ladylike. It was supposed to be there after all.

“Would you be comfortable if you put your legs over my shoulders?”

Madison had no idea, but she figured he'd done this a time or two, so she did as he requested. She could glimpse the top of his head under the blanket. This was so not sexy. Why did people do this? Was sex just not enough anymore? And yet, she couldn't find her voice to suggest he just stick it in.

He touched her mound, stroking the patch of neatly trimmed hair.

She didn't know if she wanted him to hurry up, or for a whale to knock the boat over. Either would be good for her, because this drawn-out moment where she couldn't breathe was going to suffocate her.

His fingers slid over her mound and down her slit. She gasped, her oxygen-deprived lungs burning while he parted her labia.

“You're wet.”

Aiden didn't seem to expect an answer. His hand came to rest on her inner thigh, inches from her pussy. He kissed her other leg, starting with his face nearly in the cleft of her leg, and going toward her knee. He did the same to her other leg, while her breathing hitched and she stared at the stars, her senses too overloaded to process what he was doing beyond the feel of it. This time, he retraced the path but deviated, rising to press kisses to the place where her leg and hip met, across her mound and the pubic area—never touching any of her more sensitive areas.

Was this his plan? To tease and torment her?

She sucked down another deep breath, telling herself to relax, settle back, and enjoy his touch, but she couldn't shake her nerves. Sure, his attentions felt good, but was she doing something wrong? Did he think she was attractive? Did she have a funny-looking labia? It was an outrageous idea, but then again, she'd never had to wonder what anyone except her doctor thought about that particular bit of her anatomy.

Aiden squeezed her ass with both hands, bringing her back to the moment. With him. She glanced down at him and found him looking up at her. He smiled—a genuine smile—with a hint of mischievousness and that little dimple that made her so hot. Her heart leapt into her throat and she found it hard to breathe. Did he know he was smiling? Or how devastating he looked when he did that? She—melted. There was no other word for it. How could she second-guess what she looked like or if she was doing the wrong thing when he seemed so—into it?

He dipped his head, his gaze still on her, and she felt the flat of his tongue against her labia, licking her slit and up over her clit. She gasped and her head dropped back to the cushioned deck, suddenly too heavy to hold up anymore. He kissed her leg and mound once more, as if giving her time to adjust and warm up to what he was doing.

It hit her then, just how patient and considerate he was being. She'd pretty much told him he could have whatever he wanted—no strings attached—and instead of sating his lust, he was focused on her. She blew out a breath, and with it all the tension left her body. Her muscles were supple, relaxed, and more than anything else, she trusted him to show her the pleasures she hadn't known before. If nothing else, she would remember this moment for that alone.

Maybe he sensed the change in her body, because Aiden's next touch was not gentle. He spread her labia with purpose. She had a moment to fist her hands in the blanket before he licked her once more, this time without anything between them. Madison gasped and arched her back, her nipples contracted into such tight points they throbbed within the cups. She curled her leg up over his back, urging him closer without conscious thought.

She felt more than heard him chuckle against her inner thigh. Her foot was now flat against his back, her knee hiked up in the air. Well, if it felt good, wasn't that the whole point?

His hands shifted, reminding her he still had her at her most vulnerable position—and she found she didn't care. He planted his lips against her vagina, kissing her most intimate place. She curled her toes as the coil of lust tightened in her abdomen, warmth making her skin hot. He did it again, and it just undid her.

“Oh-oh, Aiden,” she muttered before she could stop herself.

“Hm? What is it?” She felt the vibrations against her mound.

His voice had dropped to a lower pitch. Was he turned on too?

“N-nothing.”

“Tell me. What feels good? When I kiss you?” He pressed his lips just above her clit. The hard nubbin throbbed, completely untouched in all of his attentions thus far.

“Yes,” she said on a groan.

“What about when I do this?” He licked the length of her slit once more, slowly and pressing the flat of his tongue against her. She held her breath, wondering if he'd penetrate her or not—but he didn't.

“Oh, yes.”

“Not as bad as you thought it would be?”

“No.”

“Good.” He released her labia and kissed her knee. “Tell me what feels good. I can make it feel better.”

Better? Was he serious? It was pretty fan-freaking-tastic already.

He pressed another kiss to her mound. She picked her head up and glanced down at him, wanting to see him. Once more, he was already looking up at her, his lower face hidden from view. He pressed another kiss to her mound.

Had any man ever spent so much time simply kissing her? She didn't think so. At least not the way he kissed her, as if she were something to be savored.

Aiden's gaze narrowed. She felt a single, thick finger press against her entrance. She dropped her head back and let her gaze go unfocused, staring up at the blanket of diamonds above. He worked his finger into her slowly, pressing against one side and then the other of her vagina, rubbing all the sensitive areas.

She wanted to touch him, to feel him, too.

Madison slid one hand down, until she could touch his hair.

His digit thrust once more into her—and he curled it, stroking her inner wall. She gasped and her spine came up off the deck. Her breath stuttered out of her lungs. Her skin seemed to grow too tight, her body too warm.

“Oh my God, do that,” she said in a rush.

He paused, kissing the area just above her clit and curled his finger once more. She groaned and cupped her breasts, irritated he hadn't removed that, too. It was too much work to get the constricting garment off, so she shoved her hands up under the cups and rolled the peaks between her fingers. The tide of her arousal was rising, threatening to rob her of her senses.

Aiden removed his finger, but before she could voice a protest, he licked her slit once more while his thumb gently feathered the lightest touch over her clit.

“Fuck, yes.”

He licked up and over her clit—finally. She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him closer. He thrust his finger into her, while he rubbed his tongue up and down on the erect nub. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord and she reached down, threading her fingers through the short strands of his hair. She meant to just touch him, to increase the connection, but it felt good when she urged him to press just a bit harder.

She could hear herself moaning, the sound of it echoing off the water, but she couldn't find it in her to care. The desire coiled tightly in her abdomen released. Warmth flooded her body. Her orgasm crashed into her with such sharp pleasure she cried out and tightened her hold in Aiden's hair, stilling his motions. Her body clamped down on his finger and her muscles rippled with release. It felt as though it went on and on. She saw stars behind her eyelids and her body was so warm and supple the next moment as the sensation subsided.

Aiden didn't move while she lay there, panting.

Did she say thank you? That seemed a little weak in comparison to what he'd just done to her.

He kissed her mound once more and extracted his finger. He shifted and her legs fell away. He brought the blanket up to cover her. She was too weak to do more than turn her head toward him. He knelt by her side, shirtless and sporting a boner even his jeans couldn't hide.

Aiden bent and pressed his lips to her brow.

“I'll be right back,” he said.

She grunted something in reply. His footsteps faded as he walked toward the stern and thumped down the stairs.

Madison felt—amazing. She didn't know if sex had ever been like that before. Probably not. High school boys just didn't know as much as Aiden did and after that—well, she wasn't thinking about that. Not now. Just Aiden.

Thinking his name must have summoned the man. Aiden was once more next to her. He brought pillows and a bottle of water. Once he'd helped her situate on the pillow, he insisted on holding the bottle while she drank. It was sweet, if a little presumptuous. Or maybe he knew better. Her body wasn't exactly the consistency of human right now.

Without comment, he slid under the blanket and cuddled her close.

Was this real? Was he human? Did men really behave like this?

If they didn't, and this was a dream, she wanted to stay asleep.

She closed her eyes, inhaling the brine and faint scent of his cologne.

“So, feel good?” He sounded rather pleased with himself.

Madison pried one eye open and glanced up at him. She couldn't even find fault with him. He knew what he'd done and he deserved all the praise.

“I do. That was—amazing. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, babe, just trust me.” He kissed her mouth, slow and sensual. Though she'd just come something intense, warmth curled deep in her belly.

She placed her hand on his chest, loving the feel of his skin against hers.

There was no way she could keep her heart to herself. Already, she could feel the hard exoskeleton she'd fostered cracking open, the organ growing, expanding as it started to beat for another person. She would fall for him, but she would also have to keep her end of the bargain. This could only be as friends—nothing more.

Madison pushed her emotions away and slid her hand down his chest until she covered the erection straining the front of Aiden's jeans.

“Do you trust me?” she purred.

Chapter Thirteen

Aiden stared at Madison, his tongue sticking to the top of his mouth. She palmed his dick and his whole body tensed. It was damn uncomfortable in his jeans, especially with her hot little hand on him.

“What do you say?” Her gaze was heavy-lidded and her pupils had grown until she seemed to be eating him up with her eyes.

“I do trust you.” He wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her busy fingers away from his erection. Somewhere along the road, he had grown to trust her. He couldn't say when, but he did, and that alone was unusual. Everyone lied or cheated, maybe even killed, for the right price.

He slid his hand down to her thigh and nudged her legs apart with his knee. She hooked her knee over his hip and tucked her chin down, staring up at him through her lashes. Her heat seared him through his jeans, but he wasn't about to pounce on her so soon after her orgasm. Madison might look like a hard-bodied pinup sex goddess on wheels, but it was camouflage. There was no mistaking her hesitance earlier, which only further proved just how real she'd been with him from the start.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

She snuggled closer, her head pillowed on his arm. If he wanted to, he could bury his face in her hair and inhale the fragrance he was coming to associate with her.

“I'll take that as a yes.” He smoothed a hand over her hair and kissed the crown of her head. It wasn't the gesture of a casual lover. Tangling with Madison was not in his best interests. She was a woman who would want—and deserve—far better than he could give her. But he was only human, still subject to the urges of the flesh. And right now his body wanted one thing—to be inside of her.

She placed a hand to his chest, her fingers spread wide so he couldn't see her face, but he didn't need to. He'd already committed it to memory.

A Japanese-styled phoenix perched on her shoulder, poised as if about to dive down her arm, while the tail feathers fanned across Madison's back.

“Why the phoenix?” he asked. People chose tattoos for a variety of reasons. His were to remember, while some wanted to forget.

Madison picked her head up and met his gaze.

“I'd think it's obvious. Rebirth.” She extended her left arm, twisting it. It was almost entirely encased in bright colors, except for a few places around her wrist where it was just black lines on flesh. “We chose each flower and all the elements to tell the rebirth story in its prime. The lotus flowers at my wrist will finish it.”

He threaded his fingers with hers and brought them to his lips.

Madison deserved pleasure, and he'd give it to her. Damn the rest.

He kissed the back of her hand, her wrist, the first lines of the tattoo and up her forearm to her shoulder. Her chest stopped moving and he held perfectly still. He'd already begun to learn what it took to ease her into lovemaking, and he liked how responsive she was once she let go of her inhibitions.

Aiden nuzzled her neck, waiting. She tipped her head to the side and he zeroed in on that spot, the place where neck met shoulder. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the spot and she gasped, sucking down lungfuls of air. A little moan escaped her lips and he smiled. Her hands grasped his shoulders while her head dropped back on the pillow. He had a suspicion no one had ever taken their time, wringing every drop of pleasure from her body.

He shifted, rolling her until he was once more on top of her, the blanket spread out over them, a thin shield against the rest of the world. They weren't in much danger of being spotted unless some late-night boater came in off the water, but Madison might not realize that. Besides, there was something liberating about the perception of being out on the open water.

Her hips rocked up against him and he pressed his face against her shoulder for a moment.

Damn, she knew how to move. Their bodies aligned perfectly. She was just the right height, too.

Aiden inhaled her scent and willed his throbbing dick to pipe down. There was more of her he hadn't yet tasted or touched.

Her hands roved over his shoulders and chest until they framed his face, pulling him up and sealing her lips over his. She clung to him, pressing their mouths together until he felt the brush of her teeth against his lips. He liked a little roughness from time to time, and he'd be willing to bet Madison knew how to play dirty.

He tore his mouth from hers, working his way swiftly down her neck. She arched her back, as if she knew where he was going—that or her breasts were feeling neglected. He released the catch on her bra with a twist of his fingers.

“Practice much?” She grinned at him.

“Once or twice.” He didn't want to think about anyone else—except her. “Had to make sure I got it right for you.”

“How considerate.” She crossed her arms over her chest, hiding them, but she surprised him by drawing the garment up and tossing it away.

Madison was now completely naked. He lifted up, taking a moment to admire her. She was soft in places, and toned in others. Tattoos dotted her body, creating a story he couldn't fully appreciate. Yet.

“Babe, in case I don't get a chance to say this later, you're beautiful.”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes.

Aiden captured her chin between his fingers and lowered his weight once more onto her, pinning her to the mattress.

“I'm not just saying that because you're naked. I wouldn't be this hard for just any hot piece of ass.” How did he put the sense of normalcy she gave him into words? What could he say to make her understand that she really was special to him?

Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard. Maybe it was his tone, or perhaps she got the clue. Whatever this was, however short-lived, it was special.

“Sorry, it's just—thank you.”

He bent his head and kissed her mouth, savoring the taste of her. Her hands traveled down his back until her fingertips could push under the band of his underwear. He wanted to let her strip him, he hadn't fulfilled his mission yet.

Aiden scooted down her body until he could push her breasts together, plumping the round mounds. She had a good handful, not too big for his tastes, and still small enough they wouldn't be in the way when she skated.

“What are you—?”

“Sh, I'm getting acquainted with them,” he said.

“What?” She lifted her head and blinked at him.

“They were sad I didn't spend more time with them earlier.” He managed to say it with a straight face. Madison let her head drop back onto the pillow without further comment.

He studied her dusky nipples. Her chest rose and fell with her accelerated breathing. The peaks were already constricted, another sign of her arousal, one that made him feel a little satisfaction.

Aiden licked one breast, then the other. Her breathing hitched, and she let out a quiet, high-pitched moan. She tried to shift under him. Her thighs squeezed, hugging him closer.

He sucked her right nipple, flicking his tongue over the tight bud while she continued to buck and shift mindlessly under him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and the back of his head, pressing him closer.

If at all possible, her evident arousal only turned him on more. He liked knowing that each lick and suck drove her inhibitions further away from mind. There was no doubt she was here—with him—in this moment.

Madison wiggled her arms between them, plumping her breasts while she reached for the waistband of his jeans. He grabbed her wrists, hauling her arms up above her head and got in her face.

“Aiden,” she whimpered, silencing the command on his lips. Her voice was full of pure passion, desire, everything he wanted to show her. “Aiden, don't make me beg.”

He released her hands and kissed her, allowing her to clutch his face and deepen the kiss. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and her legs held him in place while she undulated against him.

If he had his way, this proud woman would never beg for a thing.

Aiden pushed up, tearing his mouth from hers.

Madison blinked up at him and brought an arm across her chest to cover herself, her brow creased in such a manner that she looked pained. He slid the blanket off his shoulders and covered her.

“You never beg, understand me?” He pressed his mouth to hers in a hard, punishing kiss. The moment her fingers grazed his flesh he straightened.

He was a man of control. Without it, his people could die. Innocents around them would be casualties. He couldn't afford to relax that hold on himself, and yet, since he'd met Madison, she'd done nothing but distract and throw him off balance in the most delicious ways possible. Did she realize what she did to him? If she had any idea, she didn't show it.

Aiden tabbed open his jeans and toed off his boots, ignoring the laces in favor of getting naked faster. One boot clattered to the deck, followed by the other. He paused to toss his wallet on the deck before hooking his thumbs in his jeans and underwear. Her eyes grew slightly larger when he tugged the clothing down over his hips and hissed as he freed his erection. He kicked out of the denim and stared down at her.

Madison's hair was spread over the pillows. He could make out almost every detail of her face, her hands clutching the blanket and even her toes sticking out the end. She was beautiful, and she was a survivor, and she was his—for tonight, or however long it took to set her free.

“I have a condom.” He swiped his wallet up and flipped through its contents looking for the packet.

“I had a checkup a few weeks ago before the season started. I don't have anything.”

“Me either.” He pulled the condom from his wallet and knelt on the mattress. He couldn't remember the last woman he'd bedded, didn't want to.

She rolled to her side, head propped in her hand. If she wanted to watch, who was he to stop her?

He tore open the packet and held the end of the condom while he rolled it on slower than he might otherwise. She bit her lip watching the progress of his hands. He had to stifle a groan at that. Every soft sigh and needy moan had already done a number on his control. Christ, if this went on much longer, he didn't know what he'd do.

“I'm going to fuck you,” he said far rougher than he intended.

Madison's eyes widened and she licked her lips, but there was no protest.

He crawled toward her and she pulled the blanket back, giving him a glimpse of her breast, down to her stomach and that little cluster of curls. Something about the neatly trimmed hair had made him a little crazy earlier.

Aiden slid under the blanket, drawing it over their bodies as she hooked a leg over his thigh. He rolled with her, until he had her under him once more. He kissed her, bracketing her shoulders with his hands and moving against her. He couldn't remember the last time—if ever—a woman had made him this crazy with lust.

He rocked into her, loving the way her breasts pressed against him, how she moved with him.

He rose to his knees between her thighs and grasped his dick with one hand. He touched her folds and found them damp. She gasped and arched into the touch, lifting her hips in a lust-crazed plea. He placed the head of his cock against her entrance and glanced up her body. Her gaze snagged his, and the thrumming in his veins redoubled. He thrust and her lids dropped, groaning.

He gripped her thighs and eased deeper into her pussy, glancing down to glimpse their joined flesh.

Aiden withdrew and thrust again, sinking deep inside of her. He lowered to his elbows, hovering above her while she gasped. Her face creased, eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open. He watched her, holding still while her body adjusted to him. Her gasps turned to little moans. She began to shift, her hands coming to rest on his back.

He bent, kissing her brow, the tip of her nose, and the corner of her mouth. She turned toward him and he sealed his lips over hers. She cupped the back of his head and hooked her leg higher over his thigh.

He levered up a bit and flexed his hips, grinding them together. Her eyes widened and he felt her inner muscles clamp down on him, hugging him tight. He withdrew slowly, all the way until only the head of his cock remained within her, and slid back in. She groaned, the pitch of her mewls taking on a new, pleasurable note. Her body was soft under his, yielding to the intrusion with ease.

Aiden rocked into her before withdrawing once more. He set a steady rhythm, in and out, adjusting the tilt of her hips until she clawed at his shoulders. Her panting increased in pitch and her eyes stared at him, without seeing him.

He would make sure she came.

Madison tossed her head back, her groan rising as the breath left her and her pussy tightened around him. He slowed his rhythm, but gave her no respite, fucking her through her orgasm until she whimpered. She pushed at his shoulder and he stopped. Was two orgasms too much? Was that her limit?

She inhaled deeply, her breasts lifting to graze his chest. Her eyes slid open and she smiled up at him.

“Sorry, I couldn't breathe there at the end.”

He would have chuckled if he weren't so hard.

Her brows drew down. “You didn't—come?”

“No.” What did he do?

“Oh.” Once more she smiled sheepishly. She stretched her arms toward him, twining them around his neck. “What can I do? Tell me.”

He opened and closed his mouth.

“What if... want me on top?” she asked.

Madison riding him, her perky breasts bouncing, her hair caught in the breeze and the moonlight shining down on her like some water goddess? Hell yes!

He rolled them so fast she squealed and laughed, clutching his shoulders. She sprawled over his chest. She pushed up, unmindful of her nudity. He covered her breasts with his hands. Those were for his eyes only.