The Pretend Girlfriend (28 page)

"Let's get Miss Browning home," Aiden said, nodding to the driver.

"Very well," the man replied.

But that didn't feel right. It wasn't right to leave Aiden like this, tired and near the breaking point. He shouldn't be alone all night, she knew, stewing in his doubts and fears. He'd talked a big game, she gave him that. But behind it all was a floundering helplessness as he grasped for some solution to the problems put to him by Henry.

"No!" Gwen said, the vehemence in her voice startling both her and Aiden. When she continued, she tried to keep her energy a bit more under control. "What I mean is, I don't want you to be alone right now."

"I'll be fine..." he started.

"Are you kidding me? I'll go home when I'm ready. And right now, I'm not. You can't get rid of me that easily."

Aiden regarded her with a look she didn't immediately recognize, a small smile playing across his lips. "Apparently not..." He pinched the bridge of his nose for a second, squeezing his eyes shut as well. When he opened them again, he'd made up his mind. "Well, we're already in Manhattan. My place is much closer than yours. Care to join me for a nightcap?"

"A nightcap? Is this 19th century London?" Gwen said, grateful to inject a joke into this otherwise somber evening. "If you mean something nice to drink to sooth the nerves, then yes."

"Great. My place, then," Aiden said.

She just wanted to make sure that he was all right, that he was handling this well. Yes, Gwen thought, that's all. Though, she couldn't help feeling a certain tickle of anticipation deep inside her at being alone with him in that condo of his again.

One drink, and then I'll get a taxi home, she figured.

But back at Aiden's apartment, they didn't drink anything at all. They got inside, kicked off their shoes, and went to immediately collapse on the couch. Aiden turned on a single lamp. Its warm light softened the shadows.

As soon as they sat down, Gwen knew that she wasn't going home that night.

"That went better than expected," Aiden said, tugging his tie loose.

He looked so sexy, reclining like that. Gwen couldn't keep herself from tracing the outline of his jaw with her eyes, and she squeezed her hands into tight balls so that they couldn't reach up and undo all his shirt buttons.

"Yeah, you were great, really. I can't believe how great. How did you manage that?"

Aiden lifted his palms in supplication, "I guess I learned how to spin things from the master himself."

"You won this one. Don't think about him," Gwen said.

"Winning is hardly the term I would choose. More like fought to a draw. Or maybe a fighting retreat... Why won't you go home, Gwen?"

Something hitched in Gwen's throat. She forced herself to breathe, evenly and deeply. "I told you. I wanted to make sure you were all right..." She reached out to touch his shoulder, but Aiden grabbed her wrist. He squeezed, almost to the point of pain, before relaxing his grip.

"That's not why. Don't lie to me," he said. He still hadn't let go of her wrist. She didn't try to pull it free.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied.

She gasped as he pulled her hand close to his mouth. His hot breath washed over her fingers. Gooseflesh crawled up and down her body. Her lips parted. Why was his apartment so hot all of a sudden?

"You do know. And I know. Gwen, I've had to try so hard to hold back. You have no idea how hard it's been."

Gwen barely breathed the word, "What?" All she could concentrate on was how close her fingers were to Aiden's lips.

"But I can't do it anymore. I don't have the strength... Why did you have to insist on staying with me tonight?" he said. His thumb started gently massaging the sensitive skin on the bottom of her wrist. Her heart started thumping in her chest.

Am I asleep?
Gwen thought.
I must be asleep.

"Don't have the strength for what?" she asked.

"To keep myself from doing this..."

Aiden kissed the tip of her forefinger. Then the next, and the next. His lips slid up the back of her hand, leaving a hot trail behind. When he stopped, he placed her hand against his cheek. His stubble tickled at her palm. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the warm lamplight, and his lips glistened invitingly.

She couldn't help leaning in and kissing him. Her whole body committed to the action, and she felt drawn to him. Some part of her wondered if he would break away, as he had so many times before.

But this time he didn't.

No, this time he pulled her up onto his lap, and she straddled him. The temperature in the room, and inside of her, both already at an all-time high, ratcheted up another ten degrees or so.

His lips relished her mouth, then slid down her chin, and from there, her neck. His stubble prickled her smooth skin, adding another element to the sensation.

"You always smell so nice..." Aiden said, "I need to know how you taste..." His fingers pulled the straps of her sundress and bra down, leaving her shoulders bare so that he could kiss those too.

Heat blossomed in Gwen's stomach and moved down. She couldn't get enough of his kisses. While his mouth busied itself exploring her shoulders, his hands dropped down to the small of her back. Even through the thin material of the dress, she could feel the heat from him soaking into her skin.

And then his hands dropped lower, cupping her bottom, squeezing her with need and appreciation.

His fingers came back up, slipping between her dress and skin for a moment to undo the clasp of her bra with a single deft stroke.

Gwen's fingers tangled in Aiden's hair as he pulled her dress down farther, allowing her breasts to spill out. Her nipples stiffened with desire, and the sudden touch of air. Aiden's fingers traced in teasing lines around her breasts, and his mouth moved down to her cleavage.

He played her body like a master musician played their instrument. Where he got such skills from, Gwen didn't care. All she wanted was for him to put every ounce of his ability into her.

"Do you taste this good all over?" Aiden said, smiling up at her.

"I don't know. Why don't you try kissing me all over and letting me know how that goes?" Gwen said. That smile of his was infectious, and that mouth of his too good to ignore. So she kissed him again.

His lips parted, commanding hers to follow suit. Their tongues met, gently at first, but soon desperate. As though unable to keep the teasing up, Aiden's warm fingers and palms slid up to engulf her breasts.

When he'd first pulled her dress down, Gwen actually felt a little self-conscious.
Would he like me? Is this really happening? Why does this feel so good, are things allowed to feel this good?
All those questions and more flashed through Gwen's mind. But she knew that her doubts were unfounded. He liked her, appreciated her, wanted her. She could tell that from the insistent pressure of his hands, from the way he kissed her.

One part of her wanted everything to happen right away, as quickly as possible. More of her appreciated drawing out the now-inevitable conclusion, letting the desire and heat within surge to ever greater heights.

Gwen undid his tie and slid it out of his collar. Letting that drop to the floor, she started on his shirt buttons, popping them out one by one to reveal the white undershirt beneath that was all that stood between her and the fit body it hid.

Aiden let her push his shirt and jacket back down his shoulders, and then he began trying to pull his arms out. But Gwen stopped him, holding the jacket tight to keep his arms pinned behind his back. He smiled at her.

"You've got me," he said, "I surrender."

He tried to kiss her, but she pulled back just out of reach. "I guess that means I can do whatever I want with you... To you," Gwen replied. She let her lips graze his, fighting back the urge to give in and stop the teasing the whole time.

"What do you want to do to me?" Aiden said, his eyes sparkling with flirtatious heat.

Gwen shot back a wolfish grin, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

She kissed him again, and relaxed her hold on his jacket so that he could finally slip out of it. His arms slipped around her waist, tightening to pull her closer.

And then he picked her up, slipping one arm beneath her knees while she clutched at him to keep from falling.

"What are you doing?" she said as he stood up, holding her with ease. It was an interesting feeling. No man had ever held her like that before.

"The couch isn't the right place for this," Aiden said. He then carried her down the hall, opened the bedroom door, and set her down on the bed. He lay down beside her, pulling her close so that they could kiss again.  Grabbing her knee, he pulled it so that her thigh rested on his.

And then his hand slid up her thigh to hook a finger onto the bottom of her dress and begin drawing it upwards.

Reaching her bottom, he discovered the cotton panties she'd pulled on that morning. For another moment, Gwen felt self conscious. She cursed herself for not putting on a pair of sexier underwear, like a thong or something. Although she did count her blessings that she hadn't decided on a pair of granny panties or the like.

Then again
, she thought as Aiden nuzzled her neck,
how could I have possibly known this was going to happen?

But just as before, her self-consciousness lasted for only a moment. Aiden didn't care about her panties. He hooked a finger into the elastic waistband and began sliding them down. She rolled onto her back as he went onto his knees to finish the process of removing her panties.

Of course, Gwen got over-eager which resulted in a minor tangling incident as he tried to pull them off her ankles.

She was thankful it was dark in his bedroom, so that he couldn't see her blushing at her own eagerness.

Again, Aiden said and did nothing to point out her little goofs. No, he went down to the foot of her bed and kissed her ankles, then her calves. Her skin prickled with gooseflesh as she spread her legs, exposing herself to him. A wave of nervous desire washed through her as she did so, at once wanting his lips to continue working their way upwards while also trying desperately to remember whether she'd kept everything tidy down there when she'd showered.

However, those doubts soon disappeared when Aiden's hot lips showed no signs of slowing. In fact, he seemed barely able to keep this bit of teasing up. His hot breaths washed out over the flesh of her inner thigh.

"Aiden..." Gwen breathed as his mouth slid closer to that slickness between her thighs.

She couldn't say anything else. A gasp burst from her mouth when he kissed her sex. Her fingers shot down and tangled themselves in his hair again, trying to pull him closer for more of that delicious pressure.

His tongue tasted her nectar, then began licking eagerly. All the muscles below her stomach clenched up, the sensation of his mouth against her almost too much to bear.

Her body responded to his skilful ministrations, which drew more and more of her dew out. But that simply made him hungrier, more lustful. He lapped up all she could give him with an insatiable hunger. Her inner walls quivered in delight as the tip of his tongue did something so wonderfully naughty that her bottom started arching off the bed.

And her fingers squeezed so hard in his hair that she thought she must be close to tearing it out. Whether Aiden felt any discomfort, she couldn't say. If anything, he liked it.

She called out his name again and again as he brought her to a climax, her whole body boiling with the heat of it.

When he stopped, she couldn't wait any longer for him. No more teasing or games; they needed to be together, right that second, right that instant.

They tore off the bits of clothing that remained on their bodies. Gwen wanted to stop for a moment to admire Aiden's pectorals, his broad shoulders and his abdominals. But not as much as she wanted to feel his weight over her. And he, too, clearly wanted to admire her body some more (which gave Gwen a happy glow) but he also succumbed to his baser, primal desires.

She admired his quivering manhood as he rolled the condom he'd grabbed from a drawer in the bedside table down his length.

Bracing himself on his arms above her, he guided himself between her legs. They both stopped breathing when he pushed against her opening. And then, maddeningly, he paused.

"What is it?" Gwen asked.

"Tell me this is what you want," Aiden replied.

"You know it is."

He kissed her gently, sweetly. "I just wanted to make sure. I've wanted this for a while now, and I just needed to know it wasn't in my head."

Gwen squeezed his biceps and let her hands slide up to his shoulders, then down his chest and stomach and back up. He had such a great body. Why did he hide it under layers of expensive tailored suits all the time?

Lifting her neck, she kissed him for a moment, then let her head fall back to the pillow. "I need you," she said, looking into his eyes.

He slid into her, both of them gasping. The entire world dropped away until it consisted of just their two entwined bodies. Gwen's body practically burst with the sensation of being with Aiden. It wasn't like the dream at all. It was real.

Aiden started slowly at first, letting her tense body get used to his size. She luxuriated in the sensation of his manhood thrusting into her.

It had been a while since she’d last been with a man, and she felt extra sensitive, extra aware of how their bodies joined together.

When he started going faster, she wrapped her legs around the small of his back and locked her ankles together, using them to urge him to greater speed.

The room filled with their shared groans and gasps.

Gwen loved to run her hands up and down his chest, and to take hold of his shoulders. Aiden hissed when she dug her nails into his flesh.

Soon, they both glistened with the sweat of their exertions. Aiden kept his pace even, never slowing. When Gwen felt her climax begin, he sped up, guiding and riding her through it.

And he still wasn't done.

From there, they changed to a spooning position, Gwen's shoulders resting against Aiden's chest. His hot breaths kept washing across her neck and face, and he whispered sexy little nothings into her ear. One of his hands explored her body, tracing her figure until his fingers finally entwined in the hair at the back of her head.