Tempted (A Player Brother Romance Book) (A Standalone Novel) (Player Brothers Book 1) (21 page)

What guy answers 'not yet' to the offer of going to
the bedroom?

I soon found out.

He pulled away from me and casually reached for our
tumblers. Without a word he handed me my scotch and raised his glass, clicking
it against mine without a word. I watched with curiosity as he downed his, set
it back on the table with a bit of a mischievous glance in my direction.

He then lifted the edge of my dress to expose the
flesh of my stomach.

Leaning his head forward he placed small gentle kisses
along the curve of my stomach as he moved to position himself on his knees in
front of me. I couldn’t help but catch my breath as I realized his intention.
Every touch of his lips sent shivers through my body.

His hands reached for the edge of my bikini bottoms,
plucking at the strings that held them to me, and within seconds they had
landed across the room. I wanted to cry out as his kisses traveled further
south. His mouth hovered over me, as he pulled my hips to the edge of the couch
for better access.

With careful precision he kissed each thigh, lingering
each time I shivered or exclaimed. I closed my eyes as his mouth drew nearer to
my most sensitive place.

When his mouth finally landed upon my mound, I couldn’t
contain myself from crying out his name as the pleasure escalated.

Fuck it felt good.

He flicked his tongue across my clitoris, applying
small amounts of pressure in tiny circles, increasing and decreasing in gentle
massages. His hands remained at my waist as if to hold me in place, making me
feel like a chalice from which he drank. His lips and mouth worked over my
eager body, and I arched my head back in ecstasy.

I had never felt this way.

Never felt such pleasure.

Every nerve in my body had been set on fire, and I
wanted nothing to quench it. Soon I began to crest towards arrival. He must
have sensed the building tension somehow as his undulations grew in intensity,
flicking around my moist portal and dancing back to my awaiting nerve center.

"Oh, god!" I shrieked as the endorphins
flooded my system. His lingering tongue extended the orgasm until at last I
fell back on the couch, nearly spent.

"No, it's just me,” he said, kissing his way back
up my inner thigh.

He pulled my dress down to cover me again, and looked
up into my eyes. It took me a moment to realize what he had said in relation to
my exclamation. When I did, I burst into laughter.

"I'm glad you’re enjoying yourself,” he said with
a wry grin, as he stood and extended his hand.

I took it and stood, realizing that my knees were
wobbly enough that I needed to balance on him. My face came just inches from
his as I clutched to him. He stole a kiss, wrapping his arms around my
shoulders, pulling my body against his. Again I pressed my palms against his
chest and leaned into the kiss, feeling my passion awaken once more, and
wondering how he could have such an effect on me.

He took my hand in his and led me down the hallway to
the bedroom. Once inside he pulled my dress off of me, exposing my naked body
completely to him. I had to admit I felt a thrill as his eyes raked over me,
taking me in completely, before devouring my mouth once more with his own. His
arms embraced me. I couldn’t help but remember that we had been in the throes
of nature today, and we still had the remnants of it all over our skin.

"Aiden," I murmured as his lips found my
neck. "Aiden, can you tell me where your bathroom is?"

"Really?" he said.

"Yeah, I just wanted to rinse off real quick. I
feel like I'm still covered in dried sea salt."

He pulled back and looked at me with a mischievous
twinkle. "Sure. Right this way."

He led me to the door across from the bedroom. The
bathroom looked as if I had stepped into the cover of a home improvement
magazine. Firstly, it was larger than my entire bedroom, and every surface
gleamed, white porcelain and steel silver edges made the modern theme of the
apartment that much more apparent.

He handed me a towel and washcloth, pausing to nipple
along the curve of my shoulder before he stepped out leaving me alone. I pulled
back the sliding door into the huge shower and turned on the water. Instantly I
felt better as the warm water washed over me. For a moment I wondered if I had
broken the mood with Aiden, but my question was answered a few minutes later,
when I heard the bathroom door open again.

The door slid open and a very naked Aiden stepped into
the shower. Instantly the sight of his body made me react. I silently marveled
again at his exquisite physique. The curls of ink on his arms, perfectly
complimented the muscles flexing beneath his skin.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he answered, stepping towards me.

I welcomed him by wrapping my arms around his neck and
finding his lips with mine. The water engulfed us. Aiden picked up the soap and
began to lather my body, rubbing his hands over my torso, my ribcage, and my
breasts, teasing at my lips all the while.

I did the same and when our bodies touched we slipped
and slid as the foreplay continued. He had already made me come with his mouth,
but I wanted to find out what else he could do. My hands slid down his body, as
much as they could while I still kept my body as close to his as I could, as my
fingers found his firm manhood.

He inhaled sharply as my fingers wrapped around him.

I looked up and saw his eyes go dark as he tilted his
head back. I caressed him gently, still unsure how to proceed as I hadn’t had
as much experience as I believed he had. I traced my fingertips over the head
of his cock, taking note as his hips twitched in reaction.

He kissed me roughly, pulling us both underneath the
shower, rinsing the foamy lather off our bodies. Once we were completely free
of it, he opened the sliding door, pulled me out and lifted me off my feet. I
wrapped my legs around him as he carried me out of the bathroom and into the
bedroom, trailing water behind us the whole way.

He gently lowered me down onto the bed, hovering over
me just as he had earlier today on the beach. This time he kissed me,
fulfilling the wish that I had wanted before when we lay upon the sand. I
kissed him back, feeling the connection grow between us.

I hadn’t answered him before, when he had asked me if
I wanted a relationship, because in that moment I hadn’t had an answer. As our
bodies tangled together in rising pleasure, I knew what my answer should be. Throughout
everything we had been through the strength of our friendship had remained a
currant underneath all of the competitiveness and tension. I knew that no
matter what he would always be with me, and I would always be with him.

He lifted himself over me, my whole body tingling with
anticipation. I felt him press against me, his eyes locked on mine as our
bodies at last became one.

He held back moving in a slow rhythm, as if fighting
the urgency that was so apparent in his breath and his eyes. With my legs
wrapped around his waist, I arched my hips forward, clutching my fingers
against the broad musculature of his back. He showered me with kisses, from my
lips, along my forehead, a gentle caress of the lips above each of my eyelids.

I had never felt so adored, so cherished.

His ragged breathing increased and I felt my own
desire escalate in turn. Seeing him turned on to such a degree made me feel
powerful and vulnerable all at once. With my fingers tangled through his hair,
I kept his face in front of me as much as I could.

I wanted to see him.

I wanted to be in the moment with him as much as he
would let me.

He stayed with me, our eyes locked as if in a silent
bond as our bodies joined. I wondered if this is what it felt like to be made
love to. If any part of me still clung to logic, I knew that I wanted to love
him even if I couldn’t yet bring myself to say it.

"Blair," his voice whispered in my ear
revealing his urgency.

I felt the same way as he sounded. I couldn’t take any
more of the pleasure he imposed upon me, and yet I couldn’t stop.

I wanted more, and yet even more.

"Aiden," I whimpered in response. "Oh,
god. Aiden!"

He placed his forehead against mine, locked his arms
around my shoulders. The softness in his eyes betrayed his emotions, and I felt
as if mine were open to him as well. At last we came together both crying out
in each other’s arms, echoing the sound and rhythm of the ocean that we had
carried with us from our day at the seaside.

He fell alongside me and I curled into the hollow of
his arm, placing my hand upon his chest. We lay for a long while without
speaking. I felt at peace, for the first time in a long time. I chose not to
say anything for fear of breaking the spell that held us both in that perfect
place between reality and fantasy. His fingers traced absent minded circles
around my shoulders. In this way, lying in his arms fully at peace, I drifted
into a dreamless dose.
 

Chapter
Nine

I awoke a little while later feeling happier than I
had in a long time. Across the hall I heard the shower running. I knew that I
probably needed to go home. We had only napped for about twenty minutes, and it
was still a few minutes before midnight. I wanted to get a proper night’s sleep
before our meeting with the senior partners tomorrow.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood. I
grabbed Aiden's lined shirt and pulled it over my head, deciding to head to the
kitchen. When he came out of the shower I would tell him then my intentions. I couldn’t
help but smile at the thought that I would become Aiden Player's girlfriend.

Briefly I considered joining him again in the shower,
but decided against it. That would probably just get us started again and put
us in a distracted mood for the rest of the weekend.

I felt like I had a silly grin across my face as I
headed down the hallway. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself as I waited, when
I spied a bowl of fruit on the counter in the kitchen. Absently I picked up a
banana and peeled it as I wandered over to the patio window.

I stood there looking out enjoying the view of the
ocean as I ate the banana. The feeling of a silly school girl had taken over me
as I played over the events of the day, wondering if he had planned the whole
thing or if he had taken a leap at the spur of the moment. Our chemistry felt
undeniable, especially after the love making that had just taken place.

How
could I
have held him at arm’s
length for so long, I wondered.

And why
did I become
so laser
focused on something I wanted in the realm of my career, but couldn’t have
admitted even to myself, that I had wanted Aiden from the moment I saw him.

I wandered back into the kitchen to throw away the
banana peel. As I did so something caught my eye, a shape that triggered
something in my brain and caused me to take a second look. Lying just on the
top of his full garbage can was a small brown pill bottle. It looked empty at
first glance, and I momentarily thought about leaving it alone. But I knew that
he had never been on any kind of medication as a child. Out of empathy or
curiosity I picked up the bottle and read the label.

Amphetamines.

My heart dropped into my stomach and my pulse began to
race.

I should not have looked, and I knew that.

But now I had.

The place where the name had been printed had been
marked over with a black marker, which made me wonder if he had gotten them
illegally.

This didn’t seem like Aiden at all.

My mind whirled at what this meant, as I questioned
what to do. I needed to ask him what this meant. I needed him to tell me that I
was misinterpreting what I saw. I needed him to prove to me that he was still
the same person that I had known and had come to know again, the same person
that I had fallen in love with. I reeled at the realization of the
implications.

The water stopped, and a few minutes later I heard
Aiden walking down the hallway. For a split second I debated on throwing it
back where I had found it, but I couldn’t let it go.

I had to know.

I straightened up and held the bottle out as he
stepped into the kitchen. He had changed into a pair of jeans after his shower
and he held his tee shirt on his left hand about to pull it on. He stopped when
he saw me. At first he had a smile on his face to greet me, but I saw it fall
as he recognized the item that I held in my hand.

"Is there something you want to tell me about?"
I asked, trying to keep my tone even but sensing the accusatory edge in my
voice as I spoke.

His eyebrows pulled together as his face grew dark.

"Where did you get that!" he demanded.

"Aiden, is there something going on that I should
know about?" I said while holding the bottle out in front of him like a
teacher who had confiscated a note.

"What the hell, Blair!" he exclaimed.
"Were you going through my things?"