“Let me show you,” I whisper against his lips, and gasp when he kisses me hard enough to steal my breath away.
Ayden presses his palm against my own hand, threading our fingers tightly together, keeping it captive in his grip. He moves our clasped hands over my head, keeping them pinned their with his weight.
He leans back, his eyes roving over my face, watching and waiting.
I lick my lips, wanting to push him a little. “You call that a kiss? After all this time?”
He grins. Ayden holds my face with one hand, moving my head so my chin tips up. I shiver in his grip, liking the way he’s holding me, touching me, and all of our clothes are still on.
His hand moves from my face and into my hair, holding it tight enough that I feel it along my scalp. I gasp into his mouth. Ayden stops and le
