SLOW - The Story of Signy and Aden, #1 by Julianna West Page A

headboard, so he appears before me in the most beautiful light. His body is so perfect. Muscular and almost glowing in the moonshine. His wet hair stands up a little and he still hasn't bothered to shave the stubble on his face. It adds just the right amount of contrast to his features, making him look a little dark and mysterious.
    Aden is altogether sexy.
    And isn't that how it usually happens? The hot guys is always the liar, or the cheater, or the wife-beater. He's never the honest, loving guy who wants to make babies with you.
    "You want company?" he asks.
    "No."
    Why he asked me the question, I have no idea, because he drops the towel that was wrapped around his waist, crawls up the bed until he's next to me, and bumps me until I move over. "This is my side of the bed, Peaches," he whispers. And then he pulls me into his arms, my back resting against his chest, and his cock pressing up against my ass.
    "You're back to fuck my mind now too?"
    "Shit, Signy," he groans. I wait it out because I have nothing to say. "I deserve that, I guess," he finally adds.
    I snort.
    "But you have to admit, it was fun, right? The foreplay? It was fun?"
    Reluctantly I agree in my head, but I keep that inside, thank God.
    "It was more than fun for me, Signy. I think you're amazing."
    My head just shakes. "It was a set-up, Aden, and you were in on it. You used me to get in on this case, put me in danger, and now you think you're the hero or something?" I pause but he stays silent so I just let it all out. "You make me feel dirty ."
    He leans his face into my neck and whispers, "I'm sorry. You're not dirty, Sig. That's not what I meant to do, I swear." His hand slips down and cups my breast and then his fingertips brush around my nipple with a touch so light it perks up instantly. I draw in a deep breath and tip my head back a little with desire. "I can be soft and nice, too Signy."
    I try and shrug him off but he holds me firmly in his arms. My body wants him, even my heart is beginning to want him. But I can't trust him. "You're just playing games, Aden."
    "I'll lose this game if you want me to, as long as you forgive me." His fingertip drags down my belly, tickling me enough to gasp, then slides right down between my legs and I instantly feel the wetness. He's encouraged by my reaction and teases his finger up and down my slit, barely touching it, barely letting me know he's there. My breathing ratchets up a little and I can feel his cock grow as he presses himself into me. "And I didn't fuck you, Sig. We only messed around a bit."
    "Whatever."
    "I might like to make love to you right now though."
    "I bet you would."
    "But I won't."
    I stop breathing for a moment.
    "Because I'd much rather have you make love to me." I exhale as his finger withdraws from my borrowed boxers. "And that's all you're getting."
    I let out a little laugh. "What?"
    He tugs on my shoulder and makes me lie flat on the bed next to him and then his lips are on me, not in the urgent and hard way that they were earlier, but soft and tender. He starts at the little dent in my throat and lifts up my t-shirt and his mouth drifts down to my breast and sucks it gently. It's nothing like what he gave me earlier. Nothing.
    I watch him and when he stops to look up at me, all I see is desire in his half-mast eyes. I swallow as he comes back up towards my face and traces the outline of my lips with his thumb. "Tell me to stop and I'll leave you alone."
    "Don't stop," I breathe. I don't know why I said it, but it's already out and I don't want to take it back. I want someone to hold me tonight and if I can trick Aden into doing that with some sex, well, fuck it. I'm weak, I'm stupid, and I'm alone. I just want someone to make me feel wanted right now.
    Aden smiles and then inches down the bed, pulling my boxers down with him. His touch makes me shiver as he passes my knees, stops to caress my inner thigh for a moment, then continues down my calf. He slips the shorts past my toes