Summer Heat by Jaci Burton Page A

to let go a bit? She’d let go earlier, and Aidan had taken her
places she’d never been before.
    Careful, Melissa.
Remember what happened last time you let someone in your heart. The last time
you lost control, it cost you dearly.
    But this wasn’t about
her heart, wasn’t about relationships and love. Aidan wanted one thing only
from her—hot, unbridled sex. What was so wrong about that? She was a healthy
woman who enjoyed sex as much as any man. As much as Aidan Storm seemed to.
This was what she wanted, and she was smart enough not to involve her heart.
    Aidan reached for her.
“Come here. Kiss me.”
    She leaned over and fit
her mouth over his, still surprised at the lightning shock that shot through
her every time she touched him. Her body moistened in response.
    “Nice,” he murmured
against her lips, sliding his tongue against her bottom lip and nipping it
lightly with his teeth. She moaned against his mouth, rewarded with his sexy,
rumbling laugh.
    He reached around and
grasped her buttocks, pulling her toward his erection. When she rocked against
him, he groaned.
    Unable to resist
further, she slid her hands down his shirt-clad chest and over his rigid
abdomen, then halted at the waistband of his jeans.
    “Don’t stop,” he said,
breathing heavily.
    “Tell me what you want,
Aidan,” she urged, needing to hear it even though she already knew.
    He fixed her with a
dark and dangerous stare that she read as a man on the edge.
    Good. Just where she
wanted him. Because she intended to take him right over that edge, and then
some.
    “You know what I want.
Give it to me.”
    “Tsk, tsk, such an
impatient man.” Her fingers slid a little lower and rested on his zipper.
Already she could feel his heat surging through her fingertips, lighting fire
to her body.
    “Don’t fuck with me,
Lissa,” he warned.
    She laughed, a low and
husky sound that she couldn’t quite believe came from her. “I thought that’s
exactly what you wanted me to do.”
    “Yeah, and we’ll get to
that. Right now, I want you to suck me.”
    Her nipples tightened,
pleasure flooding between her legs. “Oh, I will, Aidan. But first…first I need
to touch you.”
    The torture had lasted
long enough. For both of them. Unable to wait any longer, she moved her hand
down until she found his erection. Huge, both lengthy and thick, her gaze flew
up to his. “Wow.”
    He laughed. “Thanks.”
    Palming him, still not
quite able to believe his size, she pressed in and his erection jumped toward
her hand.
    “Touch it.”
    Further commands from
Aidan were unnecessary. He couldn’t have kept her from her exploration if he’d
tried. Making quick work of the button on his jeans, she slid the zipper down,
brushing against his straining erection as she did so. Her heart sped up, a
sense of urgency enveloping her. She grasped his shaft and pulled it free of
his clothing.
    He helped her by
lifting his hips and sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs. His erection
sprang up and she stood back and admired him. Long, it had to be nearly nine
inches, and incredibly thick. Visions of him pounding inside her had her juices
flowing down her thighs.
    “Stop doing that,” he
rasped.
    “What?” Certainly above
average. Would it even fit inside her? For that matter, would she ever have the
chance to find out?
    “Stop looking at it
like that. You’re gonna make me come before you ever get your mouth on it.”
    Her lips curled in a
devilish smile. “Oh. We can’t have that, now can we?”
    She stroked his length,
mesmerized when his cock jumped in her hand and burned her palms. Goosebumps
popped up on her skin.
    “Wow.”
    Aidan let loose a
guttural groan. “Lissa, stop.”
    She let his erection
slide away from her fingers. “You want me to stop?”
    “Fuck no. I want you to
touch it with your mouth. Quit teasing me.”
    If she weren’t so fired
up about doing exactly as he asked, she’d have tormented him a few seconds
longer. But she