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As soon as she had dried off, Jenna strode out of the bathroom, stark naked. Why worry with putting on clothes, when your only intention is to take them off, after all? Her mind was very, very set on getting what she wanted, now! Who knew when Aiden would return? She was not about to go on waiting for this indefinitely while he went off to do his agent thing.


The first and only thing she saw when she left the lovely en-suite behind, was Aiden. He was sitting on the bed, something that was downright practical with what she had in mind. He was half hidden behind a black tome, adorned with ornate gold letters that sort of sparkled. This was the man that had just told her that he loved her, and if she had found him hot before his admission... Well, now he seemed like the embodiment of sex to her. He was wearing a clear blue button-up over some black, once again worn-out, jeans. There were glimpses of naked skin shining through the holes in the fabric, but far too little for her taste right now.

When the bathroom door clicked shut, he only glanced up from his book for half a second before returning his full attention to the book. Well... great. It seemed like she would have to work for any kind of reaction. She made a mental note to find out the title of that book later, to see what her rival was named. This... was absolutely not the response she had been expecting after all his talk about seduction. There she was, in all her naked glory, and his nose was buried so far into a dusty old book that he didn't even notice it. Oh well.


She quickly moved over to sit next by him on the round, soft bed...


-Aiden? Honey? You said I should tell you about my needs, right?


-Yes, love. Alw...


That seemed to be when he really saw her. The book fell to the floor with an audible thump, even cushioned by the carpet. His wide eyes were locked on her, roaming up and down her body, as if they didn't quite believe what they were seeing. His jaw was dropped open in the "a" he never quite got around to voicing.


She straddled his lap, now that it was free for her to do so, and began playing with the buttons of his shirt.


-Well, see... I got some needs right now. Needs I am quite sure you're able to take care of. In fact, I am sure that you're the only one able to take care of them. I need to feel your hands on me. I need to be as close to you as possible. I need to kiss, and touch, and taste you. I need you to put all those words into action while we still have time, dammit. But most of all, I just need you.


For every need she mentioned, she opened another button, leaving more of his chest exposed to her touch. At first, her hands were shaking. Was this okay? Would he let her? But with every button she grew more confident, as he never intervened. He merely stared at her with wonder in his eyes, as though she had just handed him the world, and the moon, and maybe a handful of stars too. He was so clearly in her power at that moment. This incredible creature, seeming to barely dare to breath beneath her. As though breathing would make this all stop. Totally transfixed. It was absolutely beautiful, but... She had to make him dosomething. Soon!


She dove in to kiss him, burying her hands in his hair. That woke him up, as though a spell was broken. Or maybe just replaced by a new one. From perfect stillness to all action at a speed that would make any sports car proud. He pulled her flush against him, his arms wrapped around her so tight it was almost uncomfortable, but only almost. His lips, soft but determined against her own in a kiss that seemed to start out intense but then only grew more so with every new movement. He sucked her lower lip in between his own, lightly nibbling on it, sending a jolt of arousal through her entire being. She replied in kind, and it was as though the world was only pleasure, only moist lips and tongue and teeth for one perfect moment. That, and the feeling of him, hard between her thighs. His interest in the proceedings was very evident, even between far too many layers of fabric.


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