his hands into her hair and matched her movements, rocking her gently against the dresser.
Beth gasped. “You do, Aidan. Only you.”
Aidan placed his hands on her hips as she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. That was when she felt his arousal again. It pressed between her legs in that perfect spot, in the most perfect way, escalating her desire and shredding the apprehension she felt with him on the bed as if it was made of tissue paper.
Beth lifted one leg and hooked it around his hip, curious as to where else they could take this. Aidan grunted and grabbed her thigh, rustling her dress as he hitched her leg higher and wrapped his other hand around her waist to pull her closer. She bucked her hips against him, feeling him hard and thick under his pants and pushing where she wanted him most.
Aidan dropped his head to her shoulder.
“Oh, fuc… aaahh, Beth…” He tightened his grip on her thigh and ground against her again.
The sensation that rippled throughout Beth’s body made her tremble, and the foot that remained on the floor struggled to keep her upright. She clutched Aidan’s sweater, desperate not to break the contact between them. The expression on his face was a concoction of pleasure and pain as she moved her hips against him again. Then his entire demeanor shifted.
“No!” With a low growl, Aidan pushed away from her, releasing his hand from her thigh and driving it into his hair.
Beth’s foot dropped to the floor. She shot her hands out behind her and caught the vanity to keep from falling over. The throbbing between her legs dominated all of her thoughts, making comprehension impossible.
“We have to stop.” Aidan’s chest heaved with his throaty proclamation. He took another step back, increasing the gap between them at a time when Beth wanted him closer than ever.
The distance provided space for reality and sanity to enter. Her hand flew to her mouth. What had she done? She grew up with the understanding that such things occurred between a husband and wife only. She was becoming more liberal regarding intimacy before marriage, and with Aidan’s help, realized her desires for him were normal and nothing to be ashamed about, but this was still much too big a step for her to take at the moment.
Beth let go of the vanity carefully and corrected her stance. Aidan paced before her with long, impatient strides and raked his hands through his hair, his lips pressed together in a firm line.
Beth straightened her dress, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Aidan, I—I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
Aidan stopped walking, still breathing heavily. “Please don’t misunderstand my actions.” Torment battled the longing in his eyes. “I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my entire life, and I didn’t want to stop.” He closed his eyes momentarily, a groan escaping his lips. “Damn it, you have no idea how much I didn’t want to stop. But if I didn’t, then we’d be back on your bed, and right now, that’s not where we should be. You’re not ready, you made that clear earlier, and as the man in the relationship, it’s my responsibility to do what’s best for you, to take care of you.” He took her hands in his, bringing them to his lips for a kiss. “I don’t want you to get caught up in the moment and do something you’ll regret later.”
“Thank you, Aidan.” Beth’s blush deepened with the recollection of her actions. “I’m sorry for pushing you and forcing you to be the one to make this decision.”
“Trust me, baby, I’m not sorry about what happened. It felt amazing. You feel amazing. But that’s the problem. It felt too amazing and I lost control, especially after you did that… that thing with your leg.” He shook his head, as if he was trying to rid himself of the memory, though his expression told her it wasn’t because he didn’t like what she’d done.
“I’m grateful you had the strength to be the