On A Night Like This (Callaways #1)

all self conscious, and why should he be? He was gorgeous and male and for the moment all hers.
    He held out his hand to her and she took it, getting to her feet.
    "Let's go to bed," he said. And then he led her into the bedroom.
    He grabbed a condom out of the nightstand, and she swallowed hard, suddenly realizing they were really going to do this. They were going to make love to each other.
    He gave her a questioning look.
    She answered by stretching out on the bed, happy to see the relief in his eyes when he joined her. For a long minute his gaze ran down her body. She almost covered herself up with her hands, but she didn’t want to hide from Aiden. She didn't want him to hide from her. She'd dreamed about this moment for half her life, and she wanted to see it, feel it, live it.
    She pulled him down on top of her, loving the weight of his body on hers, the way his hard angles fit so well with her soft curves. He kissed her mouth again, the curve of her neck, the lobe of her ear, his mouth setting off every single nerve ending in her body. He didn't move fast, but there was deliberateness behind every movement as if he knew exactly how to bring her to a quivering peak of need.
    She ran her hands up and down his back, around his waist, cupping the long hard, length of him, hearing his groan of pleasure and feeling an incredible delight that she could make him happy. And she planned on making him even happier.
    While a part of her wanted to savor every second, another part of her was urging her on. She wanted to get closer. She wanted Aiden inside her, all around her, so she cupped his buttocks and urged him forward. She was ready, more than ready, and when he slid inside of her, it was absolutely perfect, a feeling better than any she'd imagined.
    He picked up the pace, moving inside her with purpose and intensity, the passion between them rising with each breath, each beat of her heart. Her breasts burned from the friction of his chest. And each time his mouth dipped for hers, she felt as if he were taking her to another realm of pleasure. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.
    Aiden was right there with her, his husky voice caressing her name the same way he had in her dreams, his hands and body taking everything she had and giving even more in return. They hit the peak at the same time, crying out, holding on to each other, riding the wave back down until they were spent. He collapsed on top of her, and she held on to him, hoping she would never ever have to let him go.

    * * *
    Aiden didn't move for at least five minutes. He loved the feel of Sara's body under his. He adored the sweet curve of her neck, the swirl of her silky hair against his body, the soft, full swell of her breasts. But he was probably crushing her, so he reluctantly slid on to his side. He propped himself up on one elbow so he could see her better.
    Her face glowed in the moonlight and the smile she gave him made his heart flip over. In that smile, he could see love. That scared him. It also for some strange reason made him feel really, really good.
    It was just the great sex, he told himself. He'd seen glimpses of fire in Sara even when she was a shy teenager. Tonight, she hadn't held back a thing, and he'd loved seeing the passion rise in her eyes, feeling the frenzied, demanding movement of her hips. Just thinking about sliding between her legs again made him hard.
    He had a feeling he could have her again and again, and it wouldn't be enough.
    "Now you're the one who's thinking," Sara teased. "Usually, that's my department." Her smile grew a little wary when he didn't respond. A flash of her old insecurity tightened her expression. "What are you thinking about?"
    "You," he said simply.
    "In a good way?"
    "A very, very good way."
    Relief filled her gaze. "I thought it was amazing. Better than any of my fantasies about us."
    "You had fantasies about me?"
    "Since I was fourteen. You already knew that."
    "I knew you had a crush; I didn't know it was X-rated."
    "I've always had a big imagination."
    He ran his fingers down her bare thigh, smiling into her eyes. "Why did you have a crush on me, Sara?"
    "You have a mirror, don't you?" she asked dryly.
    "So it was all physical?"
    "You were nice to look at, but there was a lot more. I liked the way you stood up to bullies, the way you looked out for Emma and your family. Most of all, I admired your daredevil approach to life. You made me want to push my own boundaries, even though