“I like that you make me laugh,” I tell him.“Laughing is good for you.”
“I think you might be good for me.”His expression softens even more, and then his mouth is on mine again, asking and demanding in equal parts.
I think he might be even better for me—because I can’t remember the last time anyone made me feel so good.
So pretty, so wanted, so desirable.
We’re on the couch in a flash, his hands tender on my waist, my hips.
There’s no denying the tension between us was building to this—the feel of his lips against mine, the slide of his tongue stoking a fire I wasn’t sure I had in me.
My hands press against his chest and I straddle his hips, rocking against him with a needy intention that has us both gasping at the sensation.
“Wait,” he grits out, his eyes squeezed shut.
I go still.
Did I do something wrong?Was I too much?Shit.
“I just, gimme a second, sweetheart, or I’m going to lose control.”
I collapse against his chest, huffing a laugh into the crook of his neck.Then, because I feel like it, I bite him.
Just a little bit.
Just for funsies.
“Sylvie,” he groans.
“Maybe I want you to lose control,” I say, then lick the little spot I bit.“Maybe I think that sounds like fun.”
“You deserve more than fun.You deserve a lot more than fun.”
I squint at his neck, breathing in the clean, masculine scent of his skin.“Then give me what you think I deserve.Fun probably should be part of the equation at this point, though.I mean, if we’re not having fun, then… doesn’t that sort of ruin the whole thing?”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Which means I’m right, obviously.”I give an exaggerated eye roll then toss my hair.Which is tied up in a tight bun, so I end up just looking like an idiot.
But Aiden laughs, and it makes me laugh too—and then we sit there, grinning at each other for a beat before I decide to take matters into my own hands.
Literally.
“Stop me if I do something—anything—you don’t like,” I tell him.
“I don’t think you could do anything I wouldn’t like.”
“What if I bit your dick?”I ask, batting my eyelashes.
He barks out a laugh.“Okay, yes.I don’t want you to bite my dick off.Thank you so much for setting that boundary.But otherwise, your mouth there?That sounds… perfect.”
“Noted.Scout’s honor that I will not bite your dick off.”
“Were you a Scout?”he asks, laughing softly, his eyes twinkling.
“Nope.”I pop the p, waggling my eyebrows, and he laughs harder.His big hands run up the back of my shirt, and god, his skin against mine is everything I want.
“Please be impressed by the fact that you’re talking about biting my dick and I’m still hard.”
