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The air crackles between us and I’m buzzing.
Aiden pulls away, his eyes searching mine. The moment they connect, the fire and heat I see in them intensifies and the next second it’s all over for me.
I climb him like a tree while his lips slant over mine. My fingers dig into his shoulder to hoist myself up and Aiden’s hands slide to my ass to take my weight as my legs wrap around his waist. All the while our lips stay glued together, any distance, no matter how small, is just not acceptable.
My insides liquefy, any resistance or conviction I worked so hard to maintain, melts away. There is no room for fear in my craving for this man.
There’s no finesse in this kiss, only primal desire. His lips are urgent, our teeth and tongues clashing, the hunger inside both of us demanding to be fed. My whole body is on fire. Give me more.
Aiden walks backward with me wrapped around his body until my back hits the wall with a thud. A picture crashes to the floor, but we don’t care, continuing our onslaught of each other’s mouths.
Our breaths mingle as he grinds his hardness between my legs. There’s going to be a visible wet spot on my yoga pants. Still, I don’t care. The thought of him leaking pre-cum makes me want to glide to my knees and taste him. My core tightens with tension. Am I seriously on the verge of an orgasm from a mere kiss?
Then Aiden’s mouth leaves mine. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, biting it and giving it a good, firm tug. I moan.
“Ade,” I whimper, hardly recognizing my own needy voice.
“God, what you do to me,” he groans against my skin. “You make me lose all self-control, lucida.”
He clears his throat and untangles my legs from his waist, carefully setting me back on the ground.
“No hanky-panky, remember?” he says, more to himself than me, before cracking his neck from side to side. “Are you ready for the official house tour, milady?”he asks not a second later.
I stare at him wide-eyed. House tour? Now? All I see are flat surfaces. I lick my lips unconsciously, gaping at his. They’re swollen and red from our kisses.
“No hanky-panky,” he repeats, more firmly this time.
Argh!
“Come on, Sunshine.” He takes my hand and guides me to the stairs leading to the upper level. “Let’s begin at the top and work our way down,” Aiden suggests, but freezes midstep.
“On second thought, let’s begin downstairs and work our way up.” He changes direction and takes me to a different set of stairs.
Ahh! It dawns on me. His bedroom is upstairs, and he doesn’t trust himself to take me there while we’re both on an arousal high. Damn this man and his self-control!
No, actually, I should praise him. Because remember, fool, you were going to stay away from him for his own good… just friends, right!
Downstairs is a large rumpus room. It’s the definition of a man cave with a large billiard table to one side and oversized couches scattered around a mega-size television on the other. There’s a small bar in the corner, ready to supply cold beer on tap as the guys watch a game.
Next to this room is a well-equipped gym and a bathroom with a laundry room sectioned off at the end. “Do you workout here every day?” I ask.
“No, only on weekends or if I work from home. Otherwise, I use the gym at work.”
“How long is your workout?”
“Usually an hour or two. Depends what’s on for the day.” That sounds like torture, but I guess a body like his has to be maintained. All the better for me.
We climb the stairs to the main level and I have another look around. I’ve already seen the living room with its large fireplace, kitchen, and dining room. Tucked behind the stairs is a small corridor leading to three bedrooms and one bathroom.
“Why do all the bedrooms have beds in them when it’s just you living here? Wouldn’t one or two guest bedrooms be enough?”
“I can see why you would think that, but sometimes I have my nephews and nieces staying and they’re better off in separate rooms.” Oh, he has his sister’s kids sleep over sometimes. I really want to see that. I bet he is a great uncle, lots of fun and laughter to be had with him.
“How often does that happen?” I ask.
“Once a month. My sisters usually drop the little monsters here on the first Saturday of each month. It’s their date night with their husbands.”
Argh! Just shoot me now. He’s a nice big brother too? I’m about to tease him about it, but we’re making our way to the upper level, and I’m too eager to see what awaits me there.
