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Her thighs shake, and the rest of her tightens as she arches against my face. Flattening my tongue against her pussy, I lick up to her clit and devour every drop.
“Good God,” I growl, tasting my lips and pulling her toward me. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet.”
She’s still panting when I kiss her lips.
“You okay?”
“I’ve never come that hard in my life,” she murmurs. “Not even with my bullet.”
“Maybe next time we invite him to join us. He can be our little teammate.”
“I’m not sure I could handle that,” she admits, her cheeks tinted pink. “I should probably get dressed. This was risky with Serena in the house.”
I grab her clothes and hate that she avoids my gaze while putting them on. Once she’s done, I corner her against the cupboards.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’. I’m tired.”
“Laney, talk to me.”
“I’m fine, promise. I just wasn’t expectin’ that. At all.”
She’s overwhelmed, which I can understand, so I don’t push her on it. “Okay. Do you wanna talk about it?”
“We can tomorrow,” she insists.
I nod, then lead her down the hallway. “Well, you know where I am if you change your mind and wanna chat.” I squeeze her hand in mine.
She smirks and whispers, “Get some sleep. Serena wants to take you to a paintin’ class at the Children’s Museum, and it starts at ten.”
“In the mornin’? Damn.” I chuckle softly, realizing I’ll probably get less than five hours of sleep by the time she wakes up. Without waiting for a response, I bring my mouth to hers and tenderly kiss her. “Sweet dreams, darlin’.”
ChapterFourteen
Laney
God, what is wrong with me?
As soon as Ayden gave me the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had, my head clouded with doubt.
What if we don’t work out or he hates it here?
What if he blames me for being stuck in Texas and leaves again, breaking my heart for a second time?
His proclaiming his love for me has made everything so real. It’s what I’d wanted all these years, but now that it’s happened, I’m swarmed with anxiety.
Ayden being here is a dream come true and everything I’ve ever wanted, but I’m worried my lack of sexual experience will add to my insecurities and fears. It’s been years since I’ve been intimate with a man, and even before the last time I was, it had been years before that with Ayden. He was my first and only up until my divorce. My mom pushed me togo for itand date again,but it was an awful experience.
As he had me on the counter, spread out like his favorite holiday feast, there was that lingering doubt that I wasn’t as sexually experienced as I once was with him. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other during our teens, but it was puppy love. We had no responsibilities and no one else to compare the other to. But now, nothing felt as intimate as when his head was between my thighs, and I was floating to heaven on an orgasmic wave. The aftershock of what we’d done hit me harder than I expected. It’d been years since I’d felt that kind of intimacy, and I mentally shut down. However, the last thing I want is for him to think I’m not attracted to him or share the same feelings. I just need to push through my self-doubt and go for what I truly want.
So when I hear Ayden get in the shower an hour before we have to leave, I decide togo for it.He leaves in two days, and even though he’s already agreed to move here, I want to make it crystal clear that I’m in this for the long haul, too.
I strip off my clothes, inhale a deep breath, and open the bathroom door. Steam covers most of him through the glass door, but the outline of him is visible enough for me to see how good he looks.
When I open the door, Ayden blinks at me and slowly lowers his gaze down my naked body. Stepping in, I move under the warm water, then close the door behind me.
“Good mornin’,” I say casually.
