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His kisses move from my mouth to my jaw and keep trailing down over my neck. His tongue flicks over my pulse, and I gasp at the sensation, at the electric buzz that shoots through my entire body. He smiles into my skin, then his hands are at my waist, his touch tickling me enough to make me giggle, which makes him giggle too, and we’re both laughing and laughing until he drags my shirt from my body and stares down at my plain black bra like he’s in awe.
“You’re utterly gorgeous,” he whispers.
“I wish I’d worn nicer underwear. If I’d known you’d be looking, I would’ve.”
“You never need to pretend to be anything for me. I like you as you are.”
I don’t have time or words to react because before I can even take another breath, he’s kissing my collarbones, making his way down to free my breasts and trail his tongue over them too. Each movement of his mouth leaves me with goosebumps and shivers, makes me unravel a little more, so by the time he’s toying with the waistband of my pants, I’m writhing, a mess waiting to be cleaned up.
“Stop taking your time,” I huff.
“But it’s been so long! I want to savor the moment.”
“I’ll savoryouin a minute,” I say, even though that doesn’t really make sense. He grins at me. I guess my ability to form lucid thoughts isn’t that great right now.
And then, in one smooth motion, he pulls my panties off, leaving me utterly naked before him.
If I’d imagined this before, I wouldn’t have imagined it all being so good, so right. It would have been embarrassing, the idea of being completely bare, under the scrutiny of his eyes, watching him look at every new stretch mark and wrinkle, watching him take note of every way eight years has taken a toll on my body. I’m still in great shape, but nothing compares to the perfection of a twenty-one-year-old’s unblemished skin.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers like he can hear my thoughts. In fact, he’s so creepily close to the mark that for a second I wonder if I said all that aloud. “You’ve always been perfect, and you always will be.”
I moan, my hips grinding against the air, desperate for a release. “Stop taking your time and make me come already,” I whine.
“Your wish is my command,” he grins.
It should have been corny, but his tongue is so magical that I’m on the verge of blacking out in pleasure, the intensity of the orgasm he gives me shaking every cell of my body. And when he finally slides himself inside me, time stops altogether, leaving nothing in the world except us, connected in perfect understanding again at last, like fate has always been leading us here.
I’m not even sure I believe in fate, but in this second, underneath him, my fingers digging into his back so hard that I leave crescent marks with my nails, I do. Everything is right about this. Everything is perfect. It’s like this was always meant to be.
We lie staring at the ceiling and breathing hard after, our arms entwined but our eyes not quite able to meet. “That was good,” I murmur.
For a second, I think he hasn’t heard, because he doesn’t reply, then he says, quietly, “It was amazing.”
There’s not really anything else to say, so we don’t. We lie there and let the hormonal glow wash over us. It’s a turning point, like there’s a decision that needs to be made. And I don’t want to make it, not yet. A yes or no to the question that’s looming over us will change everything, and I don’t want to spoil this. Right now, I agree with him. This is perfect.
Slowly, I roll over, tracing a line down his abs. Into his ear, I whisper, “I still want you.”
He turns his head to look at me, smiling as wide as I’ve ever seen. “Then have me.”
As our lips crash together, a vague thought in the back of my mind tells me that I’m going to be sore tomorrow. But as his fingers find my clit again, I decide I really do not care.
CHAPTER26
AIDEN
If I could wake up every morning with a beautiful woman in my arms like this, life would be perfect. Well, it would be perfect if that woman was Candice. Her head is tucked against my chest, obscuring her face from me, but the gentle rise and fall of her breast against me sends a calmness through me unlike anything I’ve felt before. I don’t remember the last time I felt so content.
And the worst part is that I know it’s going to end the second she opens her eyes.
So, I revel in the moment, tracing gentle spirals over her soft, pale skin, breathing in the smell of her, the musk of sleep and leftover traces of yesterday’s perfume.
When she does stir at last, she burrows further into me, hugging me close and smiling until the sleepy haze lifts and she realizes what she’s doing and pulls away, leaving an empty void where her body was. I summon all my strength to stop myself shivering.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
She grunts in response and pulls the covers over her head.
“Did you sleep well?”
