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The orgasm is sharp, nearly painful, each ripple of it slicing through me with merciless intent. Every nerve I have is concentrated in my core, focused on the pulsing waves trying to pull him deeper.
My hands are closed in his hair, my grip vice-like. My legs, strung over his shoulders, tremble as the hormones begin to ebb from my system. The rest of my body is still. But my heart…my heart is trying to run away, its pace frantic and unregulated.
Aiden presses a kiss on my inner thigh and slowly disentangles himself. When he crawls up the bed and lies by my side, his grin a mile wide, I frown. “What are you doing?”
He strings one heavy arm over me and drags my entire body closer so that I am nestled against him. “Cuddling.”
“Cuddling?”
“Cuddling.”
“But…” We’re not done.
“We have time, Cat. We have nowhere else to be, and tomorrow’s Sunday.” He kisses the side of my face. “Just relax.”
Inexplicably frustrated, I roll over so that we’re facing each other, so close our noses are almost touching. I can smell myself on him, and the scent instantly re-kindles the lust in me. Raising my hand, I brush my hand down his face. He looks so tired. Sodrained. There are dark smudges under his eyes. His hair, messy from my fingers, makes him look rumpled and overworked. “You look so tired,” I tell him, failing to hide my concern.
Aiden just smiles. “It’s been a long week.” Catching my wandering hand in his, he places a single kiss on my palm and then lowers our joined palms to rest on his chest, over his heart.
I want this man. Desperately. I am wet with need, my body aching to be filled. I know that he is desperate too; his erection is big and thick beneath his slacks. I also know men. And I’ve never met one who couldn’t rally for a round of sex.
Something’s not right.
There’s only one thing for it.
Pushing up with my hands, I shuffle over him and then tuck my knees so I’m straddling him. Aiden’s hands find my bare thighs, and he grins up at me. “So impatient.”
I don’t deny it. Reaching across my body with both hands, I take off my top so that I’m in nothing but a red push-up bra and matching thong. Aiden’s eyes darkenwhen he sees how my full figure spills out of both, and this time I know he’s not seeing the burn scar—or not thinking about it at least. When he looks at me, he looks at me like I’m something he wants to devour.
His hands move from my thighs to cover my breasts, and his big palms cover me completely as he kneads the sensitive flesh. Underneath me, his penis is pressing against my aching core, and, feeling like just a little bit of a tease, I roll my hips so that my entire bodyweight is generating friction between us.
His hands fall to my hips. His head rolls back, his eyes close, and he holds me still as he fights for control. “Cat…”
“I warned you,” I tease. I try to lace my voice with mock sympathy, but my tone wavers with excitement. I undo his belt and unfasten his slacks. Hooking my hands in the waistband, I edge backwards towards the end of the bed, taking his boxers and pants off in one go.
I’m standing at the foot of the bed, looking at him. He is naked from the waist down, his erect penis resting against his stomach. His dress shirt is bunched around his waist, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbows, but as I watch, Aiden shifts to a sitting position and begins to undo the buttons.
“No.” The single word drops between us.
Aiden looks up at me, confused, but his fingers still.
“Remember what I told you last time?”
He blushes and shoots me a ridiculously sheepish smile. “I was hoping you’d forgotten.”
“Like hell, Flint.”
He raises his eyebrows but doesn’t move. He’s so still as he watches me that I think he might genuinely be terrified.
I take off my bra and pants and climb back on the bed, forcing him on his back again as I crawl over him. He watches me closely as I undo the last three buttons and spread his shirt wide open, displaying his chest. His hands find my knees, but he doesn’t hold me in place or tell me to stop. He just lets them rest there, giving me control.
I love that.
Fuck it, I love him. Or, the idea of him. But isn’t that how it works? Don’t you recognize things you love in a person and fall for what they could be to you before you know them inside and out? Knowing someone intimately,trulyknowing someone, takesyears. But after just a few weeks of knowing Aiden, I love everything I’ve seen so far. And that’s enough to make me want to stay, to make me want to, as Toni put it, go after it with both hands.
Sensing that I’m distracted, Aiden runs his palms up and down my thighs. “What’s wrong?”
I open my mouth to say the words, but nothing comes out. So, for a full five seconds, I just sit there, straddling him, my mouth slightly gaping. “Nothing.” I recover and flash a smile in case my hurried denial wasn’t convincing enough.
