Chapter 55
CHAPTER 55
CHARLOTTE
The vibrations are low and pulsing, and he slowly pushes the slim vibrator inside me. I squirm beneath it, the pleasure increasing yet another notch.
“Oh.”
“Feel good?”
“Yeah. Yeah… it does.”
His damp hair tickles my inner thighs, and he dips to run a tongue along my folds. He does that several times, and I try to just relax, to feel nothing but pleasure. To focus only on being here.
With him.
It’s like he can hear my inner thoughts. “You’re perfect,” he says against my clit. “There’s not a single thing wrong with you.”
My hand rakes his hair. “You can’t know that.”
He looks up, and there’s pure confidence in those green eyes. The man I know well, one who gives orders, runs a company, and bought me a car. “I know.”
This is Aiden. This is the man who has never given me any reason to distrust his desire for me. He wears it on his sleeve.
“Okay. I trust you.”
“Relax,” he whispers against my skin. His tongue does that thing again, skirting along my clit, and pleasure rushes through me. “Can you do that for me? Just focus on relaxing. I’m here with you, and I think you’re so fucking pretty. Do you believe me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“When I walked into that hotel room and saw you naked? It felt like a punch to the gut.” He kisses my inner thigh again, giving me a break. “People say there’s beauty in chaos, but sweetheart, those people have never seen you like you are right now. Spread out naked and wet in front of me. They’re right, though.” He kisses my clit. “Chaos is beauty.”
This time, he leaves his mouth there. Kissing right over the sensitive nub.
It’s Aiden . He’s the one doing this, and the past is the past. I’m safe here, in this room. No cameras. No recorders. Just him.
I’m breathing too shallow and my head feels light.
He closes his mouth around my clit and strokes his tongue over it. Strong sweeps that feel good. Surprisingly good.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “God, you’re so sweet on my tongue.”
But he continues, his hands sliding up my thighs to help spread me wider. It’s so indecent it makes my heart clench. He kisses me there, too, lavishing his tongue and lips over my folds. I think he nudges the vibrator, and the stretch, the vibrations…
Pleasure pools like slow-dripping honey through my limbs.
Electricity sparks from his touches. The light, feathery touches, and then the firm press of his tongue against my clit.
I close my eyes. I can’t handle seeing him there, between my spread thighs.
It feels scary. My toes are pointed, calves tense. But I also feel good. Better and better, like for every minute I relax, more desire sneaks into my veins.
“You’re so pretty,” Aiden murmurs. He kisses my inner thigh and looks up at me, giving me a break from the pressure. “Status?”
I smile faintly. “I’m enjoying myself. It feels good.”
“What do you like the most?”
“When you sucked on… my clit.”
A smile flashes across his face, and he nods. “Okay. Noted.”
He bends his neck again and closes his lips fully around my clit. A jolt of energy surges through me, and I moan despite myself. He chuckles, and the reverberations make the same thing happen again.
Oh.
With my fingers tugging on his hair, I just surrender to the feeling of his lips on me. He’s so good at using his tongue, the addition of his hands, the vibrator at the same time as he suckles on my clit…
And he’s told me he enjoys this. He’s licking so steadily between my legs that I know it’s the truth, too. There’s no obligation in the way Aiden touches me.
The sensations are deliciously nice for a long time, and then I’m suddenly on fire. I’m so close to coming that I even surprise myself.
“Aiden,” I pant. My grip on his hair tightens. “I’m not sure, but I think?—”
He flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit, and the orgasm consumes me. It forces me to arch off the bed, and I clamp my thighs hard on either side of his head.
Aiden doesn’t stop touching me throughout the whole thing. His tongue softens, the press of his lips turns to kisses, but he doesn’t stop.
I lie, wrung-out and limp, with Aiden Hartman feathering lazy kisses between my legs. A shiver races through me when he touches a particularly sensitive spot.
“Perfection,” he murmurs, kissing my folds again. “You’re so good, Chaos… so sweet.” He lifts himself onto his elbow. “And you thought there was something wrong with you.”
I smile at him. “Let’s never go back to the city.”
“We can stay here for tonight.” He kisses my thigh, his eyes still on mine. “And I can do this again.”
Much later, I’m lying in his arms in the large guest bed. His hand strokes up and down my back, his touch slow and sweeping. I feel pleasure-drunk, tired, and happy.
“So, you weren’t here that often?”
“After the age of seventeen, no.” His left hand is on my thigh, moving up and down. Warm and big. “Summer vacations, sometimes. Winter breaks. Holidays.”
“Did you miss coming here?”
“Sometimes.” His voice is a bit raspy, his eyelids low. “But my parents fought a lot. They were really good at it. Either fighting or being so icy you couldn’t be in the same room as them. This place wasn’t always so fun.”
“I’m sorry your parents weren’t… better.”
“Yeah. So am I. My mother isn’t a bad person, she’s just mindless sometimes. You know? Neglectful. She focused on other things than her kids.”
“She moved away after the scandal.”
“Sure did,” he says. “Mandy and I are the only ones who’ve stayed in the city. Even Dad isn’t in it anymore.” Aiden chuckles, a dry sound. “He always used to talk shit about Fresno and now it’s his home. There’s some irony in that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry for me, Chaos,” Aiden says. He bends forward and catches my mouth with his. We’ve been trading so many kisses today that my lips feel swollen, and I’m in no way ready for it to stop. “I have everything I want right now.”
I want to drown in him.
Snuggling closer to his chest, I close my eyes. “I have a non-sequitur.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you want kids?”
His hand resumes sweeping up and down my back. “That’s right. We haven’t spoken about that, yet. Important for the memoir.”
“Absolutely crucial,” I murmur.
“I think I want kids. Yes. But if I have them, I can’t… I won’t work as much as I do now. I want Titan to be better positioned by then. So I’m needed less.”
“Uh-huh. That’s smart.”
“Do you want kids?”
I turn to look at his jawline. “I’m not sure. I used to really want them. But now, for the past decade… I haven’t let myself think about that.”
Kids would mean settling down somewhere. Staying in one place. The cat on the armchair and the annual gym membership. A stable group of friends. A house and a family car. Maybe a garage.
And a man to raise them with.
“You’ve got time to figure it out,” he says.
“I’m almost thirty.”
“You’ve got time,” he repeats and presses his lips to my temple. “You’re already figuring out loads of things.”
“Oh. Am I?”
“Yes. Like there being not a single thing wrong with you, or your ability to enjoy things.” He kisses me again. “You’ve told me before that you like to play roles.”
“Roles? Yes.”
“When you move from one ghostwriting gig to another. What role have you been playing here in LA? With me?”
I pause, my hand on his chest. The question catches me off guard. “I’m not sure,” I finally say. “It’s been one of the harder ones.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. I’ve tried to play Charlotte of the Big City. Confident. Charismatic. Not taking any of your shit.” I smile. “But, sometimes, I lose my focus, and I think I’m just... me.”
Aiden’s eyes grow soft. “I like that version best,” he says. “The one that’s just you.”
“You know what? Maybe, I’m starting to, as well.”