28 - Sage
Sage
The door slammed shut behind us, and then we were a tangle of hands and heat, stumbling through Aiden’s hotel room like we’d both forgotten how to walk straight.
My heart thrummed in time with his pulse, or maybe that was just me noticing him everywhere, every inch of him, finally on me after all the bullshit distance and chaos.
I pulled him down, our lips colliding again, teeth and tongues and sparks. The wait had been long enough. My hands roamed, unbuttoning, tugging, fumbling. Every layer of clothing an excuse, every touch a promise.
“God, Sage,” he breathed against my mouth, and I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out because it was ridiculous how right it felt, and also how long we’d been idiots about it.
“I’m done being stupid,” I said, between kisses, letting my words spill out against him. “Done pretending like I don’t want the best thing that’s happened to me in the longest time. None of it—none of the outside shit—matters. I just want this. I want you.”
His hands cupped my face, and the laugh in his eyes mirrored mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he said. “I’ve been stupid too. Almost lost the only thing that makes everything else make sense.”
I smiled against him, letting the warmth of his chest seep into me. “Don’t let it happen again.”
We fell onto the bed with most of our clothes still on, and all the rest of the world disappeared.
Kisses became desperate, hands groped frantically, and every brush of skin was a declaration of what we meant to each other.
Rather late than never, the certainty I’d been holding back for so long finally spilled over.
He groaned low in my ear as we shifted, a delicious sound that made my spine tingle.
His lips trailed down my neck, my fingers threaded through his hair, and suddenly it didn’t matter that the Surge had just clawed their way back in Nashville or that cameras and fans existed somewhere outside this room. This… This was ours.
We kissed like the world had been holding its breath, and for the first time in a long time, I believed it. I believed that no mess, no viral headlines, no travel schedule or press nonsense could touch what we’d found.
Our bodies tangled into the sheets, passion erupting without ceremony, without hesitation. And somewhere between heat and laughter, between whispered promises and heavy breathing, I knew we were both done pretending. Done being careful. Done letting the outside world dictate what we deserved.
“How are you here?” he asked, pulling back to gaze at me, his pupils already large with arousal.
“I told you before… I’m invested now.”
I loved the way he looked when he was hovering over me like this, a mix of lust, awe, and adoration in his eyes. No matter how many times we were together, whenever he was on top of me, Aiden always looked like he couldn’t believe his luck.
Now, he lowered his head to give me a tantalizing kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, coaxing my mouth open and swiping against my own tongue before leaving to tease me some more.
I teased him right back, taking his bottom lip gently between my teeth.
He groaned low in his throat, sliding the hand not supporting his weight back under my t-shirt, this time letting his fingers trace over my rib cage before covering my breast with his palm.
The way I instinctively arched into him, the way my breast molded to his touch, I would’ve sworn he was the artist and my body his medium of choice. His thumb swept across the underside of my breast, then up to circle my nipple as his tongue continued its slow slide against mine.
I sighed into his mouth but managed to pull away just enough to give him a half-smile.
“I’m so proud of you,” I said breathlessly, covering his hand on my chest with my own. “You looked amazing out there. I almost passed out from stress, but you made up for it in the last period.”
His eyebrows drew together, but his eyes sparkled and he could barely hide a grin of his own.
“Happy to be of service.” He bent his head to brush a kiss over my collarbone before offering me more of the same mock-puzzled look. “But I don’t want us to go any further with your body all riddled with tension. I want to be the only reason for that.”
“Well, I thought that’s what we’re doing now. Killing two birds and all.”
“You're right, you're right. But…” Aiden gave my breast a good-bye squeeze before he leaned back and grabbed my hands to pull me into a seated position. “You know how hard it is for me to stay focused around you. So I’ll try my best, but go easy with your judgments.”
I preened just a little. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you want.”
He helped me pull my t-shirt over my head.
My nipples puckered immediately in the cool air of the hotel room, or maybe it was the way his eyes darkened as he took in my naked body.
Still on his knees, he bent his head to take one breast in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak.
I gasped out loud, and he hummed his approval, the sound sending vibrations from my nipples straight to my pulsing core.
One of his hands cupped my ass and the other went up to fondle the breast that wasn't in his mouth.
After another minute or so of attention devoted entirely to my chest, Aiden lifted his head with a sigh.
“Okay. Massage,” he murmured. “Turn around.”
I let out an involuntary whine of protest but did as he ordered, lying down on my stomach with my arms folded under my cheek.
He kissed each of my shoulder blades and then the dimples on my lower back, right above my ass, and I shivered.
He tugged at the waistband of my leggings and I lifted my hips to help him slide them off. He groaned as he did.
“No underwear?” he asked accusingly.
“I didn't need them tonight.”
“Good point.” He ran his hands over my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh appreciatively.
I released a sound somewhere between a giggle and a whimper, which he totally enjoyed.
Then he responded with one more lingering squeeze before lifting his hands from my ass completely.
He pushed my legs closer together and straddled them, kneeling over me.
Once in position, he smoothed his hands over my ass again, but this time they kept going, pressing firmly into my lower back and up to my shoulders.
He leaned forward and kissed my temple. “Do you keep your stress in your shoulders or your back?”
“My pussy.”
A throaty laugh fluttered out of him, and he straightened to continue his devotion.
The gentle pulsing between my thighs called out for attention, making it hard to stay in the tender moment with him. I lifted my head slightly, twisting my neck to see him, and got an unwanted reminder in the form of an ache radiating outward from the base of my neck. I lowered my head back down.
“Looks like it’s the neck,” he said, and I groaned in agreement.
He rubbed his hands together, then placed them both on my upper back. Even that slight touch felt like magic, and I nearly purred with pleasure.
“If you keep making that sound, this massage won't last very long at all.”
I let out a husky chuckle and closed my eyes. “Maybe I don't want it to.”
“Good. I'll try to be quick.”
“Quick now,” I clarified. “Later I’m expecting you to take your time.”
He pressed his thumbs in gently on either side of my spine, then spread his big hands across my back, sliding them around my ribcage until his little fingers reached the sides of my breasts. He couldn't seem to stay away from them.
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice,” he said. “Later is the part that’ll take all night.”
I hummed softly. “Promises, promises.”
He laughed again but continued to work my muscles with gentle pressure, his fingers strong but soothing as they plied my shoulders, neck, and upper arms. As he finished each area, he marked it with a kiss that sent a thrill through me, warming my pussy even more.
He didn't stop when he finished with my upper back and shoulders, either.
He worked his way lower, his touch less practical now, his hands tender, almost reverent as they traced my curves.
He massaged the backs of my legs, his thumbs working the tight muscles and occasionally straying to skim along my inner thighs, adding to the waves of desire cresting inside me.
I couldn't help but moan again as he framed the bottom curve of my ass with both hands, his thumbs dipping perilously close to my center.
I tried to widen my legs but was stopped by his knees on either side of me, holding me in place.
Aiden bent forward, pressing his clothed body over my naked back, and placed a gentle kiss behind my ear. His erection pressed against my ass, and I thrust back to meet it.
He groaned softly, and his voice was thick with desire when he spoke. “You've had enough of your massage, then?”
“We agreed it would be quick, didn't we?” I asked, almost desperate as I wriggled under his delicious weight. “It was perfect, but there are some other areas that urgently need your attention.”
“Urgently, you say?” He straightened and dragged his hands down my back one more time then lightly patted my ass. “Maybe you should turn over.”
I stretched like a cat, arms extended, back arched and ass in the air, before rolling over onto my back. “Best idea ever. Now get over here.”
He came willingly, grinning as I tugged him to the bed. He held himself over me, one of his thighs nestled between mine, and pressed a kiss to my lips, then my jaw.
“So, I take it we've reached the ‘later’ part now? Is this where I take it slow?”
My hand circled the back of his neck and I rolled my hips. “Not quite. You're still fully clothed.”
“Good point,” he said, rocking his hips to meet mine.