Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Ayden
It’s two in the morning, and I can’t sleep since I’ve been waiting for Laney to sneak her sexy ass in here.
Did I push her too far? I tried to hold back and keep my distance, but it’s nearly impossible around her.
Laney’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted, and when we’re together, all I think about is kissing her.
Deciding to get up for a drink, I pull on my sweats and tiptoe to the kitchen. Lights from the fridge illuminate the room, and I find Laney leaning against the counter with a mug.
“Can’t sleep?”
She jumps with wide eyes, and the liquid from her cup spills over.
“Sorry.” I laugh, handing her a towel from the hanger.
She takes it and wipes her hands. “I’m not used to you being here and sneakin’ up on me.”
“What’re you drinkin’?”
“Lavender tea. Want some?”
I scrunch my nose. “No, thanks. I’ll just have water.”
“Don’t knock it till you try it.”
I fill a glass and take a long sip. “How long you been out here?”
“Couple hours,” she admits shyly, lowering her gaze down my bare chest and swallowing hard. “Tryin’ to decide whether sneakin’ into bed with you is a good idea.”
Setting my glass on the counter, I walk over and stand in front of her. “What’re the pros and cons? Maybe I can persuade you one way or the other.”
She chuckles, meeting my gaze. “There’s that charm again.”
Grinning, I pull her into my arms and sigh happily at the familiarity of having her close.
“You’re scared,” I offer, and when she nods, I add, “I’ll move here.”
Her jaw drops open as she blinks up at me. “What? You can’t—”
“I just did.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “If us being hundreds of miles apart is makin’ you stressed and anxious, then I’ll fix it. I’ll find a job here.”
She licks her lips before pulling me in tighter. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say that you’re happy?”
Her laughter rattles our chests. “Beyond happy. I just hope you don’t end up resentin’ me later.”
Leaning back, I cup her face and trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “You seem to have forgotten, Laney Bennett, you’re the love of my life. My soulmate. My forever. I’ve never stopped lovin’ you, sweetheart, and nothin’ you could do or say would ever make me resent you.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and draws our mouths together. Hot and urgent, our lips move in sync as I lift her up and set her on the counter, then stand between her parted legs.
Our hands roam each other, her arms lifting so I can remove her shirt, and I’m greeted with bare perfect breasts. Trailing my mouth to her nipple, I suck it between my teeth. Her sweet moans echo above us as she leans back on her elbows and gives me easier access.
Laney’s fingers thread through my hair as she holds me against her chest. I move to the other nipple and suck harder.
“Oh my God, that feels too good,” she pants out each word as she spreads her legs wider.
My hands gravitate to her pajama pants. I lower them with her panties and let them fall to the floor.
“Fuck, Laney. Laid out for me like a Thanksgiving feast. I’m goin’ to devour you, baby.” I lick my lips, and she blushes in embarrassment.
“You did not just compare me to a dead turkey.”
Chuckling darkly, I bring my mouth to her center and play with her needy clit.
“Don’t be offended. That’s my favorite holiday, and you just topped it.” When I throw her thigh over my shoulder, she gasps at how deep my fingers thrust inside. She’s so wet, and I’ve barely touched her.
“You’re gonna come for me and let me taste you, sweetheart. Got it?” I blow warm air over her clit.
“I don’t know if I can be quiet,” she admits.
Serena’s room is just down the hall, so she’s gonna have to try.
Without another word, I fuse my mouth to her pussy, sucking and licking her clit as I maneuver my tongue up and down her slit. Laney can barely contain herself as I thrust my fingers deeper.
“Ayden, holy shit.” Her whispered pleas fill me with pride as I edge her closer to the top. She squeezes my head with her thighs as she pulls my hair, begging for it.
As I continue my assault on her sweet cunt, Laney thrashes and pants as she struggles to keep herself in control.
“You’re close. Now be a good girl and come on my face.” I shove my thumb between her lips so she doesn’t scream when I latch my mouth back to her clit.
“Aye-din,” she mutters around my hand.
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’.”