Chapter 21 #2
I glance away from him and clear my throat. I’ve asked myself a hundred times why I didn’t remember that I told him we would be partners one day. I just cannot remember it. And who knows what a fourteen-year-old was thinking one night fifteen years ago? But still, it bothers me. How can it not?
I walk toward the bed. It looks comfy, and there’s a big dog bed on the floor next to it. “For Argos?” I ask, moving over to stand near it.
“For Argos,” Aiden confirms.
There is a large walk-in closet filled with farmer-like clothing. I sniff in there a little because it smells like him. There is also an ensuite bathroom with a white claw-foot tub and white-tiled shower, dual vanities, and a water closet. It all looks freshly reno’d and really stylish.
“Someone has good taste,” I say.
“Thank you.” He nods.
We’re about to leave his bedroom when I stop. “Wait. Where’s the burst pipe?” How have I seen this entire house without asking this question till now?
Aiden scrubs the back of his head. “Well, it was in the hall bathroom.”
“Was?” I narrow my eyes.
“Yeah, it’s kinda... fixed.”
“Kinda fixed or fixed?” I blink. What’s he saying?
“It’s fixed,” he says. “Definitely fixed.” He looks guilty.
“Oh, like they just finished? Today?”
“No. They finished last weekend.”
“Wait. What? Your house has been fixed since last weekend, and you’ve still been staying at the apartment?”
The moment the sentence leaves my mouth, I wish I could grab it out of the air and stuff it back in my big mouth because it’s immediately obvious to me why that might be.
Aiden presses his lips together and scrubs a hand through his hair. I’ve already learned that he does that when he’s anxious. Or nervous.
“I wanted to stay there, because you’re there.” His eyes have darkened. He steps toward me and pulls my hands into his and squeezes them.
I can’t breathe. Tears are stinging my eyes. Because that has got to be one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard. He lied about his burst pipe to stay near me. He’s staring down at me with hope and something that looks a lot like lust in his eyes.
“Really?” I say, and I know it’s stupid, but what else am I going to say? I’ve got no words.
“Really,” he whispers back.
I tilt back my head and close my eyes, and I’m not at all embarrassed this time because I know I’m right. There is no spider. Aiden is about to kiss me.
And I want him to.
When his lips brush against mine, my whole body lights up. I shiver.
Aiden pulls back. “I know we decided to just be friends, but—”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I say.
“You’re so bossy,” he says, smiling against my lips.
“You have no idea.”
And then there are no words because Aiden’s hands are in my hair, and mine are wrapped around his neck, and we are kissing like we can’t get enough of each other.
I begin pulling off his clothes and he’s pulling off mine and the next thing I know we’re lying on his bed together. And my hands are resting on his abs, pressed flat against them.
“Ridiculous?” he asks.
“So very ridiculous,” I say.
I am still wearing my bra, and he glances down at my breasts.
“You’re... gorgeous.” His hand moves behind my back, and he pops the clasp to my bra.
Then he pulls it off my arms. He tosses it away, and his hand reaches up to gently cup my breast. I close my eyes.
He plucks at the nipple, and desire shoots directly to my core.
When his mouth moves down to suck me, my fingers tangle in his soft hair. I moan.
His teeth graze my nipple, and he bites me softly, enough for me to clinch my thighs. He rolls atop me and pins my hands above my head with one hand. Damn. How does he know I love that? His mouth moves to my other breast, and he sucks that nipple, softly nibbling. He licks me, and I arch my back.
When one of his hands moves between my thighs, I quiver.
I’m still wearing my panties, but I want his touch so much I am shaking.
One hand slides between my hot skin and the soft fabric.
I shudder again. And then a single finger slides deep inside of me, and I cry out.
But it’s not until he crooks it and touches a spot so perfect that my breath comes out in soft, short pants.
He lets go of my hands so that he can move all the way down between my thighs.
He uses both hands to pull my panties off my hips, and when his head dips to lick between my legs, my fingers filter through his hair again.
I am mindless. What this man is doing with his tongue is something I’ve only ever read about in romance novels.
I never knew actual men knew about it. I figured it was just a women’s fantasy, but here he is.
I glance down to see his dark head moving between my thighs while his finger strokes inside of me.
His tongue flicks over my clit. Again and again. And his finger doesn’t quit. It doesn’t take long before the movement of both simultaneously sends me hurtling over the edge of climax. I call out his name and am left gasping, drenched against the sheets.
Aiden flips onto his back, and by the time I have regained any modicum of strength, I look over to see him smiling proudly up at the ceiling.
“Wow,” I say. “I thought the abs were ridiculous. But that...”
I move to his side. My hand slides down his flat abdomen. His smile vanishes, and his breath quickens.
“You have no idea,” I say, “how much I wanted to see all of you like this that first night I showed up with my suitcase.” I push down his boxer briefs and move my hand between his legs and grasp his hard, hot length.
“Really?” He has an almost pained expression on his face. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a minute .
“You in that towel,” I whisper in his ear. “I see it in my dreams.”
“You don’t say.” His eyes close, and his jaw clenches. “Ellie,” he breathes.
I stroke him up and down while his hands fist in the sheets next to his hips. I want to ride him, but first, I’m going to blow his mind . I want to give him the kind of pleasure he just gave me.
I push up to my knees and then move my leg over his far thigh. He opens his eyes and widens them. I lower myself so my belly is touching his. My face is in the crook of his neck. I breathe him in. I lick his neck. I kiss his shoulder. My hand is still working him, so his breath is hitching.
I smile to myself. Having this man at my mercy is the most heady feeling I’ve had in a long time.
And damn, his body does not disappoint. I mean, the abs, the thighs, the long, strong legs.
It’s like rolling around in bed with Adonis.
His cock doesn’t disappoint either. I squeeze him, and his breath hitches again.
I kiss my way down his chest. His skin jumps as I nip at the tight skin along his abdomen. When I make it down between his legs, I pull my hand away and let my heavy breath blow on him once, twice.
“Ellie,” he groans. His jaw is clenched.
I lower my head and barely kiss his tip. His hips jump. His hands tangle in my hair. “Ellie.” My name is almost a sob now. I grin to myself. Then I lick him.
His hips jerk. I press my hands against his thighs. I know he can get away if he wants to, he’s twice my size, but I like the illusion of power, holding him down while I suck him.
I open my lips and let him slide into my throat.
I cast my glance up to watch the emotions play over his chiseled features.
He’s watching me, and I know he likes it.
His body shudders. I wrap my lips tightly around him and pull up.
All of his fingers dive into my hair. He is not holding me to him, but he could if he wanted to.
That thought turns me on. He could have me at his mercy, but instead I’m in charge.
I slide my lips down his length again and his hips buck once more.
His eyes are hooded, his jaw is clenched, and pure bliss is reflected on his face.
He lets me suck him once, twice, three times more before he grabs me under the arms and picks me up as if I weigh nothing.
“I can’t take it any longer,” he growls into my ear as he flips me over. He lurches toward the side of the bed where he rips open the nightstand drawer. “Condom,” he says and wastes no time putting it on.
I nod.
Then he’s on top of me again, and his weight presses me into the mattress. I wrap my arms over his killer shoulders and kiss him deeply. Our lips open for each other, and our tongues slide together. And the next thing I know, his cock is pressing between my legs.
“I want you,” he breathes. His eyes are open, his forehead is pressed hard to mine, and he’s poised at the entrance to my body.
“I want you too,” I tell him, and it’s all I need to say because then he slides inside of me with one sure thrust.
I gasp. I’ve never been so filled before. I’ve never been so turned on before. Usually, sex is pleasant. Like scratching an itch. But this is going to change my soul. I already know it.
When Aiden begins to move, I am transformed. He hitches one of my thighs up over his arm and thrusts into me. I cry out into his ear. His mouth is sucking my neck while his hips rock into me again and again. “Touch yourself,” he whispers into my ear. “I want to see your face when you come.”
I shudder. I’ve never had a man say anything like that to me before, and it’s like he set my body on fire.
My hand moves down between us while he whispers some of the dirtiest things I’ve ever heard in my ear.
Things about touching me, tasting me, fucking me, making me come again and again.
And I can’t get enough. My fingertip finds my clit, and between his cock sliding in at just the right angle, his dirty words in my ear, and the little circles I’m drawing with my finger, it doesn’t take long.
I come again, my body shaking with desire, zinging with pleasure.
The minute I’m done, he releases my thigh, grabs both of my hands and pins them above my head again.
Then he thrusts into me, groaning, all the while his hot, deep voice is in my ear telling me how good I feel, how much he wants me, how he’s going to come, he’s going to explode.
And I think I could come again just listening to him.
I never knew how hot dirty talking could be, but Aiden is setting me on fire with it. I already want him again.
“You’re so tight, so wet, so perfect,” he tells me. “God, Ellie, I’ve wanted you for so long.”
I am just listening. I feel like I’m being adored and worshipped. Like my body is an instrument and he is a virtuoso. “ Fuck. I’m gonna come,” he whispers in my ear.
My legs wrap around his back, and he slides into me one last time before groaning and shuddering. He calls my name, and we kiss again and it’s wet, tangled, and hot. And then, he collapses, a spent heap on top of me.
I am breathing heavy and staring at the ceiling. I have never experienced anything like that before. This man has just ruined me for all others.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and shudder. “Oh my God, Aiden. We’ve got to do that again.”