Chapter 22
W e drive back to the apartment. Okay, not before having sex two more times. But we decided to go back so we’d be there ahead of the traffic in the morning.
We barely make it in the front door, drop our stuff, and kick off our shoes before Aiden lifts me up on the kitchen counter and pulls off my leggings and panties in one quick maneuver. Moments later, his jeans are down to his knees and he’s pulling me hard against his body.
“You have no idea,” he whispers hotly into my ear, “how many times I’ve wanted to fuck you right here on this counter.”
“How many times?” I ask, tipping my head to the side so he can kiss my neck.
His answer is thrusting into me. Hard. Oh shit. What a good answer.
“So. Many. Times.” Each word is another thrust. I can no longer remember the thread of our conversation.
My mouth tangles with his, and my ankles lock around his hips. Somehow, he kicks off his jeans, then he picks me up and carries me to the sofa. He lays me on my back and lowers himself on top of me.
“I’ve also imagined this too many times to count,” he says, thrusting again.
I gasp into his mouth and clutch his shoulders. I’ve never had sex like this. All consuming, unstoppable. Like I can’t get enough no matter how many times we’re together.
“Anywhere else?” I manage to ask between gasps. Because honestly, let’s do it.
He kisses me deeply and picks me up again.
This time he takes me into his bedroom. He lays me on the bed and leaves me momentarily to rip off his shirt.
Then he leans down and pulls my sweater over my head.
He throws it away too. We are naked now.
I spread my legs, and when Aiden comes down on top of me this time, he thrusts into me again.
His arms are locked on either side of my head, his hands are sifting through my hair.
He’s watching my face while his hips are owning me, making me cry out each time he thrusts.
When he lowers a hand between us and touches me, I whimper. Then I hold my breath, wanting to chase the pleasure his finger is giving me. I’m right on the edge when he stops.
“No!” I cry.
His smile is devilish. He kisses the underside of my chin. “Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me,” I say.
“Why?” He kisses my cheek.
“Make me come. Please.”
That’s what he wanted to hear. His finger moves back into place, and he plays with me, circling my clit until my thighs clench and my jaw locks and my body explodes with pleasure. Then he thrusts into me one last time and joins me in a soul-shattering climax that leaves us both breathless.
***
It’s nearly two in the morning when I cautiously trace my fingers up Aiden’s chest. We’re snuggled together in his bed, but we haven’t done much sleeping. Or any sleeping, actually. He looks down at me and gives me a sly smile. “What?” he says. He can tell I’m up to something. And I am.
“I kinda...” I stop. I’m positive my face is flaming. I’m glad it’s mostly dark in the room.
“Kinda what?” he prods. He kisses my temple.
“Well, you had your fantasies about where we had sex, and... I have mine.”
His brows shoot straight up. “Really?”
“Yep.” I nod.
He nuzzles my ear. “Tell me,” he whispers.
I bite my lip. My hand is resting on his ridiculous abs. “I kinda can’t stop picturing us doing it against an apple tree.”
“Really?” he repeats.
I nod. I’m all in now. I might as well go for it. “Yeah, like you back me up against it and pick me up and—” I shudder.
He’s already out of the bed and pulling on his jeans. “Let’s go,” he says. “Your wish is my command.”
Okay, what woman doesn’t want to hear that ? But... “It’s cold outside,” I say, suddenly worried that it might be a bad idea, after all.
“I’ll warm you up.”
“There are a lot of people here tonight. What if they see us?” is my next halfhearted protest.
He shakes his head slowly and confidently. “I know a place no one will find us.”
Well, in that case. I slide out of bed and pull on my clothes.
On the way out of the apartment, I grab my coat. Aiden grabs his, too, but I can’t help wondering how this is gonna work, exactly.
We make our way down the stairs and out onto the grounds.
The LED lights in the trees illuminate a lot of area.
It’s really pretty, but far too bright to have sex out here.
Anyone looking out the windows of the inn would see us, and then I would have to immediately poison myself like a character in a Shakespeare play.
Aiden takes my hand and leads me down a path toward the work barn.
I think we’re going inside it, but at the last minute we turn and head to the right.
It’s a path through the trees I haven’t taken before.
It’s cold, but my coat and the anticipation of what we’re about to do keep me pretty warm.
Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. Are we really going to do this? Outside?
Minutes later, I see what we’ve been walking toward: a giant greenhouse.
Well, it’s more like a half dome made of plastic, but there are trees inside!
It’s all fogged up from the humidity. We approach the door, and it’s locked.
But Aiden has the key. And when we step inside, I realize how just how hot and humid it is. Aiden locks the door behind us.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, just before he takes my hand and leads me into a small forest of trees.
“This one looks pretty sturdy,” he says, slapping one of the trunks. He backs me up against it, and I quickly suck in my breath. My nipples tingle. I am already aching.
“Is this how you imagined it?” he asks. His hands are braced on either side of my head against the tree. It’s completely dark in the greenhouse except for a thin slice of moonlight.
“Yes,” I admit. Because this is exactly how I imagined it, only better because we are warm and it’s getting hotter.
I kick off my boots while Aiden drops to his knees and pulls down my leggings and panties again. Then he leans forward and licks me between my legs. My knees buckle. I grab his shoulders for support. God. I love his shoulders. He licks me again.
“Aiden,” I gasp. I tug at his T-shirt. This feels good, but I want what we came here for.
He understands. He moves to his feet, drops his jeans, slides on a condom, and picks me up.
His arm snakes around my back to shield it from the tree bark.
My legs wrap around his hips, and I shudder.
He’s got to know the exact moment this particular fantasy bloomed in my head.
.. when we were taking pictures in the orchard.
“I’m sorry I don’t have the hat,” he says against my mouth as he positions himself.
“Don’t be.” I find it hard to care at the moment—my eyes are closed, but this is better than anything I dreamed of because, when Aiden slides into me, it’s heaven.
One of his hands is on my ass, and the other is shielding my back.
My hands are on his shoulders, and he takes me against the tree exactly like every single sexy fantasy I’ve had since that photo shoot.
And it’s good. At some point, mindless, we end up on the ground on top of our clothes.
I ride him. His hands are on my hips, and his face is chiseled in stone.
I can see glimpses of it in the moonlight that filters through the dome.
I slide down him again and again before he rolls me over and thrusts into me, taking control while I touch myself, and an orgasm hurtles through both of us at the same time.
***
Sometime later, the moon guides us back through the apple trees.
We sneak into the inn and up the stairs to the apartment as quietly as we can.
We throw off all our clothes again and snuggle together in his bed.
My head is tucked under his chin. His arm is slung around my waist. It feels right.
Like two matching puzzle pieces that have found each other.
He kisses my temple again. “So? How was it?” he asks.
I giggle. “Exactly like my fantasies, only better.”
“Good,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
I burrow into his side, and minutes later, we finally fall asleep. We’ve got a big day tomorrow. The both of us.