Chapter 5 Aiden
AIDEN
Ihold the cabin door open for Lexi as she enters her new home.
It’s an A-frame log cabin, two-stories with a roof that extends almost to the ground.
Lexi’s face lights up as she steps through the threshold, making me glad I tidied up this morning.
I didn’t realize I’d be inviting my future wife over.
“This place is great.”
She turns in a slow circle, taking in the open fireplace, comfy couch, and wooden table that separates the living room from the open kitchen.
“You can leave your bag here. I’ll put a pot of tea on.”
She sheds her coat, revealing a checkered shirt underneath. The buttons are almost bursting to contain her full breasts. I like a woman with curves, and Lexi has curves for days.
It’s hard to be a gentleman when she follows me to the kitchen, trailing a scent of wood smoke with her. But I force my gaze up from her mouth-watering breasts to her innocent wide eyes, reminding myself she’s had a hard day on the road, and whatever her burden, she’s sharing it with me now.
“Where are you from?” I ask after pouring her a mug of peppermint tea. We’re sitting on stools at the kitchen counter next to each other with our bodies angled inward.
She inhales the steam wafting off it, her eyes closing and making my dick twitch to life, then answers, “Jersey. I arrived in Hope this afternoon.”
I noted the rental plates on her car, but they’re North Carolina plates, so I’m guessing she didn’t drive.
“You take the bus here?”
She nods.
“All the way from Jersey?”
That’s over five hundred miles, longer on a Greyhound. No wonder there’re dark smudges under her eyes and dust in her hair. I thought it was from the house, but my girl has been on the road for two days.
“Yeah.” She shrugs. “It wasn’t so bad.”
She bites her lower lip, which makes me think the journey sucked big time. And if she arrived this afternoon and went straight to the Reilly place, where there’s no electricity, she’s probably had nothing to eat.
“You eaten today?”
Her belly gives a loud rumble at the mention of food, and she slides her arm over it as her cheeks flush a deep shade of red, which is fucking adorable.
“Not since a sandwich this morning.”
Damn, my girl must be hungry.
“Here.” I grab an apple from the fruit bowl and toss it to her. “Have this for starters while I cook you dinner.”
She shakes her head. “You’ve already been too kind by letting me stay. I don’t want to be a burden. At least let me cook and pay for the groceries.”
I stand and step closer to her, tilting her head so she looks up at me. Big brown eyes meet mine, and I stroke my thumb over her cheek.
“You’re not a burden. You’re mine, and I look after what’s mine.”
Her lips pop open in a gasp, and I lean forward and kiss her. She hesitates for only a moment before parting her sweet lips and letting me inside.
Heat sizzles between us, and as her lips move with mine, dual sensations ignite within me.
Every place my body touches hers sparks to life.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
My body zings with energy, and at the same time, as if I’ve always known her touch, always known her. It feels like coming home.
My hand moves around her neck to cup her head. I tug at the hair tie holding her hair in place, and it cascades over my fingers, silky smooth locks tangling in my grasp.
With my other hand, I nudge her thighs apart and move myself into the space between them.
She welcomes me in with a moan, and my hand slides up her jeans to the mound between her legs.
As I cup it in my palm, she moans again, and I feel her heat and wetness through the denim. My cock seeps in anticipation.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. My girl needs feeding. She needs the energy for what I want to do to her.
When I slide my hand out from between her legs and step away, she gives a frustrated mewl. We’re both breathing hard as we stare at each other, her expression as full of wonder as mine.
“That kiss …” She looks away, uncertain of her words.
“What is it, firefly? You can say anything to me.”
“It’s never felt like that when I kissed anyone. Is that normal?”
I chuckle with relief that my girl senses it too. “There was nothing normal about that kiss. It’s never felt like that for me either.”
“Oh.” She looks down at her lap. “Can we do it again?”
I want nothing more than to kiss her hard, to experience that connection again, the fire and the comfort all at once. But I’m going to take care of her starting right now.
“Be patient, firefly. I’ll give you all that just as soon as you’re fed and rested.”
Besides, we’ve got an entire lifetime to explore each other’s bodies. I’m not going to rush now.
“You go take a shower while I get dinner going,” I order as I walk to the stairs to show her where it is.
She follows me up to the mezzanine floor, where I grab a fluffy white towel from a closet before leading her to the bathroom. A moment later, I’m back downstairs in the kitchen, and I hear the shower water start running. All I can think about is Lexi’s naked body in my shower.
I turn the oven on and start washing the rice, but I can’t shake the image of Lexi washing her body down with soap, getting wet and soapy in my shower without me.
I’m about to race up the stairs and join her when I check myself.
She’s tired and weary, and I need to put her needs before mine.
It takes all my military training to muster the discipline and self-control to stay in the kitchen.
Methodically, I chop vegetables, though one part of my brain can’t stop thinking about her soaping herself down.
With some act of major restraint, I get rice into the rice cooker, chicken in the oven, and veggies on to steam.
All the while, my dick’s painfully hard, and my heart’s hammering against my rib cage, torn between wanting to run upstairs and claim my woman and fear that I might frighten her off, and she’s already called her friend and told them to get the police.
But when the shower stops, and the bathroom door opens, I can’t resist looking up to the second-story mezzanine, which is open to the first floor.
I watch as she steps out of the bathroom wrapped in my white fluffy towel.
Her shoulders are bare, and water glistens on her legs.
Her hair, made darker by the water, hangs wet down her back.
She clutches the towel to her chest as it strains to cover her breasts.
Her breasts that are bare under the towel, along with her bare pussy, clean and wet and waiting to be claimed.
She bites her lower lip and peers over the railing at me. From this angle, I can see up the towel a little way to the curve of her calf and the promise of thick thighs leading to a dark paradise.
“Can you help dry me off?” Her voice is a shy whisper, and she shifts the towel so it opens a crack, giving me an eyeful of her perfect round breasts, with water droplets hanging off her skin.
My mouth goes dry, and my dick hardens. She pulls the towel closed, and her eyes dance with mischief.
All restraint leaves me, and I take the stairs two at a time. Fuck discipline, fuck self-control. There’s a fiery goddess in my cabin in nothing but a towel, and I can’t hold back any longer.
As I stride along the hallway, she turns to meet me. Her eyes are wide, and she glances down at the bulge sticking out of my jeans and licks her lips. She fucking licks her lips like she wants to suck me up like a popsicle.
I’m an arm’s length away when her gaze meets mine, steady and bold, staring me straight in the eyes as she drops the towel.
It falls to the floor, sliding off her body to reveal her perfect, plump figure. Full breasts and a generous waist and the perfect triangle of dark hair between her legs.
“Fuck, firefly.” I drink her in, not knowing where to look first; at her dusky nipples, or glistening pubic hair, or her wide, trusting eyes. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
My hands slide around her waist, and she molds against me. I groan as she presses into me, making my dick fit to burst from its zipper.
My hands slide up her back and over her shoulders, and I grab a handful of her beautiful, plump breasts. My lips crash into hers, and I kiss her and grind against her and strum her nipples all at the same time.
My mouth moves down her throat, and I pull back because I have to make sure she’s cool with what I’m about to do to her.
“I want you, Lexi.”
“Me, too,” she whispers, and her eyes are full of surprise, as if it’s a wondrous discovery, which is exactly how I feel.
“I don’t usually do this,” she murmurs. “But you make me …”
Her words trail off as I pinch her nipples. “You only drop your towel for me, is that right?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I’ve never …”
Her words turn into a moan as I pinch the other nipple.
“You don’t show these titties to anyone but me.”
“Only you,” she whimpers.
“Good girl.”
She moans and pushes her chest forward and into me. “You like that, do you?”
She nods.
“Good. Because I’m going down on my knees, and I’m going to suck your pretty pussy until you come on my face like a good girl.”
She moans, and fuck me, she likes being my good girl, which is fine by me. I’ve got plenty of ways she can please me, and it starts by parting her thighs and letting me taste her pussy.