Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Kendall
I’ll admit I am feeling a little tipsy. My inhabitations are gone, I feel relaxed and carefree, not a care in the world, and it feels amazing.
Stepping out onto Aaron’s back deck I walk over toward the hot tub and dip my fingertips into the warm water. The motion triggers the glowing lights to pop on.
I hear his boots against the wood deck yet I don’t turn around to face him. Instead I place my fingertips beneath the strap of my dress and slowly slide it over my shoulder. Allowing the materials to sag, I drag one over one shoulder followed by the other one.
When it pools at my waist I shimmy a little until it falls to my feet. Stepping out of it I look back over my shoulder to find Aaron’s attention fully on me. His eyes are full of lust, his tongue resting on his slightly parted lips.
My panties follow, and I kick them to the side, walking around the side of the hot tub to the stairs. I move slowly, careful not to fall and I descend into the warm water and turn to face him. It’s almost like he is frozen, watching me and waiting.
As I sit and slide back I run my palms over my legs and up my sides, before stretching them out and over the edges of the hot tub.
He remains where he is but only for a minute before he starts to undress himself.
I notice the trembling of his hands before he climbs into the water to join me.
Sitting opposite me he reaches out and I give no resistance when he pulls me in.
Straddling his lap I feel how hard he is and immediately shift my hips making him groan.
He fists my hair, moving his mouth toward mine, kissing me hard. “This what you had planned?” I nod and he bites my lip, offering a tug.
Placing a hand between us, I feel his finger glide over my clit, before he pushes inside me.
“You have no idea just how much I crave you,” he whispers as he pushes his finger in deep over and over. “Every day, I wake up wanting you,” he adds, moving a little faster. “Fighting the reaction my body has to the memories of being inside you.” His words are driving me closer to the edge.
When he lifts me and positions me over him I relax my body onto his. He fills me and together we moan.
“Baby,” the word falls from his lips in a hiss. “I will never get enough of you,” Aaron confesses and so many emotions race through me at once. I can’t take them, feeling raw I have to gain some control.
Leaning in I kiss him and fist his hair in my hands. Moving above him he grips my hips but I don’t allow him to slow my movements.
I have to beat these feelings, I have to wash them away.
Pleasure fills me as he rises up again and again to meet the shift of my hips. His fingers digging into my hips he whispers my name and I kiss the words away. I think he senses that I need control, and he gives it fully to me.
The orgasm builds and I arch back, immediately feeling his mouth circle my nipple.
It’s all I need to throw me over the cliff as I spiral.
I tremble and Aaron wraps his arms around me holding me close.
And when my mind clears I am at a loss, feeling tears in my eyes.
It’s the moment that I know no matter how hard I fight this I will never be able to walk away with my heart fully intact.
I know that even though I didn’t want it to happen, I am falling for this man.
And more than anything else I hate myself for it, because it means that I am doing exactly what I never wanted to do.
I’ve unwilling to give the man a part of myself I will never be able to take back.
Leaning over the counter I whisper softly to Google, picking my favorite radio station. Hitting the volume button to ensure it doesn’t blare country music through the house I close my eyes tightly and pray I’ve done it right.
When the soothing sound softly fills the kitchen I do a happy shimmy and then go in search of the pans.
Opening the refrigerator I am impressed to find he has everything I need. Eggs, milk, bacon, what appears to be fresh veggies. Gathering everything in my arms, I turn around placing it on the counter then find the cutting board on a hook at the end of the counter.
One of my favorite songs comes on and I sing softly to the music, dancing while I work.
With the omelets in one pan and bacon simmering in another I grab two plates from the cabinet and set two places at the bar.
I don’t usually cook, not for someone anyway. I’m a grab a power bar and an iced coffee kind of girl in the mornings. But cooking for the man in the other room, a man that has managed to make me feel like I have a place, is foreign to me but something I find I like.
The beat of the song picks up and so do the movements of my hips as I make my way back to the stove and start to remove the bacon. Placing the strips onto a plate with a paper towel, I set it aside.
With the omelets on our plates and the bacon at their sides I grab the pot of coffee and turn around. Jumping in surprise I find Aaron leaning against the doorframe that leads back to the bedroom, a smile on his face.
“Finding you dancing in my kitchen in your underwear while cooking breakfast is a very pleasant surprise.” He smirks, knowing that this is definitely an out of the ordinary thing.
“I was hungry.” I shrug. “It is more for me than you, but I felt bad eating your food so I figured I better make you something too.”
“Always the smartass.” He chuckles, rounding the island and coming closer. He reaches out and takes the coffee pot and before pulling back he kisses my lips softly. “You should know that this is by far the best fucking morning in this house I’ve ever had since I moved in to this house.”
I knew what he was saying but I chose to remain quiet.
“Have you heard from your mom yet?” I ask, joining him as he pours us a cup of coffee in the mugs I’d already set out.
“Not yet.” I grab a piece of bacon and take a bite, watching him out of the corner of my eye. “So on a scale of one to ten how much will she hate me?”
Aaron glances over at me mid drink.
“Is she going to think I am this terrible hussy that has corrupted her son? Will I be the whore in the blue dress that offended her bff?”
He lowers his cup and turns his body to face mine.
“First off, don’t ever refer to yourself as a hussy or a whore. Second, she isn’t my mother’s bff, she is more like a nuisance.”
“But I thought your mom was all for you and Chelsea getting hitched and creating all kinds of grandbabies.”
“I did too, but we sorted that out.”
“Sorted what out?”
“The what I thought she wanted and what I want thing.”
“And?” I ask, trying my best not to sound too eager.
“She wants me happy,” he says, grinning. “And I’m happy,” he adds, kissing my jaw and I choose this moment to stop poking around for more. I knew more would only scare me and things have been good, why tip the boat.