Chapter Fifteen
Teo
Way to go, dumbass.
I’d steppedwayover a line.
Aidan thought he’d like me tokisshim? If he’d had any idea what Iwantedto do to him, he would’ve run so fucking fast out of my bed that he’d break the sound barrier.
“Sure?” I asked, and my voice cracked on just that one word.
He nodded. I could see his silhouette moving in the pale light of the moon shining in the window. “Yes, please. If you wouldn’t mind.”
I swallowed down my groan. Having him ask so politely just made things worse. If I didn’tmind? I was going tolosemy mind.
But before I did, I was going to kiss Aidan O’Leary, thoroughly, completely, and make sure he remembered that kiss for the rest of his long, celibate life. I moved over in the bed, slid a hand over his arm and pulled him closer, turning so he was within the circle of my arm. He let out a little gasp, but he came willingly. There was no resistance.
He’s innocent. He’s a virgin, for fuck’s sake. What are you doing?
It’s just a kiss. Just a kiss.
Just one kiss, so I could remember it for the rest of my life, too. Because I’d never kiss someone like Aidan again, that was for sure.
He slid a hand up my bare chest and my nipple screwed itself into a tight bud under his faltering fingers.Fuck. I rolled more, got up on one elbow, moving over him so that he was pressed back into the pillows, his quick breath tickling my neck. I resisted the impulse to shove my leg between his thighs, to grab him hard and eat the kiss from him like a starving man. He was the purest man I’d ever touched. I didn’t want to scare him.
I reached up to cup his face as gently as I could. His breathing was getting even faster, so I ran my thumb just next to his mouth, where the cut that asshole had made was healing up. “You’re sure?” I rasped again. I wanted him to be sure. I wanted him to want it as much as I did.
“Please,” he whispered. “Yes.Please.”
I lowered my head to brush my nose against his, and he let out a soft noise of pleasure and surprise. I kissed the tip of his nose, then his cheek, then each eyelid, giving him one last chance to back out before my mouth got to his. But each kiss I pressed to his flesh made me more desperate to taste his mouth, and it seemed to have the same effect on him. His body arched up in the bed, and he gave out that same note of wanting, pleading, hunger.
I let my thumb trace his lower lip once and then I followed it with my mouth, sliding my lips tenderly over his and then pulling away, teasing. He was shaking beneath me, so I took him fully into my arms and pressed my mouth down onto his, slow and steady, letting him get used to the feel of it. His lips opened right away and he breathed me in; I was thankful I’d brushed my teeth before bed.
I’d never been much for kissing. I didn’t hate it, but there were other things I preferred to do in bed with my mouth. Aidan made me reconsider, gave me a new appreciation for it. His tongue moved against mine, uncertain, then bolder as I withdrew mine, and then it wasn’t just me kissing him; he was kissing me back wholeheartedly, one of his arms winding around me, the other hand sliding into my hair and around to the back of my head.
I gave a low murmur of encouragement and let him explore, let him try kissing me harder or softer, slower, sloppier, let my nuts tingle and burn with frustrated excitement. It was like the first time I’d kissed anyone myself, never so intense or focused before, my desire for him building sure and steady. My head was spinning by the time I broke away from him, and he gave a whimper of protest. “Baby,” I rumbled, nosing back into his neck, kissing his shoulder. “I ain’t going nowhere, but I wanna take my time with you.”
It just came out, calling himbabylike I had any right, but he didn’t seem to mind. It was how I thought about him, anyway—baby, my baby, mine—and this was the one chance I’d get to say it out loud. So why shouldn’t I?
He twined his fingers into my hair and waited for me to catch my breath. Since I was right next to his neck, I figured I should show him what it felt like to be kissed there, too, and when I pressed my mouth against it I could feel his pulse trembling against my lips. He let his head tip back, his throat extending. The hunger for him came over me again and I moved more urgently, sucking at his tender skin, biting gently, letting my tongue gather up the tang of him so I’d remember it. Remember it forever.
Without noticing, my leg had pushed between his and then he tugged my arm until I was on top of him fully. His fingers braided into mine and I pushed them up above his head, into the pillows, as I sampled his mouth again. I was hard as iron, my naked cock stabbing blindly into the fleecy cotton folds of his pajama pants; I was distracted enough that I didn’t even notice for a good few seconds that he was just as into it. I could feel his dick against my thigh, and when I moved, shifted, we slotted together.
I gave in to instinct and rubbed against him a few times, making him cry out into my mouth. I broke away, thinking I’d gone too far, and I was about to sayHey, let’s cool it, but he kissed me again, sucked on my tongue, so I let his hands go so I could cup his face, make him feel safer, more in control.
Once his hands were free, they roamed. Over my back, feeling the muscles shifting as I moved, and down lower, until he found my ass and realized I was nude. His head fell back and he let out a loud moan, gripped my ass hard in both hands, and urged me on.
I was sick of the cotton between us, impatient to feel his hot flesh against mine, so while he pushed his mouth back on mine, I tugged his clothes down, let his dick spring free.
I wanted to touch himso bad…
I wanted to suck him, to tease him, to show him what it felt like when it wasn’t your own hand jacking you off, but I didn’t want to frighten him, didn’t want to scare him away.
He didn’t seem scared. He was kissing me back just as hard as ever, and wriggling so the pajama pants went down further around his thighs and then suddenly he was free, completely, his legs falling open so I could move up, get more friction between us. He was hot and dripping against me; hell, I was just as wet, the two of us soaking each other to make the way smooth but nottoosmooth as we rocked against each other.
It was a strange friction we built up. I was as turned on by the thought of what we were doing as I was by the doing of it, but even more by the thought that this wasAidan O’Learyunderneath me, the guy I’d been crushing on for ages but always thought was way out of my league—andwayoff limits. My Boss’s husband’s best friend, a man of the cloth, my new ward of protection—there was nothing about him that wasn’t forbidden, but that just made it all the sweeter.
I tried to put the brakes on. He was thrashing around, and I figured if we were doing it, we were doing it, and I wanted to make it good for him. So I slowed right down, moved him into a more leisurely pace, like we were dancing to a mid-tempo song instead of fast rock. “You feel so good, baby,” I said into his neck, and I wished with my whole heart that this could be just the start of something, that hecouldbe my baby, bemine—
