“God, I missed you,” he says, and his lips brush the tip of my nose before he pulls his head back to look at me. I can see his emotions plainly on his face—the pain of holding back and the relief of finally giving in. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
I know what he means... that while he might have loved Hayley in the past, this is different. It’s new for me too. I don’t feel like I have to change myself to fit what someone else wants me to be. I’m not worried about trying to be enough without being too much, never fully able to be who I really am. With Aidan, I can let go of my insecurities, because I feel secure with him.
I bring my knee up so one foot is planted next to his hip, and use it to give myself some leverage as I rise to meet each thrust. A groan rattles around in his chest and his gaze lowers to watch the way our bodies meet. I snake my hand behind his neck, threading my fingers into his hair as I pull his head down so I can kiss him. And that’s what does us both in—my nipples dragging along his skin, his tongue stroking mine in deep pulls that match the pace of our bodies meeting, his hips tilting slightly so the head of his cock presses right along the spot that he knows will bring on my orgasm. When he pulls back to look at me, my core clenches around him.
His jaw is tight, like he’s holding back until I’m ready. As the pulsing in my core intensifies and my lips part in a small gasp, an electrical current flows through me and I arch my back, pressing my shoulders into the mattress and crying out.
“That’s right, baby,” he coaxes, moving faster until I’m gasping for breath while my orgasm rips through me. And then he’s grunting, a long, low sound that escapes the back of his throat as he pours himself into me.
When we’re both finished, he props himself above me on both elbows and leans in to kiss my forehead. “You’re perfect. And you’reminenow.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
MORGAN
AJ looks back and forth between Aidan and me where we sit next to each other, across the kitchen table from her. She sweeps her long dark hair behind her shoulders, licks her lower lip, then says, “I didn’t see this coming.”
“Didn’t you?” I ask. I consider how she saw him get up in my face about wearing McCabe’s jersey before the home opener and wait for me on the plane when I got sick. Not to mention how suspicious she seemed when she asked if I was seeing someone.
“No. I thought the two of you were friends. I knew you only lived a couple blocks from each other, so him taking you home when you were sick didn’t register as suspicious...” She lets out a huff of laughter and shakes her head. “Seriously?”
Aidan reaches over, taking my hand where it’s resting on my thigh, and lacing our fingers together. “Seriously. And, hopefully, permanently.”
Jesus, this man . . . when he’s in, he’s all in.
It’s been less than two weeks since he sabotaged my date to tell me he loved me. He was away on a road trip for eight days after that, and he already wants to make it official.
We’re in this weird place where we can’t just casually tell our friends about this, because in many cases they’re also ourteammates, colleagues, or boss. Lauren, Paige, and Eva already know, and now that we’ve told McCabe and AJ, we’ll be able to let everyone else know, too.
“I called it,” McCabe says gruffly, where he sits on the floor a few feet away playing with his adorable daughter, Abby.
AJ spins in her seat. “Youknewabout this?”
“I suspected.”
Aidan told me that McCabe encouraged him to talk to my dad, so I think he more than suspected. But that’s between him and AJ.
“And you didn’t say anything?” she asks.
“That’s our agreement,” he reminds her as he takes the squishy ball Abby hands him and tosses it across the room so she can run and get it. “I don’t say anything that I know, as a player, might impact your opinion of my teammates. And you don’t say anything about other players that I shouldn’t know, as their teammate.”
She sighs and says, “Yeah, but Morgan’s myfriend.”
“And Renaud is mine,” he says, opening his arms for Abby to run into as she returns with the ball. He scoops her up and plants a loud kiss on the top of her head. “But he’s also one of your players, and she’s also your employee.”
“I’mnotan employee,” I remind him. “I’m doing some contract work for the team, which is very different.”
“And not even for much longer,” Aidan adds. Even though my work with the Rebels gave us a lot of excuses to see each other over the past couple months, I think we’ll both be relieved once there’s a clearer separation between our personal and professional lives.
“Didn’t you tell Patrick you’d be open to staying on in a consulting role?” AJ asks me.
“If you want to keep me on retainer for PR situations, I can do that. But once Tatum’s back, I can’t be there part-time.Natalie is the only reason I don’t feel so behind these days, but I need to start devoting more time to my own business.”
AJ nods. “I’m glad that’s working out with Natalie. And we will absolutely keep you on retainer.”
“You may not like my rates,” I tell her.
“Just ask for what you’re worth, Morgan, and we’ll go from there.”
