“Aidan,” I whisper, stroking his cheek. I can’t find the words to express the feeling inside me, so hot and intense, like a star on the brink of collapse. All I can do is kiss him, touch him, hold him close.
At last, he rolls his hips, and it feels so fucking amazing that my breath catches in disbelief. I thought the sex with him before was good, but this is so much more. Knowing he feels what I feel, that this is real… everything is heightened a thousand times over.
His mouth finds mine as he rocks into me, his kisses wet and urgent. “I love you so fucking much,” he rasps, hands in my hair,grasping, tightening. It sends a whisper of pain across my scalp that only heightens the pleasure, and I moan, feeling my release build.
“Yes,” I breathe, needing more.
He senses it, rolling us so I’m on top. I push up to my knees, letting his entire length fill me. I’m frantic with need, riding him hard, hands on his chest. He watches me, breath ragged, eyes wild as his fingers find my clit. Then I come so hard I see stars, and his hands grip my hips tightly, like he’s trying to hold on for dear life. As the last wisps of my orgasm fade, he rolls us again, pinning me to the mattress as he plunges deep into me.
“That’s it, baby,” he grits out. “Take me. Take me like the good girl you are.”
Oh, fuck.
“I’ll take you forever,” I sob, not meaning to say that word—forever—cringing the moment it leaves my mouth.
But Aidan kisses me hard, a desperate mess of teeth and tongue as he pumps into me. “Forever, sweetheart,” he chokes out, beard scraping my cheek as his mouth moves to my ear. “That’s what I want.”
Before I can stop them, my eyes well with tears. One rolls down my cheek, and Aidan kisses it, hips never missing a beat. His eyes are wet too, and as he takes my mouth in a bruising kiss, fingers tightening in my hair again, I tip over the edge. Ecstasy surges through me, obliterating all thought. I cling to him, trembling as I shatter apart, and he’s there, holding me, his moans spilling onto my tongue as his hips stutter with his release.
I don’t know how long we lie like that, but when he finally rolls away, I don’t want to let him go. He gives a low, throaty chuckle, kissing my cheek.
“I’ll be right back, Cupcake. I promise.”
I watch him pad naked from the room—fuck, he’s got a great ass—my heart thundering. The sex was… I have no words. But more than that, I can’t believe I’m here. His bedroom, yes, but this moment, with this man.
And as Aidan returns with a washcloth to gently clean me, my eyes well again. I’ve never felt so cared for, so cherished, and I can’t contain the feeling.
“Hey,” he murmurs, setting the washcloth aside. He tugs the comforter down—we were in such a rush, we had sex on top of it—and pulls me into the warmth. Then he wraps his arms around me, studying my face. “You okay, sweetheart?”
A watery laugh escapes me. “I’m fine. Sorry.”
Aidan shakes his head. “You don’t have to apologize for feeling, Iris.” His thumb brushes my chin. “It’s one of the things I love most about you.”
I close my eyes, savoring his words, but an undercurrent of unease ripples through me. I want to ask him about Dad, about his job and partnership, but I can’t bring myself to say the words. I can’t bring myself to shatter this perfect moment.
I shake it off as we snuggle under the covers, exhausted from a busy week. Aidan strokes my hair softly, and as I drift off, I tell myself we’ll figure it out with Dad and the firm.
We have to.
34
AIDAN
Monday morning comes far too quickly. Iris and I spent every moment of the weekend together, mostly in bed, occasionally cooking, and, okay, occasionally in the shower. I’ve never had a more perfect weekend. Never felt so unbelievably happy.
Never been more certain that Iris is the woman for me.
I drive us into work on Monday, pulling up outside Joe’s. I can’t let anyone see her in my car near the office, and she insists on fetching coffee like she usually does, even if I’d rather get it for us.
She laughs as I pull up to the curb, despite my protests. “It’s only coffee. Ilikegetting it for you.”
I touch her thigh, skin warm and soft, relieved no one can see into the car. “I hate you running errands for me.”
Her lips quirk in a wry smile. “I’m your assistant. It’s literally my job.”
Not for long, I want to say, but I hold back. I’m still figuring out the details, still working out when to resign and move forward with my own firm, but I know it needs to be soon. I can only hope she wants it too.
She turns to go, but I stop her. “Hey,” I murmur, squeezing her leg. “I love you, baby.” I must have said it a thousand times this weekend, but I’ll never tire of it. Never tire of telling her how much she means to me, never tire of watching her melt every time I do.
