Grinning, I ask, “Am I naked though? In the picture next to the definition?”
“You’re impossible.” He controls my head, and forces me into a passionate kiss.
He leaves me gasping for air—dizzy with emotion. “I love you, Aidan.”
He leans in to kiss me once more, slowly this time. I can’t tell you how much time passes before we eventually fall asleep. When I wake to the morning sun blazing in the windows, his heavy arms are still wrapped around my body. I’m hyperaware of every place his skin meets mine and how his breaths seem to align with my own.
I sneak my hand out of the tangled sheet to reach my phone to check I haven’t missed any calls or texts from Kendall. “Don’t think about leaving me,” Aidan says. “Weren’t we going to work out?”
“So bossy. You know I work on the weekends,” I say. “We slept in too long, and orgasms took precedence over the workout. You can come and hang at the shop with me. I have about a dozen orders I need to get ready to ship. I’d never say no to an extra pair of hands.”
My statement gave him other ideas. Aidan slides his warm hand down the side of my body and wedges my legs apart to work his fingers against my clit. I moan out. “Yeah, I’d never say no to these hands,” I correct, panting.
He pulls away, dragging his fingers up my stomach. “That could be fun.”
It takes a lot of effort, but I roll away from him. “I have to get stuff done. For real. You can’t distract me all day, and anyway, I was thinking,” I say, pausing as I gaze at his huge frame barely covered by the dainty sheet. He is a walking, talking, magnificent distraction. One I’ll probably always be fussed by.
Aidan folds his arms behind his head. “Thinking isn’t good for you.” He smirks, appraising my naked form with glee.
“If you think it’s a good idea, maybe it’s time for you to meet Kendall? She gets back from camp tonight. We could have dinner at the house and see what kind of awkwardness ensues. Or if you’d rather not meet her, I understand that too. It’s just that I’m confident that the way I feel about you isn’t going to change anytime in the foreseeable future, and if I’m gauging things right, you feel pretty ardently as well?”
“You are precisely correct, madam.”
“Then you think this is the right thing to do? To introduce you to her? I’ve checked most of the internal boxes. I’ve met your friends, I know your backstory, and you live by a moral code, at least with regard to your profession. You probably have a clean background check.”
“I’m even CPR certified and have a negative TB test on file,” Aidan quips, his smile growing, dimples popping. “I’d be honored to meet her. We can play it cool. However you want. Depending on what you’re comfortable telling her. I can be long-lost Uncle Slappy or the guy who is going to help you spruce up the house and fix the garbage disposal—I’ll be whoever you want me to be. This is all you, baby.” He bites his lip after he calls me “baby,” unsure if he can get away with it.
I swing my hands on my hips, and his gaze follows my movement. “Or I can be the man who spends the night and makes her mom scream all night long.” He rolls over to his side and props his head on his hand, waiting for my response like an excited schoolboy.
“I’m not even going to dignify that inappropriateness with a response, Mixx.”
I find myself checking him out even as I take steps backward toward his bedroom, where my clothing is somewhere on the floor. He knows what he does to me. It’s evident in the way heuses his muscles to sit up. An offense of abs, I’ll call it. My throat clogs, and I take another step, quicker this time.
“Careful, Magnolia. You’re liable to trip and fall directly on my cock. Wouldn’t want that when you have so much to do today. Would we?”
I turn around then and bolt for his bedroom and close the door against his low, manly chuckling. I’m losing my mind. It’s the only explanation. Even as my subconscious feeds me another, more logical reason I’m acting like a completely feral woman. Never, not once in the years I was married to Paul, did I feel this draw—this craving to be connected to a man like this. Last night Aidan bared his soul and gave me horrifying details that provided answers about his personality. And his life choices. The mothering instinct in me wants to help him reconnect with his family, but logic dictates his family doesn’t deserve to glimpse his face ever again. I’d also like to keep him as my own for the rest of time. Let’s not forget that selfish fact.
I tap my pointer finger on the door repeatedly. “Maybe just a quickie,” I whisper to myself. “I am already wet,” I reason like it’s an everyday problem I’m trying to solve, instead of fighting against my own will. What would it hurt to be five minutes more? Slowly, I unlock the door and push it open, all resolve lost somewhere. Aidan is standing there, his massive naked frame propped against the wall, a sardonic grin plastered on his face. It’s disconcerting how cool and collected he seems at any given time. More so now that I know what he’s hiding and how much he’s confided in me. It’s still there, that stoic, alpha presence that makes me weak in the knees. Is that the product of hormones…or love?
“Ready to fall on my dick?” he growls.
I blow out a long, defeated breath. “We have to be fast.” I look at my cell phone to check the time and then set it down on thetable next to the door. “Condom?” I ask. His gaze meets mine, and I see the decision written on his expression.
Aidan stalks toward me, erection bobbing as he takes me into his burly arms. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You okay if we don’t use a condom?”
I nod, biting my lip. “Yes.” It will be the first time we haven’t used one, and it makes my head swim.
“Okay, well,youneed to be fast.” His hand slides between my legs. When he finds wetness, he dips down, picks me up, and thrusts his dick inside while turning so my back presses the wall. I let out a loud squeal when he slides in and out of me. Aidan lays his forehead against mine, and it only takes a few minutes before we’re both slick with sweat and on the brink of orgasm—his throaty growls of pleasure pushing me closer to the brink.
Skin slaps and his hands dig into my ass as he groans against my neck. I hold my breath as the pleasure rolls inside me, my whole body tensing at the peak. Collapsing in his arms, I’m no adversary for his thrusts, but it’s only a few more pumps before he jerks, cum funneling deep within my body. He always comes after me. Always.
“How do you come at the right time, every time?” I breathe, leaning off his shoulder, to brush his tousled brown hair off his face. “It’s unnerving.”
“You don’t like it?”
I quirk a brow. “I love it. Just didn’t know it was a thing. That men had control of the when.”
He chuckles, and his face is devastatingly handsome. His eyes are clear, and that freaking smile is so genuine it hurts. “I’ve told you everything else anyway, might as well tell you the truth.”
