Aiden tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Don’t tease me. We’re supposed to leave soon.” His eyebrows twitch, and he tilts his head as his gaze flicks over my face. “What’s that look for?”
I smile and loop my arms around his bare sides. “I love seeing you laugh. That’s all.
His features soften, and he moves closer until his chest presses against mine. He bends forward and brushes a chaste kiss against my lips.
“Just like I love seeing you laugh.” He deepens the kiss and cups the back of my head.
I sigh happily into his mouth and push up on the tips of my toes, needing more of him.
Aiden smirks and whispers against my mouth, “Laugh, little sister, and I’ll rip my heart out for you.”
Butterflies fill my stomach, and I thread my fingers through the longer strands of his hair. “You already have mine.”
He groans and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, pulls it out, then releases with a wetpop. “We have a date,” he mumbles, like he’s reminding himself rather than me.
I smirk and drop my hands to his chest. “Be a good boy and sit down while I get ready.”
Groaning, his eyes fall shut, and he leans into my hands. “How about I lie down and you sit on my face?”
A laugh bubbles out of me, and I grab the bottom of his crop top, then tug him toward the bed.
“Fuck yes.” Heat flares in his darkened gaze, and he follows like a lovesick puppy. He sinks onto the edge of the mattress beside the outfits and lies back.
I lean over him and boop his nose. “We have a date.”
He pouts and folds his arms behind his neck. “Then you’d better get ready because you have one minute.”
“Why one minute?”
Aiden’s gaze rakes over my bare breasts as I strip off my shirt, leaving behind a blazing trail as they lower to my stomach and pink panties. “You’ll find out if you aren’t ready by then.”
“Don’t get any ideas.” I grab a bra from my dresser. “It’s been a week, and you’re still healing.”
So am I, but my shoulder isn’t killing me as badly as it did when I woke up in the hospital. Aiden had a collapsed lung and a lot more damage.
“I’m not,” he says with a suspicious chuckle.
I snap my bra into place and thread my arms through the sweater.
“Fifty-six. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight.”
I squeak and tug the top over my head, then grab the skirt.
“Sixty.” Aiden leaps up and hooks his arms around my middle, then throws me onto the bed.
“That wasn’t enough time!”
“Don’t care.” He crawls over me, settles between my spread legs, rips my sweater and bra off, and smashes his lips against mine.
I push against his shoulders, but it’s like trying to move a brick wall. He continues assaulting my mouth in possessive kisses, his hands sliding down my sides and touching me anywhere he can. My back bows off the bed, thrusting my breast into his palm as he squeezes. He pinches my hardening nipple and nips my bottom lip.
“All that concern and fighting with me about not doing this,” he murmurs between kisses, “but look at you grinding against my cock.”
Aiden leans back, and I blink open my eyes, my gaze slipping to the gap between us. My breath hitches at the sight of my hips rocking against his, grinding my pussy against his erection tightening the front of his pants. I freeze and muffle a whimper from the loss of pleasure.
He chuckles, soft and husky, and slips his hand inside my panties. “Oh, baby,” he coos as he dips his fingers between my folds, smearing my arousal to my clit. “You sure you didn’t want me to fuck you? Because your pussy is telling on you.”
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” I glance at his chest, as if I can see the scar through his shirt.
