Aiden kissing me, soft and sweet, my stomach swooping and my head pounding as I breathed him in.
Aiden walking in on me right now. My breath hitched at the thought, so real I could almost hear the door hinges squeaking as it swung open. I could picture his eyes widening, surprised at first, and then glittering as he looked at me, hunger burning in them as he licked his lips.
He’d smile at me. Aidenalwayshad a smile for people, especially me, and he’d have one now, warm and excited. Laughter as he let his underwear fall to the floor and surged forward, crossing the threshold into the shower, pushing my back against the tiles.
Hot, needy kisses—with tongue, and I wouldn’t even have to ask. Aiden would know. He’d laugh into my mouth and purr that it was okay, that he knew, that he understood and he was going to explain everything to me.
A hiss escaped me as I hit the shower tiles in the real world, cold against my water-warmed back, a shiver of need rolling through me at the thought of Aiden’s body pinning me there, hot mouth exploring my neck, hands roaming over my skin.
Hewantedme. In my head, he wanted me, more than I’d ever been wanted before. He touched like it was the best thing that’d ever happened to him, with awe and pleasure, laughing and giggling as he came to my cock, wrapping his fingers around it.
Another gasp escaped me, hand barely covering my mouth in time to stifle a moan. As fantasies went, I hadn’t had one I’d gottenthisinto in a long time.
My cock throbbed in my hand as I imagined Aiden doing this for me, clever, practiced fingers touching everywhere I liked and a few places I didn’t know about yet, experience that dwarfed my own coming out to shine. He wouldn’t be afraid to touch me, hands and mouth all over me, hard cock nudging my belly as he kissed me again, grinding against me, slow and easy like we had all the time in the world.
Heat pooled in the pit of my stomach, trickling down to my oversensitive cock like sand in an hourglass, a spike of pain from my bitten lip pushing me right up against the edge, one foot over, ready to crash down.
It’s okay, the Aiden in my mind whispered into my ear, breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.I want you to come.
The whole mountain under me seemed to lurch as I came, one hand pressed to the shower door to brace myself against the force of it, toes curling so hard my left foot cramped.
Blood pounded in my ears as wave after wave of my orgasm hit, belly tight, thighs trembling with the effort of staying upright while what was left of my brains spilled out of my cock, coating the back of my hand and dripping down to the shower floor.
In my head, Aiden kissed me again, coaxing me through it, one hand on my cock and the other on my ass, teeth digging into my lip, a pleased hum rumbling in the back of his throat.
How was he so hot?
I felt hollowed out when I was finally done, forehead pressed against the shower tiles, lungs burning for air.
Fuck.
Holyfuck.
I hadn’t come that hard since I was a teenager. Even then, I wasn’t sure I’d been capable of coming thatlong.
A soft, spent groan scraped along the back of my throat as I came down, too late to stifle it. Hopefully, Aiden was still fast asleep.
The last thing I needed was to step out of the bathroom and find him peering at me from the bed, eyes knowing, lips curved into a sly little smile.
A throb of lust hit me deep in the pit of my stomach at the thought. If I hadn’tjustcome, that would have been enough to make me come all over again.
Rationally, I didn’t want Aiden to catch me, but a tiny part of me wondered what it might be like.
Once I caught my breath, I got on with my shower, a little thrill ofwanthitting me as I poured shampoo in my palm, remembering what Aiden had said about my hair.
My stupid asshole brain treated me to a full surround-sound short film of Aiden running his fingers through it, grinning at me, whole face shining with approval.
I shut off the shower and toweled my hair dry, watching in the mirror as the ends curled up all by themselves. It wasn’tcurly, exactly, but there was enough curl to it to give it some texture. My sister had gorgeous dark waves my mother loved.
Until this morning, I hadn’t spent a single second of my life caring about my hair except when it grew long enough to annoy me into getting it cut.
Tucking the towel around my waist and wishing I’d had the foresight to bring some clothes into the bathroom, I slipped back into the bedroom as quietly as I could, not wanting to disturb Aiden.
A flash of going over to the bed and kissing him good morning played through my mind, and I pushed it away like it’d been burned. Where the hell had that come from?
What if Aiden knew what I was thinking just by looking at me?
When I glanced over at the bed, horrified by the thought that maybe he’d know, it was empty.
