He groaned low in my ear as we shifted, a delicious sound that made my spine tingle. His lips trailed down my neck, my fingers threaded through his hair, and suddenly it didn’t matter that the Surge had just clawed their way back in Nashville or that cameras and fans existed somewhere outside this room. This… This was ours.
We kissed like the world had been holding its breath, and for the first time in a long time, I believed it. I believed that no mess, no viral headlines, no travel schedule or press nonsense could touch what we’d found.
Our bodies tangled into the sheets, passion erupting without ceremony, without hesitation. And somewhere between heat and laughter, between whispered promises and heavy breathing, I knew we were both done pretending. Done being careful. Done letting the outside world dictate what we deserved.
“How are you here?” he asked, pulling back to gaze at me, his pupils already large with arousal.
“I told you before… I’m invested now.”
I loved the way he looked when he was hovering over me like this, a mix of lust, awe, and adoration in his eyes. No matter howmany times we were together, whenever he was on top of me, Aiden always looked like he couldn’t believe his luck.
Now, he lowered his head to give me a tantalizing kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, coaxing my mouth open and swiping against my own tongue before leaving to tease me some more. I teased him right back, taking his bottom lip gently between my teeth. He groaned low in his throat, sliding the hand not supporting his weight back under my t-shirt, this time letting his fingers trace over my rib cage before covering my breast with his palm.
The way I instinctively arched into him, the way my breast molded to his touch, I would’ve sworn he was the artist and my body his medium of choice. His thumb swept across the underside of my breast, then up to circle my nipple as his tongue continued its slow slide against mine.
I sighed into his mouth but managed to pull away just enough to give him a half-smile.
“I’m so proud of you,” I said breathlessly, covering his hand on my chest with my own. “You looked amazing out there. I almost passed out from stress, but you made up for it in the last period.”
His eyebrows drew together, but his eyes sparkled and he could barely hide a grin of his own.
“Happy to be of service.” He bent his head to brush a kiss over my collarbone before offering me more of the same mock-puzzled look. “But I don’t want us to go any further with your body all riddled with tension. I want to be the only reason for that.”
“Well, I thought that’s what we’re doing now. Killing two birds and all.”
“You're right, you're right. But…” Aiden gave my breast a good-bye squeeze before he leaned back and grabbed my hands to pullme into a seated position. “You know how hard it is for me to stay focused around you. So I’ll try my best, but go easy with your judgments.”
I preened just a little. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you want.”
He helped me pull my t-shirt over my head. My nipples puckered immediately in the cool air of the hotel room, or maybe it was the way his eyes darkened as he took in my naked body. Still on his knees, he bent his head to take one breast in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak. I gasped out loud, and he hummed his approval, the sound sending vibrations from my nipples straight to my pulsing core. One of his hands cupped my ass and the other went up to fondle the breast that wasn't in his mouth.
After another minute or so of attention devoted entirely to my chest, Aiden lifted his head with a sigh.
“Okay. Massage,” he murmured. “Turn around.”
I let out an involuntary whine of protest but did as he ordered, lying down on my stomach with my arms folded under my cheek. He kissed each of my shoulder blades and then the dimples on my lower back, right above my ass, and I shivered. He tugged at the waistband of my leggings and I lifted my hips to help him slide them off. He groaned as he did.
“No underwear?” he asked accusingly.
“I didn't need them tonight.”
“Good point.” He ran his hands over my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh appreciatively.
I released a sound somewhere between a giggle and a whimper, which he totally enjoyed. Then he responded with one more lingering squeeze before lifting his hands from my asscompletely. He pushed my legs closer together and straddled them, kneeling over me. Once in position, he smoothed his hands over my ass again, but this time they kept going, pressing firmly into my lower back and up to my shoulders.
He leaned forward and kissed my temple. “Do you keep your stress in your shoulders or your back?”
“My pussy.”
A throaty laugh fluttered out of him, and he straightened to continue his devotion.
The gentle pulsing between my thighs called out for attention, making it hard to stay in the tender moment with him. I lifted my head slightly, twisting my neck to see him, and got an unwanted reminder in the form of an ache radiating outward from the base of my neck. I lowered my head back down.
“Looks like it’s the neck,” he said, and I groaned in agreement.
He rubbed his hands together, then placed them both on my upper back. Even that slight touch felt like magic, and I nearly purred with pleasure.
