I swing his powerful frame around to face me. With every scrap of muscle I have, I shove him back against the wall, then get up on my tip-toes and kiss him, my hands cupping his face, my body pressing level with his.
My act of kissing coming from some unknown, uncontrollable act to calm him and myself.
Our kiss is awkward at first. Both of our eyes are open. I’m telling him with mine to give in, while he’s asking me what the fuck I am doing. When my tongue sweeps across his bottom lip, the danger spikes through his gaze and the kiss becomes inevitable. His controlling ways snap to attention.
He spins us around, his large frame trapping me against the wall. Every large part of his body smothers me in a way both shocking and desirable. Longing makes its own path into my body from his simple touch. A desire to be touched by him slices through the web of lies I’ve been telling myself for a long time. I missed him. I can’t explain why. Not now, maybe never, but I did. My body is speaking my mind for me. The depression that dampened my life while I was gone slowly dissolves as Aidan coats over my body, mind, and soul at this moment with a fire that smolders that dampness, burning me to a much-needed and wanted crisp.
My heart starts pounding, and my mouth is dry and thirsty as all hell for him. He nudges my mouth open with his tongue. I moan into his mouth. Those shaking legs are now quivering. My hands flow down to his ass. I squeeze the hard flesh into my hands. He grinds his hard dick against me. I may regret doing all this later, right now though, I’m enjoying every damn moment of the way he sucks my tongue into his mouth, releasing it, then swirling, tasting greedily. I’m left panting. My chest is heaving up and down when he steps back from me. My god, he’s a beautiful man. My hands fall stiffly to my sides.
“Fuck me. If that was your way of drawing my nervousness out of me, it worked. But what the hell do I do about this?” He points down to his dick.
I start to laugh. “I’m sorry,” I say through my laughter.
“I wouldn’t laugh too long if I were you.” His expression is determined and his phrasing strained. This has affected him as much as it has me. Well, obviously, Deidre. He is sporting a very nice erection.
“Why not?” I say. Sarcastically.
“Those nipples of yours are pointing straight at my mouth.” I look down, and shit, they are. They’re so damn hard, they’re protruding like a semi’s blinding high beam headlights.
“Not so funny now, is it?” He steps back into me, his hands gripping firmly at my waist.
“My cock has been dying to get inside of you again for a very long time. Don’t think I won’t take you raw, hard, and deep right here. And one more thing, the next time I take you, and there will be a next time, I will take you bare, no barrier. By the way I look at the situation, we’ve already made a baby. I’m clean. I have no doubt in my mind you haven’t been with anyone else since me. So when I do fuck you, your ass will be full of everything my cock has to offer. That one kiss just put all kinds of dirty thoughts into my head. Now, I have a boy to meet. Do you think you can handle introducing me to him?”
He pulls away from me. Every single part of my body wants him back up against me. Raw, hard, and deep? Oh, geez. And bare? I’m not sure about that one, buddy.
I fight it and fake it. This is what we do to each other. This is what we will always do. The one thing I know for a fact is, those words spoken about having me again are going to wage heavily on my scattered brain. It was only a few hours ago I told myself I would be fine with my bob-ette. After that kiss, bob-ette is going in the trash. I’m human. I rotate with the revolution of the earth like everyone else. Today, my world has been tilted off its damn axis.
When daylight crested, I was fine. When early morning crept upon us, I was nervous. When noon hit me, I was livid. Now that’s its early afternoon, I’m happy. Good lord, what I really am is an emotional glob of wet confusion.
CHAPTER SEVEN
AIDAN
“Mom?” Deidre calls out when she opens the door. My fucking nerves have my hands shaking. Realization is sinking in. I’m about to meet my son. Hours ago, I had no clue he even existed.
“How did it go?” Deidre’s mom’s eyes grow wide the moment she stands up from the chair she was sitting in and notices the both of us standing there. The book she has in her hands falls to the floor.
“Hello Aidan.” The expression on her face is easy to read. She’s gone into protection mode. Her gaze is shifting straight to her daughter, her eyes pleading for her to say everything is all right.
Deidre picks up on her mother’s tension quickly. “Everything’s great, mom.”