The Absolution of Aidan(35)
“Where are your piercings?” Her question throws me off guard. She avoids my eyes as she bends down and snags her panties off of the floor, covering up her tasty little body.
I lick my lips, enjoying the best fucking taste ever. “I took them out when I jacked my cock to you.” She pauses mid-step toward the bed. A delightful smile graces her face.
“And here I thought you were joking about getting yourself off just to make me feel better.” The little fucking vixen knows damn well I’m not joking about it when I stare her ass down.
“You keep standing there with that sexy as fuck, barely there shirt on, and I’ll stroke him again. Only this time, I’ll let you watch,” I challenge her.
“I’ll do more than watch.” She whips her shirt over her head and shimmies those panties right back down her legs then kicks them off. I watch them sail across the room. We exchange a look that can only be described as carnal, intense, and hungry. Getting up on my knees, I fist my cock in my hand while the one woman in this world who could completely undo me lies back on her bed, spreading herself wide, and slides two fingers inside her bare pussy. Not once do we take our eyes off of each other when we once again pleasure one another.
CHAPTER TEN
DEIDRE
My disoriented mind is yelling for me to climb out of bed, to dislodge from the warm cocoon I’m blanketed in. Aidan. His long, lean body is draped halfway across mine. My back is to his front, his muscular arms are wrapped around me, clinging, clenching me tightly as if he never wants to let me go. It’s surreal, really, this feeling I have coursing through me.
It’s all because of him. Our crazy banter turned serious last night. The words he spoke to me regarding my insecurities over my stretch marks will forever be lodged both in my heart and my mind.
I should have been stark raving mad last night when he walked in here and caught me, but seeing him standing there with his thick cock hard, ready, and all for me had me melting into my sheets. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
God, he’s just so…I don’t know. Demanding. Irresistible. My fantasy, truly. He’s captivated me in a way that should scare me. And yet, here I lie knowing I should get up, change, and feed my little man who’s jabbering away. The sound of his sweet, little baby garble brings a smile to my face.
“Let me get him.” Aidan’s husky morning voice whispers in my ear. “You sure you can handle it?” I tease. If he thinks changing a diaper was hard last night, wait until he sees how soaked it will be this morning.
“I have to learn. Stay in bed. Get some sleep. You’re going to need it for what I have planned for tonight.” Instantly, I miss him when he releases his hold of me, kisses the back of my head, and hops out of bed like he’s had a full night’s sleep. We barely slept at all. We talked for hours again before we went to bed, then hours after his magically delicious tongue left me damn near weeping, right along with my pussy having multiple convulsions, contracting out of control from watching him stroke his cock, while my fingers played and pretended he was pounding me into oblivion.
However, I’m not cold. Whatever he has planned for later sends a divine heat wave from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, then shoots straight to my core. Please, no more bob-ette, I plead with the man upstairs. There is nothing like the big, thick cock of Aidan Hughes. Especially in combination with a body like his. Muscles are one of those things that are best in moderation. He’s sculpted his into perfection.
Sweet baby of all things sinful. The morning light strumming through the slits in the curtains gives me a graceful view of his ass. Then he goes and covers that perfect ass up with jeans. Swearing profusely under my breath, I stalk, stare, and admire this gifted man in front of me. His dark hair is sticking up all over the place. World, eat your heart out, he’s my baby daddy.
Normally, my mouth is dry in the morning, not today though. It’s lip-smacking hungry. Who cares about drinking water when I have my own personal waterfall of lick-able man to quench my thirst?
Christ, the way his abs flex, making them look like a ladder you just want to climb, has me practically drooling all over myself. Instant sexual attraction.
“I’ve got this.” Those deep, sea-blue eyes churn into mine with intensity. Expelled from lack of sleep, they show tenderness, a side I’ve seen from him before when he rattled off everything he wanted to teach Diesel. I feel giddy. Cherished.
He leans down and kisses my forehead. I watch him go, thanking him without dragging my tired eyes from his ass.
Should I feel like a slut for jumping into bed with him? I should. But I don’t. This is our life, our business. A year changes a lot of things. One thing it did not change is how we feel about each other. I thought he hated me, he thought I hated him, when this entire time it’s been the exact opposite. I sigh happily.