Page 11 of Get Me (The Keatyn Chronicles 6)
He glances at his watch. "I'm going to let you rest."
"Where are you going?"
"Allan invited me to a stunt planning meeting. I think it will be cool to sit in on it."
"That would be cool."
He sits on the couch next to me and gives me a steamy kiss. "What were you and Tommy talking about at lunch?"
"It's a secret."
"I thought we weren't going to keep secrets from each other?"
"Um, no. We're trying not to lie to each other."
"Trying?"
"What I mean is, I want to tell you the secret, but I've been sworn to secrecy. Part of what makes it a secret. Besides, if I tell you, you'd have to lie to your family. And I don't want to put you in that position."
He runs his finger down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
"What kind of position do you want to put me in?" he asks sexily, leaning closer to me.
"Hmmm. I don't know. You feel like playing pool?"
He laughs and raises an eyebrow over a gorgeous green eye. "Ah. That kind of a position. I don't think that's what we were talking about."
"If I wasn't so tired when I get home, I'd offer to dance for you."
"I'm tired just watching. I never realized you would work such long hours. Or all the times you do the same scene."
"It doesn't help that they're trying to squeeze a lot into a few days."
"So, what's this secret? I won't tell my family."
"Good, because I'm dying to tell you."
He smiles at me.
"I get to spend Christmas with you."
"I already knew that."
"And also with my family."
"They're coming to St. Croix?"
"Umm, not exactly. We're all going to France."
"How's that going to work? We'll all be packed for the beach."
"Yeah, that's the only problem. Just tell your family to pack some sweaters. Say it gets chilly at night or they keep the house really cool or something."
"I'll do that. So, why isn't your family just coming to St. Croix?"
"Because they're planning a big party. And the location is more secure."
"Where is the house? I just realized I never asked."
"Southern France, between Nice and Cannes. It's in the country, up in the hills. You can even see the sea most days. It's really beautiful."
"I can't wait. What's the party for?"
"Just to celebrate our being together."
"Very nice," he says, giving me a kiss and heading out the door. "Get some rest. We have a date with a naughty Santa gift later tonight."
"We do?" I ask, suddenly perking up.
Aiden smiles. "Yes, we do."
"Which one?"
"I told you, I have a sweet tooth," he replies. "And a sweet tongue."
"You said you wanted me in the candy thong and a pair of cowboy boots."
"And nothing else," he says in a way that almost sounds like a threat.
A really sexy one.
Cuss and get laid.
11pm
I get back to my loft around eleven. Cooper is tired and heads straight to his room.
Thank god.
Aiden's in my kitchen, nothing but a pair of athletic shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips and a candy necklace hanging deliciously around his neck.
I can't even think straight.
He kisses me in greeting and sits me up on the breakfast bar while he opens a bottle of champagne.
Who knew something so simple could be so sexy?
He sets the bottle on the counter and cuts the foil off. Then he untwists the metal topper. Every muscle in his arm ripples with each twist. I see a flash of his clover tattoo.
And I feel lucky just to be sitting here.
"You're wearing a candy necklace," I say, stating the obvious as he pulls the cork out.
He glances up at me as he pours the champagne. "I put it on, but it's up to you decide where you want it."
I gulp.
Imagine the Titan saluting me and wrapped in candy.
He leans across the bar and clinks my glass. "Here's to a sweet night."
I definitely drink to that and follow the hottie god as he takes the champagne into my bedroom and locks the door behind us.
I go into my closet, strip, and put on the candy thong and cowboy boots, as requested.
The candy thong is not particularly comfortable, I might add.
I look at myself in the mirror. The pastel embroidered cowboy boots are the same colors as the candy, so I match. But . . .
"You're taking an awfully long time in there," Aiden says, knocking on the door.
"I look ridiculous."
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that."
I shake my head at myself in the mirror, knowing I'd be ridiculous for Aiden any time if it makes him happy.
And turns him on.
I push my shoulders back, stand up straight and proud, and march my mostly-naked ass to the doorway.
Aiden's standing by the bed, holding two glasses of champagne.
I know I look silly, but I might as well have some fun with it. I lock eyes with him, spread my arms and legs wide, and pose in the doorway.
Aiden immediately sets the glasses down. His eyes are dark and sexy as he strides across the room. He places his hands on my shoulders, moves them out across my arms, and lands on my hands, which are braced in the doorway. "Don't move your hands," he insists. "No matter what."
I nod as he drops to his knees.
He studies the thong then touches a piece of candy. "One." He touches another and says, "Two." He quickly moves his finger across more candy, counting. "Eight pieces of candy in my way to the sweet spot."
"One," he says taking the first piece of candy in his teeth and biting it off.
"Two," he says, eating another piece as he caresses the backs of my thighs.
He cups my ass with both hands. "Three."
I push my hands harder into the doorway, wondering how I'm going to make it to eight.
His tongue flicks across me as he says, "Four."
He removes one hand f
rom my ass and places his finger through the little hole he's created, touching the very upper part of what he's aiming for.
Ohmigawd. Down just a bit further, I want to beg, as he says, "Five," and flicks his tongue where his finger just was.
"Oh," I say, dropping my hands and running them through his hair.
He moves his tongue under the candy that's blocking his way and gives me a little tease of what's to come.
Then he stops and stands up, grabbing my hands and pressing them against the door casing. "I thought I told you not to move your hands."
"Uh . . ." I say breathlessly.
"Do you want me to get to number eight?"
"Yes." I'm so full of desire and lust that I can barely speak. Plus, his eyes. They have that dark, hungry look that practically hypnotizes me.
"Good," he says, pausing to suck on my breasts before he moves back to bite off number six.
"Seven," he says, biting off another piece while sliding a finger inside of me.
I suck in my breath and hold it as he discovers just how turned on I am.
He quickly says, "Eight," and then delves his tongue into the spot where his finger was.
"Holy shit," I think I say, as I push my hands harder into the doorway for support.
He uses some magical combination of his fingers and tongue on me.
I'm breathing hard and saying ohmigawd over and over until my legs are weak and the only thing still keeping me standing is my arms, barricaded across the door frame.
When he feels my knees start to give away, he picks me up and pulls me on top of him on the chaise. I push his boxers down and glide myself across the Titan.
Aiden rhythmically moves my hips against him.
"Aiden, I want to . . ."
"Not tonight," he says, kissing me, but still guiding my motions.
The friction alone causes me to moan and that's when his grip tightens and he loses control.
"God, you're sweet," he says into my ear.
A little later, we're lying in bed and I'm softly trailing my fingers across his chest.
"You know, I was thinking . . ."
"Sounds dangerous," he teases.
"You might not be able to come to France with me. What's your grade in French?"
"Does it matter? I have my dirty French book. That's all I'll need."
"You can cuss and get laid." I roll my eyes.
"So, I'll get laid?"
"Uh, what?
There's a smirk playing on his face. "Are you saying we're going to do it there?"
"I wanted to do it just now. And I, um . . . I guess that depends on how convincing your French is," I say, teasing him, even though my thoughts are elsewhere.
