Page 66 of Foxx
He pops a piece of bacon into his mouth when he gets back to the island, and without looking up, he fixes my plate and brings it over, setting it in front of me.
My stomach grumbles. It looks incredible.
I’m just about to pick my fork up when his heavy hand comes down over my wrist. “It won’t happen again,” he says sincerely, staring into my eyes, and I wonder what he’s talking about. “I didn’t know about your sister when I gave you that Pentothal. I’m sorry, Mia.”
Oh.My stomach drops at his apology, because I know he probably doesn’t hand those out.
Ever. And I can tell he really means it. His eyes trail my lips, then back up to hold my gaze.
“I don’t smoke weed, ever. But it’s chemistry; it counteracts the adrenaline, which is what we both needed.” He grimaces. “But for what it’s worth, if I knew about her, Mia, I would’ve found a different way to give you the Pentothal.”
“There are different ways?” I can’t help but ask.
Aiden smirks as he nods to the plate. Fuck, he’s so beautiful. “Eat,” he says, nudging it toward me.
I take a bite. Goddamn, that’s good. The eggs are perfectly cooked on a bed of cracked-grain toast and smothered in a homemade tomato-avocado spread. I eat a few more bites.
“Taste good?”
I practically moan around my bite. I was so hungry, I’ve eaten half the plate.
“Good,” he mutters, sliding my plate a little farther down the table.
“Hey! I wasn’t done!”
“I know.” He grunts as he picks me up and drops my panty-clad ass right on the table where my plate was, before dropping to his knees.
I scoot back as his body nestles between my thighs, spreading them wide at the same time as he yanks me forward and roughly pulls off my panties.
“What are you doing?” My voice hits a higher octave as he grips my thighs tight so I can’t move. He looks up at me from his knees.
Aiden slides his hands up my thighs, and I break out in goose bumps as he keeps his eyes trained to my skin.
I slide my hand through his hair as he lets his tongue skate over the inside of my thigh, tiny little licks and nips as he gets closer and closer. When he reaches my center, desire churns inside me. He drops a kiss to my clit, and my back arches. I let a soft moan slip from my lips as I tug his hair a little harder.
“Be a good girl for me, Mia. Eat all your breakfast while I eatmine.”
“Fuck,” I whimper as he spreads my legs wider and runs his nose through my shamelessly wet pussy, breathing me in.
“Mmmm, yes. But first, I’m fucking starving, and I’ve been craving this pussy all fucking morning.”
I give in, coming in mere moments, breakfast long forgotten, becauseholy shit, the way this man’s tongue moves so expertly? Who needs any kind of high whenhe’sthe drug I’m becoming addicted to.
Chapter 37
Mia
The warm water settles around me as Aiden picks a dark glass bottle out of his cabinet and sprinkles drops of oil into the tub I’m soaking in. I eye the label.Chamomile.
This man I’m quickly becoming addicted to is so complex I might never figure him out. His bedroom and bathroom are as sparse as the rest of the house. Deep gray and wood tones. A bottle of aftershave, a toothbrush, and soap are the only things on his pristine bathroom counter. The tub I’m stretched out in is bigger than the one in my bathroom. It seems made for deep relaxation. He drops Epsom salt and more oil into it while water continues to fill around me.Eucalyptus and mint.
Aiden leaves for a minute, then comes back with a bottle of coconut oil. He sheds his sweats and sets two towels beside the tub. After burying his face between my thighs at the table, he’s rock-hard and leaking precum at the tip.
I climb up onto my knees in the tub, ready to take him inmy mouth. He’s ruined me for all other men, just like he said he would. He chuckles darkly at me.
“Sit back down, Mia. We’re going to loosen your muscles up and relax you first. But I’ll take you this greedy later.”
He’s the epitome of cool and restrained, whereas I’m already needy again.
