Page 26 of Seasons of Love
We occasionally traveled through towns, but mostly through the countryside. I stopped trying to make sense of our destination or direction until Slade took a turn to a small track and stopped the bike under the shade of a tree.
My legs were shaking with adrenaline when I came off the bike, so I sat on a patch of grass nearby. We were in some kind of forest, but the trees were spaced enough apart that sunlight still came through the branches.
Slade took my helmet and his and hung them on the handles of the bike. Then he sat next to me.
His eyes had never looked so blue before, his smile so candid. He had never looked so free.
Maybe it was the adrenaline still rushing through my veins, but before I could think too much about it, I straddled Slade and pressed my lips against his.
His hand came up to rest on the back of my neck to keep me exactly where I was. As if I had any intention of going anywhere.
Slade's lips were ridiculously soft and his beard was a little rough against my skin, which only served to make the kiss a thousand percent hotter.
I wanted his mouth everywhere on me; I wanted his beard to scratch me head to toe.
Breathing was so overrated. Who needed to draw a breath when we could live on each other's taste forever?
I deepened the kiss, running my tongue over his lips and sucking them into my mouth, first the top one and then I dragged my teeth over his bottom one, pulling it.
Slade let out what sounded like a growl and flipped us around so he was on top of me.
The squeaky sound of his leather jacket, how he owned my mouth, the way his bigger body was heavy on top of me…I needed more and I needed less. Less clothes, more Slade.
This was getting out of control. Would taking this farther be taking it too far?
When Slade stopped the kiss, leaning his forehead on mine, we were both breathless.
I stared into his eyes and they were no longer blue. They were as dark as night, and I'd be damned if I didn't want a sleepover.
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SLADE
"Aiden," I whispered, still trying to control my breathing and my raging hard-on.
He placed his hands on either side of my face. They were soft, and I couldn't help turning to kiss one palm and then the other.
"Don't say we shouldn't." His voice was low. As though if the world around us discovered what we'd done maybe it would start meaning something.
I nodded, but I knew we shouldn't. Aiden was too young, too good for me, and I could never be the person he deserved.
Not that it had stopped me from claiming him like a wild animal.
Once his lips had touched mine and he’d ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it so tight my scalp still hurt, I would have had to be a saint to be able to resist Aiden.
And one thing I knew for sure, I'd never claimed to be a saint. Quite the opposite.
The thought that he'd gotten as lost in the kiss as I had, made me feel like a man half my age. I couldn't remember the last time I’d kissed like that, the last time I had been kissed like that.
"Why did you bring me here?" he asked.
I stared into his big, brown eyes. He’d worn his contacts, so I could see from this close how beautiful his eyes were, so deep, with a dark-blue ring around the iris.
To prove to myself I really wasn't a saint, or maybe that I’d just lost all self-control around Aiden, I kissed him one last time before standing on my knees and bringing him up with me.
Even though this was a fairly unknown spot—something I'd assumed from the lack of seeing anyone else around whenever I came here—I made sure the bike was locked properly.
I took the two helmets from the handle and told Aiden to follow me. We didn't have to walk farther than a hundred yards to get to the spot I wanted to show Aiden.
