Page 35 of Seasons of Love
"Jesus. Fuck, Aiden. You're going to kill me with how fucking sexy you are," I growled against his lips.
"Shh, no dying. I'm not done riding for the day."
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AIDEN
I felt like we'd been engaging in the longest foreplay in history since that first kiss this morning, and oh my sweet lord, what a kiss that was.
Slade's mouth was commanding, demanding, sweet, and tender. How did he set my body on fire with just one kiss?
So yeah, I was desperate for more, and I wasn't waiting another second for it.
I pulled away from Slade's mouth— using self-restraint that should earn me some kind of award—and tried to stand up, but he put his hands on my thighs.
"Where are you going?"
"Unless you have a self-lubricating dick, we're gonna need supplies," I chuckled.
He pulled me in for another kiss, biting my tongue gently before letting go. "I love your smart, sassy mouth, Aiden Lawton."
"You better have lost those jeans by the time I'm back…oh, and leave the jacket on."
I ran to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. When I opened my washbag, I realized that my condoms could well be out of date. I'd bought them as an act of rebellion after my relationship with Richard ended but hadn't actually used them.
Fuck, fuckity, fucks.
I turned one over, letting out a fuck yes, when I saw it was still good, then grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedroom and ran back to the living room.
My throat closed up at the sight of Slade almost fully naked on the couch, wearing just the leather jacket, a pair of red boxer shorts, and tattoos that definitely went beyond what I’d seen on his arms.
"Fuck my life, Slade, you're…fuck."
"I'm naked, that's what I am. And you're not."
I threw the supplies onto the couch next to Slade and started by taking my shoes off, nearly keeling over in the process.
"Slowly, Aid. I want to watch as you reveal your milky white skin to me."
"You mean pasty," I said. I'd always been quite self-conscious that I couldn't get a tan and now, facing a very naked Slade with his tan complexion and tattoos, I realized we couldn't be more different than a car and a bike.
He stood up and pulled me by the hand to come closer. "I've been wanting to see you naked since you stole that book from me—"
"Hey," I tried to argue, but he laughed and took my distraction as an opportunity to lift my shirt over my arms.
"As I suspected, you're perfect."
I traced the tattoos on his chest. There were so many that I'd need a lifetime to explore them all to my satisfaction. The thought gave me butterflies in my stomach. What the hell was I thinking? This was just sex between two people who clearly were extremely attracted to each other.
It was time to take control and stop the mushy thoughts.
I pushed Slade back onto the couch and he landed with a thump. Then I finished undressing until I was fully naked in front of Slade.
His eyes zeroed in on my cock and he wet his lips. I stroked my length, running my thumb over the crown and picking up a bead of precum.
Slade's eyes went impossibly dark when I raised my thumb to my mouth. "You want it?"
"Yes." His voice was breathy.
