Page 50 of Seasons of Love
"No, because you're free now. Because I think the Aiden in front of me at this moment, gloriously naked under my bed sheets, is a different person to the guy in the designer shirt that stole my book at the fair."
"I didn't steal—" I laughed, even as I shut him up with a kiss.
It was tender and sweet, and I had to remind myself of the words I said when we were on the couch. This was temporary.
Waking up with Aiden wrapped around me was good any day, but on a Sunday, when we had nowhere else to be, it was absolute perfection.
Light streamed from the gap between the curtains. I had no idea what time it was, but I had no wish to move out of bed, not when Aiden was still snoring lightly against my chest.
His hand rested over my heart and his fingers twitched every so often, as if he was having a dream. Behind him there was a barrier of pillows nested against his back. It was as if overnight he'd built himself a cozy fort made of me and my pillows.
I ran my hand through his tousled brown hair, glad he didn't even stir. I needed a little more time before he woke up. There were feelings bubbling inside me that I hadn't felt in a long time, and I needed to process them.
Last night I’d continued reminding myself that what Aiden and I had was temporary, but there was a strong voice in my head that kept repeating over and over again "why."
After my divorce, I'd decided I couldn't do to another man what I'd done to Mike. The secrets about my past had eaten me up inside and ultimately damaged our relationship. But the longer I spent with Aiden, the more I wondered if it would be different this time.
I'd met Mike at a crossroads in my life. In order to stay on the right path, I'd needed to keep my secrets, leave them there so I wouldn't be tempted to turn around. In twenty-five years, I'd never even looked at the line, let alone cross it.
Would I have a chance with Aiden if I opened up to him? Would he still want me afterward? I didn't even know if he wanted me now. At least not for more than our current casual arrangement.
"I can hear your thoughts from here and the answer is yes."
I looked down at Aiden, who was clearly no longer asleep, with confusion.
"Oh really? And what was I thinking about?" I asked.
He pulled my nipple into a hard peak and then moved his hand lower until he found my cock. I swallowed when he wrapped around my length and gave it a tight squeeze and a long, slow stroke.
"You were saying: Aiden, I'm dying to feel you inside me, please fuck me before I die."
I snorted. "I never knew you were a mind reader as well as a talented author."
He raised himself on his elbows. "Really?"
"Yeah, your hand is down there, please tell me you can feel how hard I am at the thought of you fucking me."
"Yeah, but…I was joking, you don't have to."
"Aid, I know, but I want to. I told you I like to switch, I just haven't done it in a while."
He climbed on top of me and took my mouth like a starved man. I liked it. No, I loved it.
God, I was so fucked.
"Shit, what's the time?" Aiden asked.
I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and pressed the home button to show him.
"Shit, I have a run with Wren, and he'll never let me live it down if I'm late. Slade, this is going to be dirty and quick," he said.
I licked a path from his neck all the way up his chin and took his mouth, all while wrapping my legs around his waist. I was older, but I still had some moves.
"Baby, make it real dirty, and you can be as quick as you like."
He threw himself over the pillows on his side of the bed to get to the other bedside table, where he already knew I had condoms and lube.
"One of these days I'm going to get oil all over this hot body of yours and I'm going to fuck you right up against that workbench you keep so neat and tidy."
