Page 73 of Seasons of Love
Thirty minutes later, Slade walked back into the apartment after moving the car. He was holding a shopping bag.
"What have you got there?" I asked.
He wiggled his eyebrows, taking a box of pancake mix, a bottle of chocolate sauce, and a squirt can of whipped cream out of the bag.
"No…"
I was still wearing the sweatpants I'd put on in panic earlier, but even my underwear was doing nothing to hide my hardness as Slade walked toward me, slowly removing his shirt.
"We have some time to kill, and you need breakfast," he said.
I walked slowly backward, biting my lip so I wouldn't moan at the sight of Slade removing his pants.
"And what are you going to have for breakfast?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
He crossed the space between us. "I'm going to have you."
A shiver of anticipation went down my spine. I ran toward the bedroom with Slade on my heels. He caught me by the waist and we both fell on the bed.
My clothes disappeared in a second and then there was only warm skin to warm skin.
He kissed a trail down my neck until he reached my chest. His beard tickled, which only served to heighten the sensation of Slade's teeth biting softly and then licking over my nipples.
I let out a moan and fisted the bedsheets.
"Hold that thought."
A minute later chocolate sauce dripped from the bottle onto my stomach, followed by a squirt of cream.
"You look delicious, baby. I might have to have a bite."
I couldn't even look at him. His eyes were on fire and his tongue worked me into a frenzy, and it wasn't anywhere near my cock.
"Please, Slade. If you love me just a tiny bit, you'll fuck me right now."
"Just a tiny bit? Babe, I love you more than love itself."
I sat up to kiss him and sighed when he followed me back to a lying position with him on top. His weight felt so good on me. His strong thighs against mine, the way his hair tickled me, and even though we were making a mess with the chocolate and cream, I didn't give a shit. I just wanted to feel him.
"Bedside table. Second drawer."
He looked at me. "What's in the top drawer?"
I bit my lips shut and smiled, shrugging innocently.
"Aiden…?"
He opened the top drawer and discovered my secret. Something I'd gotten a while ago but hadn't used.
"Why do you have a make-your-own-dildo kit in your drawer?"
"It was a joke gift from Wren…I never thought I'd get to use it, but now…"
I felt myself blush. Was I really going to confess it? He took a condom and lube from the second drawer and kneeled between my thighs.
"You have until I'm inside you to tell me what's in that sexy, dirty little head of yours."
I laid back down, moaning as Slade opened me with his fingers. How was I supposed to talk when he was doing that to me?
