Page 114 of Not in My Book

He frowned. “No, you said you were going to do that. You said, and I quote, ‘It’s a precise science, and you just wouldn’t get it.’ ”

“No,” I dragged out. “I said that as a joke, obviously, then I said, ‘Never mind, I don’t want to get my dress dirty, pretty please do it for me.’”

“You have never said pretty please a day in your life.” Aiden laughed. “Especially to me. If you want me to do something, it comes with a death threat.”

“I amdainty,” I said, shocked. “I am divinely feminine.”

“And you have a slight temper.” He shrugged. “But don’t worry, I’m into it.”

I rolled my eyes. “This was not how I planned for your introduction to alfajores to go. I’ll coerce my tía into sending us some. Hers are like magic.” He was leaning against my kitchen counter, watching me with such fond eyes that my pulse quickened without my permission. “Now what are we going to do for a movie snack?”

“Why don’t I run to the bodega and grab us something? Oreos sound good?”

“You’re speaking my language.”

“I’ll be back soon.” He kissed me quickly before slipping out of my apartment.

While Aiden was gone, I went to my room to set up for our movie night, then checked my email for the millionth time today. There was no exact timeline for when we’d find out about the fellowship, only that it would be before the spring semester ended. Aiden kept telling me not to worry about it, but I couldn’t help refreshing my email any chance I got.

A few minutes later, he knocked on my front door. “Luckily the brick was there so I didn’t have to buzz up.”

“Shut up.” I guided him to my room where I had placed pillows, blankets, and my laptop on the bed.

My room felt so small in comparison to Aiden’s queen-sized bed and floor to ceiling windows. He had bookshelves and coasters; I had stacks of romance novels in the corner on the floor and used notebooks underneath my glasses.

“I didn’t get to see your room at Christmas,” he said, taking it all in. “I like it. It’s very Rosie Posie.” He leaned down and picked up one of my romances, humming as he flipped through the pages. He walked around my small room, occasionally smiling at pictures I had hung on my wall of the Peculiar Pub gang or my family.

It was surreal. Not only to be with someone like this, but for that someone to be Aiden. When people said opposites attract, I never would have thought my opposite would be someone so similar to me. Someone who understood me so well.

Once he felt like he’d sufficiently snooped, he joined me on the bed, reaching across me to snag a cookie off the nightstand. “Which rom com are we watching?”

I had been slowly introducing Aiden to romcoms, and we were working through the Nora Ephron classics. We had already watchedSleepless in Seattle,and tonight I decided we would watchWhen Harry Met Sally.

Aidenlovedit. He laughed throughout the whole thing and even sighed,sighed,at the end. He turned to me once it finished and said, “Can we watch another?”

Halfway throughYou’ve Got Mail,I ran my hand up his chest. “I feel bad making you watch all these movies even though you don’t like romance.”

“Trust me, I like this.” When I pulled him on top of me, he raised his eyebrows, looking down at me. “Unless you have something else in mind?”

I shrugged. “Doyouhave something else in mind?”

“I always do with you, Rosie.” Hands resting on either side of my head, he pressed his lips to mine. He coaxed my mouth open with his, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped as he slowly dragged his hand up my thigh to my ass. He lifted me, pressing us against each other.

“Aiden,” I gasped. “I want—”

“Hmm?” he murmured against my neck. “Feeling needy, baby?”

My hands raked up and down his back, scratching lightly. “I want to taste you.”

His breath hitched as I slid my hand between us to grasp him firmly. He leaned back to give me just enough space to slowly unbutton his pants and slide his zipper down.

He rolled off me, and I moved down the bed until I was on my knees between his legs. I pulled his pants and briefs down and watched as his hardness lay against his stomach. For as shy as I’d been our first time, Aiden made me feel sexy and confident every single time we were together. When Aiden saw the stretch marks on my thighs or the curves of my hips, he viewed them with unrestrained desire.

Carefully, I ran my finger from the base to the tip. He sucked in a breath, his hands finding purchase in my hair, gently smoothing my hair away from my face with one of his hands. Holding his cock from the base, I slipped the tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue, sucking lightly. He grunted, still gently holding my head. I lowered my mouth, taking in more of him. I reached for his hand, telling him it was okay to guide me.

“Fuck,” he spit out when I did so, his actions growing rougher as he wrapped my hair around his fist. “Just like that, baby.” I looked at him through my lashes and he groaned, moving my head faster.

“You love this, don’t you?” he said through gritted teeth, his eye heavy lidded with desire. “Taking me in your mouth, acting like you have control.” He tugged on my hair, and I couldn’t help but moan around him. “We both know you like it when I take control. We both know your panties are soaked, but you won’t touch that sweet pussy until I give you permission. Isn’t that right, baby?”

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