Page 17 of Stealing It
“It’s a very good thing, Magnolia,” Aidan chirps, a wide, lazy smile on his face. It steals my breath when he says my name paired with that smile. He reaches between our bodies and pulls the condom off. He ties it, hunts for the wrapper and slides the cum filled latex into the foil.
“I’ve never had sex with a condom before,” I admit. So much for not giving him anything else. “It feels…different.”
Aidan grins. “Does it? I’ve never had sex without one.”
I must look shocked because he goes on. “Not a risk I’d ever take.”
“Oh,” I reply, sitting up, dabbing sweat off my chin. “Even if you were exclusive with someone?” I eye the foil and raise a brow. “Seems a little unnecessary if other measures were in place.”
“I control a condom. I can’t control a chick taking a pill at the same time every day,” he says, glancing away. I prod a bit more and he tells me he’s not opposed to having children eventually, but he wants them to be planned. He’s not good with surprises.
Swallowing, I come to my knees and press my body against his. “That was amazing. The best sex of my life, I just can’t help but wonder what it might feel like to have you inside me without barriers—with nothing between us. Just skin. You and I.”
Aidan’s neck works. “When you put it like that,” he says, chuckling. Aidan explains how he gets tested at work monthly for STDs or any sort of health ailments, really, and then I tell him how I have a nifty IUD that prevents pregnancy. He seems intrigued, almost as if I’m an alien when I tell him how it works. “You mean there’s fishing wire in there and I didn’t feel it?”
I nod. “And it stays in place for fifteen years. I had it put in years ago and didn’t bother having it taken out after the divorce. It seemed easier to leave it there.”
“You’ve given me something to think about.”
“I can’t believe you’ve never considered it in the past. You’ve been in relationships.”
He clears his throat, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “They weren’t the trustworthy kind.”
“I am?” I ask, grinning. I can feel his erection rising again.
Aidan shifts so it’s between my legs, the warmth pressing at my core, but not entering. His breath hitches. “You are, I think. Even if I rarely trust anyone.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because you trusted me with your truths,” he replies, pulling away to look me in the eye. “You feel better now, don’t you?”
My stomach flips as I look into his eyes. “I don’t even remember where it hurts anymore.”
Aidan smiles. “We’ll have to repeat your pain management treatments daily.”
Licking my lips, I say, “Thank you. I don’t think you realize how much tonight has meant to me.”
Eyes narrowed, he studies me, like he’s trying to fish a lie. A rash of unwarranted self-conscious nerves winds around me. “You’re the one taking a chance on a bad boy,” Aidan says, cocking his head to the side and cupping my face in his big hands. Hazel eyes dip down, and a haunting glow replaces the sweet one. “You hold all the risk.”
“I also hold all of the reward then,” I reply, pressing my lips together.
“Fuck, Magnolia,” Aidan hisses before pulling my mouth to his. “I want all of you.”
There has never been anything easier than living, and feeling in this moment.
Nothing.
