Page 58 of Unmasking Love
“Oh, okay,” I whisper as he hands me a glass of water. I take a sip and allow myself to take him in. He’s in his dress shirt, a few buttons done in the middle and his boxers. My eyes trail up to his face and it’s dark in the room but I can’t escape the dark look he’s giving me.
Being blindfolded was so hot and I felt everything so much more but I also love being able to see him. It makes everything real.
The way he walks around to the other side of the bed is difficult to describe. There is no denying he’s a strong, powerful man, but the lithe movements we shared when we were dancing seem to be gone. He looks rigid and stiff. I watch as he sips his water and sets it on the bedside table. He sits on the edge of the bed facing away from me and starts to unbutton his shirt. He takes a deep breath as he slides it down his arms. My fingers itch to touch him. I didn’t get the chance earlier and I want it now.
I crawl across the bed and slide up behind him. My hands trail up his back and over the rounded muscles in his shoulders. I start to push both hands down over his pecs when his hands trap mine against his chest.
“Harper,” he says, and it sounds like regret.
“Oh,” I pull my hands back and set them in my lap, “you know what,” I swallow, “it’s fine, I’ll just, umm settle in.”
“Wait,” he says but he doesn’t turn around. My stomach climbs in my throat as the seconds pass. I have no idea what he’s about to say to me but I know if he’s ending it or regretful I might not survive the rejection.
We moved too fast. The last few hours are a blur. Hell, the last month has been a blur. Out of nowhere, Aiden became a man I wanted to talk to everyday. He’s seen me when I’ve been vulnerable. He’s seen me in my element at work.
And, I’ve been attracted to him since the first time I laid eyes on him at the game but I never dreamed he’d return the sentiment. From the moment he took my hand in his tonight, I've just gone with the flow. My too trusting nature took over, had amazing sex with him and now I need to be okay letting it go. I need to learn to move through my day without talking to Aiden.
I’m trying not to panic as he inhales and exhales again slowly.
“Harper, I…I have to tell you something.”
“Holy shit, you’re married.” I scramble off the bed and race to find my clothes as the worst case scenario plays out in my mind. My bra is in the living room but my skirt should be here. Where is it? He moved here and left a wife and two kids back in New York, or maybe even another town before that. I whirl around and snatch my tights off the floor. It’s why he doesn’t want a house. I clutch my breasts as I scan the floor for my boots. Where are my boots?
“Harper, stop!” I freeze and look up at him. He’s standing facing me and I can’t read the look in his eyes. I don’t linger long because my gaze catches the intricate tattoo across his chest.
A coat of arms spans both pectorals and ends just above his navel. There are elements in three of the four sections. Each is full of shading and tiny, detailed lines throughout. I can’t make out much in the dim light but I see a hockey pond, maybe some netting. It’s mesmerizing and I had no idea it was there.
“Harper, I’m not married.” He slowly walks towards me and I feel his eyes on me but all I can see is the ink across his flesh. When he reaches me, I look up into Aiden’s eyes as he links our fingers together with his palms over the back of my hands. The heat of his body fills the space between us and I am drawn to it.
After a beat he twists our hands up so mine flatten on his chest. His heart beats steadily under my right hand, where there isn’t a design, before he slowly pulls it over to the center of his chest. My thumb brushes against a rough scar and I look down to follow the path of my fingers. That’s when I see it.
From the base of his throat down is a faded scar. It is blended into the artistry of the tattoo but the skin is raised and taught.
“What is this?” I whisper.
“The scar from fixing a broken heart.” He lets out a humorless laugh.
I caress gently up the line of his repaired skin and return to his eyes, when my fingers reach the chain he wears I glance back down. “But it’s not broken anymore?”
“It’s better for now.”
I blink back up at him and he cradles my head in his hand like he did at the club. As he captures my top lip between his, I wrap my arms around his neck and immediately deepen the kiss. I’ve risen up on my toes to meet his mouth so he has no trouble lifting me and spinning me to the bed again.
My body feels light as a feather and fluttery from my head to my toes.
My too trusting heart reaches out to his through this kiss.
He falls down on top of me and suddenly we’re in a frenzy. I pull his boxers down his thighs and he pulls my nipple into his mouth. Shocks of pleasure course through me, and after he’s finished kicking his underwear off, I push up on his chest.
“You okay?” He asks breathlessly.
“Yes, I want to be on top.” Aiden’s eyes search mine and he must like what he sees because he maneuvers to lay on his back. His hands guide my hips above his erection. Before I sink down on top of him he pulls my fingers into his mouth and sucks. The sensation makes my eyes roll to the back of my head and blood rushes to my core. Then he guides my hand between my legs and swipes.
His fingers slide along my pussy next to mine. Slowly he pulls his fingers away and I freeze as he paints my lips with my arousal. His eyes stay locked on mine as he rolls up and whispers, “you’re fucking delicious,” against my lips.
“Oh god, Aiden.” I pant and he pushes up into me and I’m full of him again. His hands bracket my waist and I cry out when his teeth sink into my shoulder.
“Harper, fuck, you’re perfect. Taking all of me.”
