Page 49 of Heart Strings
“Bra, too,” Aidan says. “I need to touch all of you.”
“You don’t get to make demands. Ask nicely,” I remind him.
“Please, Lo.” His voice is softer now. “Let me play with your gorgeous tits while I lick you. Please…”
“Mmm. Much better.” I take my bra off and toss it aside, leaving my top on.
Aidan draws in a shaky breath when I seize his zipper and pull it down one millimeter at a time. The anticipation of first touch is delicious; I think I might be trembling from the adrenaline alone. He’s flushed, eyes hooded and chest heaving.
I turn, swinging my leg over his chest before I settle down to sit on his jaw. My hands reach down and wrap around him. Aidan is ready—no, more than that, he’s eager. His arms hook around my thighs, the reverse position giving him even better access to my clit. He hums, a vibration felt in the very core of my body.
Ravenously, he laps and sucks at the most sensitive part of me while his hands reach up blindly to pinch and roll my nipples. Pleasure mingles with pain. I smooth my palms over the backs of his hands, reminding him to be gentle. He takes direction well.
“I feckin’ love it, babe.” His voice comes out a bit hoarse.
“I’m. Not.” I arch my back, sliding against his lips as I cut him off. He makes a muffled noise that doesn’t sound like a protest. “Your. Babe.”
Aidan breaks contact with a wet sound. “You are while I’m inside you.”
His breath is hot against me.
“While I’m kissing you, while I’m touching you, while I’m licking you…While I’m inside you, you’re mine.”
I can’t argue with that, so I put my own mouth to better use around him. Aidan makes up for lost time, pulsing his tongue until I squirm and sigh. He moans as I grind against his jaw, trying to maintain my composure enough to pleasure him at the same time. I don’t want this to be one-sided, but I can barely focus when his face is buried between my thighs.
Soon, Aidan is gently thrusting in time with my movements. Dragging a hand through my hair, pulling his mouth away only to whimper, “Lo, please…I’m so close.”
He squeezes my thighs and the taste of his release hits my tongue. I swallow it down until he’s writhing with sensitivity.
You’re mine.
I turn around, needing to be face-to-face with him again. He brushes my bangs off my forehead, and we let the weight of the moment settle between us: I just sixty-nined my ex in a hearse.
On-again, off-again relationships sound startlingly close to that famous quote about the definition of insanity. I’ve never been able to understand why someone would let themselves get wrapped up in a relationship when it’s already been proven not to work. But with Aidan and the phantomlike aftershocks still coursing between my legs, I get it now. Doing the same thing over and over isn’t a bad thing when this is the result.
Lips pressed to my shoulder, Aidan wraps a dewy arm around me. His heartbeat thumps against my back. I’ve enjoyedhookups since our breakup—if not quite this intensely—but cuddling has been strictly off-limits. I let myself luxuriate now in the tenderness.
“I’ve gotta say, a hearse is the most creative place we’ve done this,” he says. “I can honestly say I’d never considered it.”
“You’re a horrible influence.”
Aidan kisses me deeply once more. Reluctantly, I shimmy back into my shorts and find my bra while he stuffs himself back into his pants. All I want is to stay here in the afterglow, but we’ve already been reckless with our time.
Pulling aside the curtain, I peek out the fogged window. Only a few sheep linger nearby. “The herd is gone.”
Aidan’s shoulders drop in mock disappointment. “Are you sure? I swore there was a stampede.”
“We’ve really gotta get back to Teachan. We have breakfast, hair, makeup. Saoirse might need help with a last-minute floral installation…”
His hands hold mine. “Trust the professionals. Everything is going to be grand.”
Aidan must have the charisma of a cult leader because I believe him. His optimism threatens my cynical tarnish, gently buffing away layers of resentment until he reveals a soft glow. I feel exposed, a raw nerve. I worry the pain is going to sneak up on me like a cavity, but I try to savor his sweetness, anyway.
I lean in for one more slow kiss and reach for the door handle.
But nothing happens. It’s not connected to a mechanism, simply a handhold to close the back hatch.
“Oh. Oh crap. This…isn’t a handle.”
