Page 144 of Firestorm
“Him?” I raised an eyebrow, choosing to ignore his self-deprecation.
Aiden rolled his eyes. “Yeah, it’s obviously ahim.”
“You don’t know that,” I mumbled and Aiden laughed. I sighed again. “I askedithow much longeritwould follow me without speaking to me, and then I asked ifitwould come out and meet us.”
“No wonderhedidn’t reply. Most stalkers don’t want to meet their obsessions’ boyfriend.” Aiden said with a grin. “Sorry, I must have shown up just in time to remind him that he hascompetition.”
I snorted as he toed off his shoes and flopped onto my bed like it was his own. I shook my head and grabbed us some bottles of water from Willow’s mini-fridge.
“There’s no competition,” I said easily.
Aiden shot me a genuine smile that lit up his entire face. My knees buckled slightly. He was way too pretty when he smiled like that.
Aiden sat at the edge of the bed and pulled me between his legs before taking our bottles of water and placing them on the side table.
“I don’t even realize other women exist anymore,” Aiden said softly before kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’re the only one that matters.”
“Come on, of course you see other women.” I mumbled.
Aiden shook his head slowly. “No, Skye. I don’t. You’re the only one that seesme,” his breath hitched slightly. “Why would I need to look at anyone else?”
I slid my arms around his neck and pulled him to my chest, totally crushing his face in my boobs. Aiden didn’t care at all. His arms circled my back and he molded himself to me perfectly, stuttering out a breath like he couldn’t believe he got to hold me this way.
He was. Fucking. Adorable.
“Where are the besties tonight?” he whispered.
“Out.” I replied, grinning when he shivered slightly in my arms.
He turned his head so he was staring right up at me, his chin resting on my breasts and his eyes so big and round he almost looked like a doll.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi,” he whispered back.
“Can I do something for you, Aiden?” I asked, shifting slightly so that his definitely hard dick brushed against my thigh.
Aiden closed his eyes and groaned softly. I bit back a grin as his eyes opened.
He licked his lips. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I asked, shifting to rub my thigh against him again.
Aiden whimpered, keeping his eyes on my chin, then mumbled something.
“What was that?” I asked. “You weren’t clear.”
Aiden whimpered again, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Please touch me,” he said in his sweet, shy voice I loved.
“You want me to touch you?” I asked, running my hands through his hair, enjoying how he shivered and trembled slightly.
“Please,” he said, his voice still soft and shy.
“Maybe I will,” I replied. “Why don’t you lay back?”
Aiden’s eyes sprung open and he let go of me quickly, then scrambled back onto the bed, laying on his back and keeping himself propped up on his elbows.
