Page 4 of Cheeky Trifle
“Don’t you want to watch the game?” I ask, rounding the corner to find the rest of the family staring at the TV and on the edge of their seats.
“Nah, I’ve got something much better to keep me entertained.”
A blush spreads from my cheeks and down my neck at the prospect.
“Come on, let’s go.”
“Don’t forget the trifle,” I say quickly, passing by the kitchen.
We’re just about to leave when Max finds us. “Off somewhere nice?” she asks with a wink in my direction.
“We’ve got about four years’ worth of alone time to catch up on. Make our excuses for us, would you?” Aaron asks as embarrassment floods my cheeks.
“Sure thing. Enjoy yourselves. And make sure she can still walk tomorrow,” Max calls out at the last minute, making Aaron laugh. I groan as he tugs me towards his parents’ house, only a few yards down the street.
“Really?” I ask, a little apprehensive about what we’re about to do under their roof. It really is like being a kid again.
“They’re on vacation and I wouldn’t survive the drive to my place,” he admits, his voice rough with desire.
“Okay.”
He makes quick work of unlocking the door and pulling me inside. I expect him to keep going, to take me to his old bedroom but instead he pushes me against the door. I suck in a breath in surprise as my back crashes against the wood. But then he’s there, his lips hovering right in front of mine.
“Oh God, please,” I whimper.
“I never could resist you.” His lips slam down on mine and his tongue sweeps into my mouth. We kiss like teenagers, familiarizing ourselves with each other’s mouths and tastes. The container I was holding falls to the floor but I don’t hear the thud, every single one of my senses too consumed by Aaron.
Warm hands run down over my waist before grabbing on to my thighs and lifting me so my legs wrap around his waist. I feel his hardness pressing against me and I shudder with need.
His kiss doesn’t falter as he maneuvers us successfully up to his bedroom. It’s only when the door’s shut that he pulls his lips from mine and starts trailing kisses down my neck. My eyes flutter open and it’s like I’ve been transported back in time. I’m surrounded by everything I remember about this room from my short amount of time here. The posters are still the same, the trophies still on the same shelves.
“Am I dreaming?” I whisper.
“I sure fucking hope not.”
After licking from my collarbone to the top of my dress, Aaron begins to fiddle with the zipper holding the fabric together. “This has been driving me crazy all day.”
