Page 97 of One Time in Paris
Up. Down. Sideways.
He smiled to himself, stretching a hand over the tangled sheets, which still smelled like her. Gorgeous,deliciousIsla. He’d promised to kiss every square inch of her beautiful body, and he probably had.
No way out of this now. No parachute or back-out plan or excuses.
His friendship with Callum would be changed forever.
Yet ...the more he thought of the idea, the more comfortable he became with it. After all,why not?Why couldn’t he be the man in Isla’s life? Callum would have to accept someone in that role, so why not Aiden?
Yes, maybe when he was younger his reputation hadn’t been stellar, but so much of that had been blown out of proportion compared to his stiffer, more reserved brothers. They’d all thought he was a reckless rebel. Daring to blow off Oxford and his father’s carefully constructed plan for the military. When he’d shown up with his first tattoo—the family crest on the back of one calf—and his father had seen it on holiday, he’d never seen his father so enraged.
Of course, Father hadn’t said a word when Quinn tattooed an “L” on his skin as a symbol of his wife.
Yes, maybe he’d dated more women than his brothers—who seemed toonlygo from one serious relationship to another—but he hadn’t been a playboy or cruel to women, either. And that was when he’d been younger, anyway. Callum knew that. He knew that Aiden’s relationship with Lola had ended over her behavior, not because of something sordid.
But it was one thing to tell Callum he’d decided to date Isla. Quite another to tell him they’d also gotten married, and now the annulment they’d discussed hadn’t come back up again.
Were they tabling that for now? Neither of them had really mentionedstayingmarried, but last night, they called each other husband and wife.
And that felt so . . . unexpectedlyright.
Because he wanted to keep her.
The thought of her being with anyone else was unacceptable.
Aiden pushed the memory away and climbed out of bed. Straightening, he went toward the bathroom and cracked a door.
Steam streamed out, and he smiled, pushing the door open a bit wider at the sight of Isla on the other side of the see-through glass enclosure of the shower. She was covered in suds, hands kneading into her hair, eyes closed as she leaned back into the stream of water.
Fuck me.As if he didn’t already have one too many memories of her beautiful naked body seared into his mind. He wanted to capture the image and tuck it somewhere he could pull out and admire whenever he wanted.
Already naked, he crossed toward the door and pulled it open. “Morning, beautiful.” Stepping inside the shower with her, he came up behind her, tugging her back against his chest.
Why is being with her the easiest, most natural thing in the world?
She sank back against him, the suds of her shampoo running down his chest. “Hi, sleepy.” Her voice was roughened by sleep, and she shivered against his chest. “You’re cold.”
“Compared to this scalding water you have on, lava would be cold.”
She laughed, shrugging. “My shower, my rules.”
Aiden’s forearm crossed over her fucking amazing tits, one hand settling on her shoulder. The other hand slid around her waist, then slipped down between her legs. “Technically, it’smyshower.” His fingertip traced a slow circle around her clit, then traced lower still. “Somyrules.”
She released a throaty moan. “I have to be at call?—”
“In an hour. We have plenty of time for at least one or two rounds together.” Aiden pushed her gently toward the tiled wall, then turned her to face him so her back rested against it.
Gliding his hands down her, he knelt on the hard floor, hands grazing her hips. The water splashed softly against them from here, misting them both with warmth. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss at her belly, just below her navel, watching her thighs quiver with anticipation.
“I’ll need time for breakfast,” she breathed, her hands dropping back against the wall as she steadied herself.
“You need some unscheduled moments, darling. To relax and be taken care of.” His lips grazed lower.
“I know, but?—”
He lifted one leg carefully, setting her thigh on his shoulder. Slowly, he traced slow nips and kisses to the inside of her thigh. “When was the last time you just let go and did something that didn’t fit with the day’s agenda? You need this. Let me give it to you.”
Her fingers tangled into his hair as he parted her better for his view. Glistening, slick pussy, swollen clit that begged to be kissed. “You taste fucking delicious,” he said, sinking his lips against her.
