Page 143 of Collide
His fingers intertwine with mine. “Unless you count Cassie.”
My head whips to him so fast, my neck tenses. “MyCassie?”
He chuckles. “No, my Cassie. From elementary school.”
“Oh, so she’syourCassie?”
Aiden shakes with laughter. “Your jealousy is always a turn on, babe, but we were nine.”
I lay my head on his shoulder to stare up at the ceiling. He takes the opportunity to kiss me. A hot lazy slide of his tongue that makes my thighs squeeze together.
“You’ve had boyfriends, right?” he asks.
“Plenty.”
“Uh-huh,” he says, his tone disbelieving. He already knew about Donny, but other than him I’ve never mentioned the guys I was with in high school. I don’t think I ever will. I like him thinking he’s the only athlete I’ve been with, even if he’s cocky about it.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Your delusion is cute.”
I sigh. “Fine, I’ve had two. I guess the rest were just a string of meaningless hookups.”
His fingers tighten around mine, and I wrench my hand away. “Right. That’s why you were so blasé when we hooked up.”
I shrug. “What can I say? It’s a regular occurrence for me, you know, big strong men just falling at my feet.”
He chuckles. “Ishida begging for forgiveness doesn’t count.”
“He was on his knees, wasn’t he?”
“I guess I’m at the top of that list then.”
I laugh. “That would count towards a very different category.” I bring our palms up, and the size difference makes my eyes widen. “First impression?” I ask.
“That I’d totally bang you if you didn’t look like you would kick me in the nuts.” His smirk makes my eyes roll. “You?”
“That you were an asshole.”
He scoffs and nips my ear in retaliation, making me yelp.
“But you had really nice eyes,” I add.
“Really nice eyes,” he repeats dryly. “That’s it?”
“You just said you would bang me. That’s not a compliment.”
“Are you kidding?” He turns me to straddle him. “I didn’t even want to like you, but I couldn’t take my eyes off you or your ass.”
I try to ignore the hardness nestled between my thighs. “When were you looking at my ass?”
“Every chance I got.” He grins and smacks my ass.
“You’re such a guy.” I fiddle with the overgrown hair at the nape of his neck. Curling the wavy brown hair around my fingers. “It really was your eyes.”
“Yeah? What about them?”
I stare into the green that tugs at my chest. Sometimes, I can’t believe he’s all mine to look at. Especially when he looks at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever laid eyes on. “They’re so pretty that I kind of get lost in them. They make you look innocent, but then you open your mouth.”
