Page 66 of The Fragile One

I pull her down next to me and kiss the top of her head.

“Happy to have all our people with us?” I ask her.

“Happy to haveyouwith me. Everything else is a bonus.“ She leans up and gives me an all too quick peck on the lips. I grin at her like a complete fool. I’ll never tire of her sweet words or her soft body next to mine.

“You know I’m going to have to marry you now. I can’t very well live in sin. What would my mother think of her precious boy being so scandalous?” I feign a shocked look with my hand covering my chest.

“I know.” She smiles at me.

“Oh yeah? How?” I ask.

“You talk in your sleep.”

Epilogue

It’sbeenthreeweekssince the mission that almost took Aiden from me. We spent the first week in Costa Rica lying around, enjoying the beach and just relaxing with everyone. Aiden also enjoyed the little red bikini Abigail packed for me. He showed me just how much he enjoyed it every chance he got. Every day he would work me into a frenzy with heated looks and soft touches over my exposed skin, and every night he would insist I climb over his face so he could use his tongue and fingers to wring explosive pleasure from my body. I tried to protest the first time,really I did, but he insisted the position was easier on his injuries. Not making me come every day simply wasn’t an option for him. How can a girl argue that?

For the last two weeks, we’ve been home and together every day. Of course, he’s been restless and had to go back to work today. Donovan assured him he didn’t need to push it, but Aiden insisted, saying he needed to feel like he was earning his paycheck, so he went to the office to go over some stuff with Donovan this afternoon. Stubborn-ass man.

I decided a home cooked meal was in order for when he got back. Something to welcome him home with after his first day back on the job. Then I remembered I can’t cook for shit, so I did what any other girl in my situation would do and called my mom. When she was done laughing hysterically into the phone after I told her about my first attempt at making lasagna for Aiden, she came over and helped me. I’m just pulling it out of the oven when Aiden walks through the door.

“Honey, I’m home,” he calls as he walks through the door.

I know he was only gone for a few hours, but damn, that man is a sight for sore eyes. When he sees what I’m doing, he gets a nervous look on his face.

“You cooked?” he asks nervously.

I can practically see his face turning green at the thought. “Don’t look so scared. My mom came over and helped.”

That brings instant relief to his expression. I would be offended, but it’s a fair reaction when either of the Albright sisters are in the kitchen.

He walks over, crowding me from behind as he wraps his strong arms around my waist and lays a kiss on my lips that has me curling my toes.

“Missed you,” he says into my neck.

We haven’t had sex since he got out of the hospital, but he’s kept me plenty satisfied in other ways. I have to say, sitting on his face while he eats me out has got to be one of my new favorite ways to have an orgasm, because fuck, what this man can do with his tongue is lethal.

“It just needs to cool for a few minutes,” I tell him, leaning into his hard chest.

“I can think of a couple ways to spend the time.” He wastes none as he trails his hand up my skirt, pushing my panties to the side so he can gain access to my already wet slit.

“Goddamn, baby, drenched for me already,” he growls into my ear.

I turn my head and latch my mouth to his as he rubs his finger around my opening, gathering my wetness before thrusting it into me.

“Ah, fuck. That feels so good,” I moan.

I rock into his hand while he uses the other one to tweak my nipple through my dress, rubbing my ass against his quickly hardening cock.

“I need inside this perfect pussy.” He gives my nipple another hard pull before he turns me in his arms and walks back toward the couch, licking the fingers that were just inside me.Fuck.

“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you.” My hands go to his jacket and slip it off his shoulders, throwing it somewhere in the direction of a chair.

He grabs my hand and rubs it over his straining erection while wrapping his other hand around my neck and pulling me in for a heated kiss.

He pulls his mouth away and looks me in the eyes, pressing himself harder into my hand. “This is the only thing that hurts right now, baby. And there’s only one thing that can make it feel better.”

That’s all the confirmation I need. Maybe if I wasn’t so greedy where he’s concerned, I would slow it down and insist we wait until he talks to his doctor first. But I’m not. I trust him not to overexert himself. His stitches were taken out a week ago and we’ve been careful not to overdo it the whole time. If he’s ready, then I’m not going to be the one to tell him otherwise.

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