Page 47 of Aidan

“I can’t speak for Finn, but I’ll ask him.” Aidan palms the back of my neck. “Although, I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to deal with you in such close proximity as him if he says yes. I’d hate to have to kill my brother because he flirted too much with you.”

I breathe out a laugh. “He’s harmless. His charms have no affect on me.”

He growls. “You think he’s charming?”

I poke him in the center of his chest. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure I do. Maybe you should show me exactly what it is you meant,” his tone drops suggestively.

My pulse spikes and heat settles in my belly. An ache grows from my core and spreads through my body. Without looking away from me, Aidan manages to close the lid on the laptop and toss it toward the end of the bed. A dull thud follows.

“You probably broke it,” I whisper.

“I’ll buy another one.” That’s the last thing he says before his lips claim mine.

Every kiss brings new sensation with it. Each one swirling around inside me, spreading, until I’m consumed with nothing but need. Desire. Want. Aidan kisses me like it’s the last time he’ll be able to. It’s too much and yet, not enough. The heavy weight of his hand caresses my spine sending shivers dancing down it before he settles it along my shoulder blade and carefully guides me to lying on my back.

He breaks the kiss and his eyes meet mine. He palms the side of my face, his fingers threading through my hair, and rubs his thumb gently along my cheekbone. His touch brings with it more heat and fire that sizzles through my veins.

“You’re beautiful. I’m not sure if I’ve ever told you that,” his voice is a gruff whisper that vibrates through me.

I flick my tongue out and further dampen already damp lips. It hadn’t been intentionally seductive, by Aidan’s gaze drops to them. I reach up and glide my fingertips along the contours of his forehead, nose, and jaw, the hair covering it soft. I dip one into the divot on the left side of his mouth. I meet his eyes again. “I think you’re beautiful, too.”

He smiles and the crater deepens. “Now you’re just trying to make me blush.”

I snort. “It takes more than a simple compliment to make a man like you blush.”

“What kind of man do you think I am?” He quirks an eyebrow.

My muscles in my cheeks go slack as I grow serious. “A kind and generous one. A man who makes me laugh. One who’s smart. Who makes me feel safe. Protected. The kind of man I’m glad I get to spend the rest of my life with. My best friend.”

With every word I speak, Aidan’s eyes darken, and his gaze sears into me with a burning intensity it’s a surprise I don’t combust. I mean it all, though. My only hope is that one day we’ll find the kind of love my parents have. The kind I’ve witnessed between Carrick and Nora. A love I never thought I’d have, but discover I desperately want. With Aidan. I’m more than halfway there already and have been for a long time.

His lips crash down on mine and his tongue sweeps in like he’s dying to taste me. I meet every thrust with my own and sink into the pleasure that crashes over me in waves. Aidan’s body covers mine. My nipples grow harder, and the dull throbbing in my center grows as he settles in the cradle of my thighs. His cock hits right at my clit, and I roll my hips trying to increase the contact where I need it.

He answers by rocking his pelvis against me and swallowing my breathy moan. My fingers clutch at his hair, holding him tightly to me. I don’t ever want this kiss to end. His palm covers my breast and gently kneads my flesh. I arch my back and press more fully into his touch, needing more. There’s blissful pleasure as his fingers pluck the hardened tip of my nipple through my thin shirt that travels throughout me.

It’s as though every nerve in my body is firing. Everything tingles and a low hum dances across every inch of my skin. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. Aidan’s cock hits a spot that makes my toes curl. We both have far too many clothes on. As if sensing my thoughts, he reaches for the hem of my t-shirt and with some maneuvering on my part, he drags it up and over my head. My bra is gone next and I collapse into the mattress.

Aidan rises up on a single elbow and stares down at me. With a fingertip, he traces a line down my sternum and then circles my pebbled nipple. No one has studied me this closely before, and for a second I feel self-conscious enough to want to cover myself. My boobs still sit where they always have, but they’re a little small in comparison to the rest of me. Except the desire in Aidan’s darkened eyes tells me how much he likes what he sees.

“I’ve imagined you spread out beneath me more than once over the last five years.” His words confirm the thought.

Pleasure flutters in my belly. “Why haven’t you ever said anything?”

“Because, like you, I valued our friendship too much to fuck it up by sleeping with you. I didn’t want to change anything between us. Or make it weird.”

I run my fingers up his bicep, marveling at all the tattoos, and nibble my lip in uncertainty. “Is this going to change it now? More than it already has, I mean?”

Aidan takes my hand and brushes a kiss over my knuckles. “Almost nothing stays the same, but I promise you, no matter what else occurs, you will always be the best thing to ever happen to me.”

That doesn’t really answer my question.

“Hey,” he says and I lift my eyes to meet his. “Are you okay?”

I force a smile to my lips. “Of course. How could I not be with a beautiful, half-naked man in bed with me who, I’m pretty sure, had been about to give me a mind-blowing orgasm?”

Aidan barks out a laugh. “Mind-blowing, huh?”

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