Page 63 of Heart Strings
“Get over here now.”
She rises from the bed and stands before me, hazel eyes glittering with excitement, but she’s holding back. Still grasping at control. I tenderly run my hand along her jaw and kiss her. It’s deep, emotional, hot. I’m telling her to let go and trust me. That it’s okay to let someone else take the wheel sometimes. That it’s even possible to enjoy it.
She breathes against my lips. “What do you want?”
I sit on the edge of the bed. “Get on your knees. I want to fuck those pretty tits first.”
There’s a darkness in Lo’s eyes as she positions herself on her knees between my legs, wrists still bound. Her full tits look amazing like this. My hands follow her arms, skimming her rib cage until I cup them. Lo trembles as I roll her nipples between my fingers.
Looking directly into my eyes, she licks the head of my cock. A little reminder of the power she’ll always wield over me.Pushing her breasts together, I slide between them. So soft, so luscious.
“Aidan…” Her voice is a greedy whine. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”
I need you.That’s what I wanted to hear. I pull away, reaching for the condoms in the nightstand and put one on as fast as humanly possible.
“How do you want me?” she asks.
All the ways. Every way. Forever. Instead of saying any of that, I untie her. As the ribbon falls away, I can see understanding in her eyes. It’s just a prop. Cielo eases down onto the bed and I climb over her.
“One more time, babe,” I coax. “Say it.”
“I need you.”
I can’t resist that. I finally push into her and we’re lost in each other.
The first raysof the morning sun slant through the window. I hike the duvet up my shoulder, wanting to sink back into the memory of Cielo, when I realize this bed is in her room. And although it was a personal fantasy come to life, last night wasn’t a dream.
After we were both spent, Lo told me to stay. So I did. I almost expect her to be gone when I crack one eye open, but she’s beside me in bed, laptop open.
“Nice…erm, rash,” I mumble. PowerPoint slides of what appear to be infectious diseases light up the screen. A rude contrast to her sweet-smelling shampoo.
“Good morning to you, too.”
A rust-colored University of Texas sweater hangs off her shoulder. She hands me a steaming Castle Teachan–branded mug.
Propping myself up on an elbow, I take a sip and begin to resurrect. “I think I’ve said this before, but you’re my dream girl.” My nose crinkles as she clicks on the trackpad to bring up a photo of something oozing. “I could do without seeing that first thing in the morning, though.”
Lo closes the laptop with an apologetic grimace and sets it on the nightstand. “Sorry. I have a research paper due soon.”
I set the mug down on my nightstand and throw an arm around her. I’ve missed our quiet morning talks deeply. They feel different than nighttime talks, somehow. Vulnerability feels different in the light of day. The intimacy is sober, intentional. “What do you have planned for today?”
“Afternoon with my mom and aunt while they’re in town. They wanted to check out Eyre Square.”
I think back to Gustavo’s heavy eyes when he said he wanted to spend time with Lo. “And your da?”
“We’re having dinner before he flies out. I think it’ll be easier to talk to him without my mom involved. Maybe.”
“It’s probably going to be awkward either way,” I agree. “But it’s a start.”
“I was thinking about what you said, that no one can pleasantly surprise me if I don’t give them a chance.” Lo gives a little shrug. “Well, you did. So maybe my dad will surprise me, too.”
Just being around him makes her feel defensive. Agreeing to spend time alone with her dad is a major step, but she won’t like it if I make a big deal out of it.
Cielo’s eyes drift across my face deliberately, like she’s committing it to memory. “When are you going back to London?”
“I’ll be in town a bit longer yet,” I say. The festival in New York isn’t for another week and a half, which at least gives me some time to develop the new material. And more time to spend with Lo.
“Have you ever thought of moving back to Galway?”
