Page 71 of Welcome Home, Katie Gallagher
He braced himself on his forearms, trying not to crush me, then swooped down and took my mouth, one hand at my breast, his hips shifting, poised at the entrance. He leaned back and looked down at me, eyes dark and heavy lidded, before he slowly surged forward. My head fell back as my body struggled to accept him. It had been a while since I’d had sex, and I was coming to realize that Justin wasn’t any better of a lover than he was a husband. When Aiden slid out and slammed home, all thoughts of Justin’s deficiencies were forgotten, along with Justin.
My whole body felt like an exposed nerve, vibrating with too much pleasure. Once I found my release, Aiden followed me over. I lay trembling in his arms, never wanting to let go. Aiden shifted us so his legs came up behind mine, his arm around my waist, my bottom nestled against his groin. I felt him kiss the back of my neck. “Sleep, sweet Kate, in your violet bower. I will attend you.” I had little time to wonder over his words before I was out.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Aiden
I'd reached for her again and again throughout the night, overwhelmed every time that she was there, reaching back for me. I knew it was wrong, that I’d jumped into bed without a safety line. She hadn’t agreed to my friends-with-benefits idea. She’d looked appalled at the suggestion on the dance floor. But it felt too good to regret anything now.
Snuggled up against me, her perfect ass warmed my cock, I wrapped my arm around her, my thumb lazily circling a nipple as I kissed her shoulder. She moaned sleepily and I slid my hand down her stomach and between her legs. I knew she had finally woken up when she began to respond.
She let out a deep throaty breath that almost did me in. “Don’t you ever rest?”
I lifted her leg and placed it on top of my own, repositioning her. “You go ahead and take a nap. I’ll do all the work,” I said as I slid in.
Her giggle was cut short on a groan. She reached back, her small hand grabbing my ass, pulling me more firmly against her. I slid one arm under her so I could play with a nipple while my other hand slipped between her legs. Her breath was coming faster. I could feel her tighten around me before she exploded, taking me with her.
When I woke again, the room was light and the other side of the bed was empty. Where did she go? Her bathroom door was open and the light was off. I slid out of bed, picked up the clothes I’d strewn around her room and dressed before continuing my search downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, I heard soft, happy singing coming from the kitchen. I followed the sound, stopping and leaning against the doorway, watching Katie sing and dance her way across the kitchen. Hot damn. She was making us pancakes.
“Smells great.”
At my words, she jumped, spinning around, a ladle clutched to her chest.
I walked in slowly. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.” I leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. Her cheeks pinked, making me want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back up to that purple room. I needed food, though, so I tabled that idea for later in favor of pancakes. “Those smell good. Pumpkin?”
“Pumpkin and chocolate chip.” She smiled shyly, turning back around to the stove.
I intended to sit down and wait, happily watch her cook, but that shyness needed to be dealt with. I stepped up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, kissing her neck. “You’re my new favorite way to wake up.”
She tilted her head, giving me room to play. She was wearing a robe, and now that I had my hands on her, I could feel nothing underneath the robe. I’d need to take advantage of that. After breakfast, because those pancakes smelled great.
She pushed her butt back, trying to get me to stop crowding her so she could cook. It didn’t have the desired effect. I’d intended to retreat, but then her soft, unrestrained ass was brushing against my crotch and I was rethinking waiting.
“Sit, sit, sit. I’m cooking over here!” She swung an elbow, so I stepped back.
I poured a cup of coffee and sat down. Watching her too closely gave me ideas, so I looked out the back window instead. “Should we be concerned that Pops is walking this way?”
“What?” She squeaked, glancing down at herself and around the kitchen. She looked like she was getting ready to hide in the pantry closet.
I laughed as she went on tiptoe to look out the window. Panic turning to confusion. Confusion slowly turning to outrage. I laughed harder.
“That’s not funny!” She stomped back to the stove, grumbling, “Damn man.” She flipped pancakes and then pointed to her pantry. “The cereal is in there. Go make yourself a bowl. No pancakes for you!”
I moved quietly across the room. I felt her jump when my arms slid around her again. I leaned forward and kissed her neck, nibbling up to her ear. My hands skated over her ribcage until each held an unrestrained breast. “I’m very sorry.” I sucked her earlobe while pinching her nipples. I felt her jolt again. “Am I forgiven?”
She groaned, leaning into me. “What?”
I grinned against her neck, sliding a hand inside her robe. “Can I have some pancakes?”
“Hmm?” It took her a second before she stood straight and shook me off. “Damn it! Stop that. I’m cooking over here, and you just made me burn this batch.” She used her spatula to pick up all three pancakes and drop them into the trash. “Those were yours.”
I sat back down. “You have an evil streak.”
She brought a plate to me a moment later. “Fine. You can eat.”
“So gracious.” I reached for the syrup, drizzling where I would normally drown, not wanting to cover up the taste of her food. She joined me a moment later with her own plate of pancakes. I slid the syrup bottle across the table to her. She stared at the bottle for a moment before giving a slight shake of her head and picking it up.
