Page 92 of Lust & Lies
“You feel that, Savage? You’re still twitching for me. Even after you’ve given me everything, your cock is still trying to please me. That’s how much you belong to me.”
All he could do was moan as his body quaked, aftershocks leaving him wrecked. I loved knowing I could make him come undone with nothing but my hands, my kisses, and my words. With one last rub that made him jerk, I released his cock.
Lowering my hand from his abs, I took a step back. Before I could take another, Aiden spun around so fast that he was almost like a blur. I blinked, and then his mouth was on me, crashing against mine in a kiss that damn near stole my breath.
His tongue swept past my lips, deep and claiming, leaving me melting against his wet chest. My knees almost gave out, and I would’ve gone sliding if his arms hadn’t wrapped around me, holding me close as he deepened the kiss.
Eyes closed, I allowed myself to be carried away like the steam rising around us. Our tongues danced together, his arms wrapping tighter around me as if he couldn’t get me close enough to him. Each swipe of his tongue demanded more of me, and I gave it willingly.
The kiss left me shaken, clinging to him as if my life depended on the air in his lungs, not mine. When he finally broke the kiss, his lips hovered over mine, his eyes locked on me with an intensity that rooted me in place.
And all I could think was,this is what love looks like. This is what it feels like. This is what it tastes like. For me, Aiden Park was love made flesh. And I hoped I was the same for him. If I wasn’t, I would strive to be. This man deserved the best version of me. And I planned to give him that.
“I love you,” he whispered, voice hoarse from both pleasure and emotion.
Those three words, the way he said them, paired with the look in his eyes, damn near undid me. It wasn’t just a confession. It was a vow, a promise, a claim. My throat closed up, but I forced the words out anyway.
“I love you, too. More than you can imagine,” I whispered, voice trembling as my heart and my mind tried to process the emotional memories threatening to overwhelm me.
I’d always loved this man. He’d been in my heart for so long that no amount of memory loss could diminish the feelings I had for him. He pulled me into another tight hug, wrapping me so securely I felt caged in the best possible way.
His chest was still heaving, his heart pounding hard against mine, his body hot and damp from both the shower and the release I’d just pulled out of him. I hugged him back, holding on just as tightly, not having expected my teasing to shake him up this much.
We stayed that way for a long time. No words. No teasing. No kissing. No rubbing. Just the sound of his breathing slowly returning to normal as the water washed over my back. Aiden pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his lips lingering there for a second before he spoke.
“The water is cooling off. We should get out. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”
I hummed against his chest, unwilling to let go. “Yeah. We should get out and dry off,” I drawled, not moving.
“I need to rinse off again,” he told me, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. “Somebody made me cum all over myself.”
“You loved it.”
“I did. I love everything you do to me, beautiful.”
This man!
“Let’s see if we can get this water to heat up just a little more,” he said, reaching past me to crank the faucet hotter.
The water went from cool to lukewarm. That would have to suffice. I stepped to the side to let him do his thing. He ducked under the spray, rinsing himself clean while I squeezed body wash onto my hands, then put them under the water to wash my fingers.
I looked up to find him watching me, gaze heated. I already knew what was on his mind. But we were done playing around for the day. We had other things to do.
“Get your mind out of the gutter,” I told him as I washed my hands.
“How do you know it’s in the gutter?”
“That look in your eyes says you want to return the favor. But don’t think of it as a favor. I just wanted to please you, Aiden. The pleasure doesn’t always have to be reciprocated.”
“You can’t say stuff like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself, woman.”
I chuckled. “We have other things to do. I want to go outside and explore the garden.”
“Tonight then,” he insisted. “Tonight, I get to put my hands all over you.”
“Tonight,” I agreed.
Once the suds and evidence of our little shower detour had been washed away, we finally stepped out together. Steam followed us out as we reached for towels. I tugged my shower cap off and placed it on the counter as he swiped his hand across the mirror to get rid of the fog.
