Page 58 of Stained Hearts
“I know you’re watching me.” And then he woke up and that innocence vanished.
“Morning.”
He reached up and rubbed his eyes. “Hey. What time is it?”
“Almost nine.”
“I can’t remember ever sleeping so late until I met you.” He grinned. “Not that I’m complaining, you understand.” He stretched, and the covers slipped down his chest, coming to rest just above his pubic hair. It was a tantalizing picture. He must have realized I was looking, because he ran a hand down his stomach. “Like what you see?”
“Yup.” I crawled across the bed. “Very much.”
When I pulled him up into my arms, he squawked. “What are you doing?”
I might not be ready to say the words, but I could show Aiden how I felt. “We’re going to shower.”
His eyebrows went up. “Oh?”
“Yup.” I leered at him. “Today we’re going to be doing a few new things.”
“Oh!” He locked his arm around my neck. “What’s taking you so long? Let’s go!”
His enthusiasm was infectious. We rushed to the bathroom and got in the shower. No leisurely spray for us today. Instead, I grabbed the washcloth and bodywash, then scrubbed his body, making sure to hit every nook and cranny. For what I wanted to do to him, we needed to ensure he was a very clean young man.
As I washed him, he pulled the shampoo down and scrubbed my hair. His touch was gentle, sensual, and when coupled with his breathy pants, a total turn-on.
“You nervous?”
Hell yes. “Some. How about you?”
“Not in the least.” His higher-than-normal pitch, coupled with the fact that he wasn’t taking his hands off me, belied that statement. “Okay, a little.”
“We don’t have to, you know. There’s plenty of things we can do without—”
“If you say things we can do without sex, I will kill you in your sleep.”
I chortled. “Why in my sleep?”
Aiden smacked my head gently. “Because you can’t run away. Duh.” He pulled me up. “Let’s go get dirty again.”
After turning off the water, I dried him with slow, deliberate swipes over his skin, paying special attention to his cock and balls. He was hard, and a drop of precome beaded at the tip. I leaned down and swiped my tongue over it.
“So good. Must be all those sweets.”
“Please…. Don’t do that again.”
I leaned back. “Are you okay?”
His eyes were squeezed shut, and his fists were flexing.
“Aiden?”
“I almost came when you licked me! God, I’ve been looking forward to this for years, but not one person I ever thought about was as real as you. You’re like all that and a bag of chocolate chips.”
Because of course he had to work chocolate in there.
I grinned. “I feel the same about you.”
I stood over him, then lifted him up, cradling him to me. God, this was something I would never tire of. Having his warmth in my arms, his fingers dancing over my shoulder, his face buried in my neck.
