Page 128 of His to Cherish
We were probably only twenty feet high. It felt like miles.
The sour taste of an already eaten hot dog began to claw its way up my throat.
“Oh my God.”
“Chelsea.” His breath brushed against my ear. I couldn’t stop staring over the ledge.
Which was stupid.
Never look down. Never, ever, ever. I knew this, but I couldn’t move—until Aidan began whispering in my ear.
“When we get back to the hotel, I’m going to make you come until you’re screaming my name. I’m going to twist you into so many different positions and make you feel so good you’re going to be feeling me for the next week.”
I gulped and felt my blood start pumping again. This time it went to my lower stomach.
A soft chuckle escaped my tightened lips and I was finally able to look at him.
All I saw were darkened eyes and a salacious, delicious grin.
“Did that help?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, avoiding the people across from us. If they had heard him, I didn’t want to know. “It did.”
“Good. Now keep looking at me.”
I nodded, still thinking about all the things he wanted to do to me. How many more positions could we try? We’d already done all the ones I knew about, plus a half dozen more.
Aidan was wild in bed. Hard and fast and slow and tender, and in the last few weeks I’d experienced all the sides of him. If there were other ways he knew how to rock my world, I couldn’t wait.
“I’d love to know what you’re thinking right now,” he said, his eyes on mine.
Heat bloomed on my cheeks and neck.
“I’ll tell you later.”
He laughed and pulled me forward, his palms cupping my cheeks as he pressed his lips to mine. This was one of the things I loved about him. When he wanted to touch me or kiss me, he did it. He never seemed to care if there were other people watching or what anyone thought of him, he just followed his heart.
When he pulled back, I slid my eyes to the couple across from us, who were pretending not to pay attention to the sexual foreplay they’d just witnessed.
“Don’t mind us,” the woman said, dismissing us with a wave of her hand. “We’ve been married thirty years, but I still remember those early days of being in love. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, either.”
My jaw dropped and Aidan’s hands fell from my cheeks, leaving me cooled until I turned to him and saw such a loving, heated expression in his eyes that I knew he wasn’t embarrassed at all by what the woman had said.
“Yes,” I said, and gave her a wink. I reached over and squeezed Aidan’s hand, bringing it to my lips and brushing my mouth over the back of it. “New loveisexciting.”
I might not have been so brave if I hadn’t heard him whisper the words in my ear last night, but that admission, coupled with his promise weeks ago, made me confident.
It wasn’t until Aidan pulled his hand out of mine and pointed to the Chicago skyline in front of us that I realized we were at the very top of the Ferris wheel.
My jaw dropped in amazement as I scanned the skyline to the lake. I twisted my body around carefully inside the car to avoid rocking it as much as possible, but in that moment, I wasn’t afraid of being so high up in the air.
I inhaled the beauty of the city surrounding me. I could imagine what Derrick used to feel as a small kid and young teenager when he would see the same thing.
I turned to Aidan, tears in my eyes, and whispered, “I bet Derrick loved this.”
I watched him swallow slowly, knowing he was thinking of those memories, those times when he used to be with his son and watch his eyes fill with joyful wonder.
“Yeah, this was his favorite thing.” His voice was full of emotion and his eyes went sad, the outer edges of his eyes tipping down like they usually did when he thought about Derrick.
