Page 51 of His to Cherish
Chapter 11
After reaching over to silence the beeping next to the bed, I immediately tucked back into the warm wall of Aidan’s frame behind me.
My body pulsed with warmth and need as I shifted against him, feeling his erection pressed against me.
I needed to get out of there. Last night, a wall between us had been dropped, but with the way he was holding me, tightly against him, I could feel all of him, and it felt so good.
“Um,” I whispered. “Aidan.”
His thigh shifted and he pushed against me—intentionally.
“Quiet.”
My mind swirled in early morning fog and lust. “We need to get up.”
His hips jerked. His erection pressed against my back at the same time his arms pulled me closer. Not that it was possible, I was already plastered to him. “I already am.”
Oh my. A laugh escaped my lips. He was joking. About that? My mind dipped straight into the gutter. The pressure of his thigh grinding and pressing against my groin, his coarse leg hair scratching the sensitive skin between my thighs sent sparks of pleasure to my sex.
“Aidan,” I warned, once again trying to move away. “I need to get ready for work.”
“Not today,” he grumbled. His head dipped and shifted until his lips were on my skin.
I froze as he began tasting me. Tiny flicks of his tongue that felt like flames heating my skin. Everywhere he kissed began to burn and I pressed against him, relishing the hardness of everything that was Aidan.
Still, I didn’t want to move too fast, not so soon after last night’s revelations. We could take our time. Be on sure footing before moving forward.
But man, did I want it.
“Aidan,” I warned again, my voice losing its seriousness. My hands moved to his in order to separate us. He didn’t let me. Instead he wrapped my hands in his. They practically disappeared under his palms. “Time for work.”
“Not today,” he said again. This time with a tone. A tone that didn’t bode well for his attitude and one I had recognized last night when he came over. He didn’t want to talk. “Stay with me, and let’s pretend today doesn’t exist.”
I frowned. “We can’t.”
“I sure as fuck can.”
With that angrily growled response, he let me go, turned, rolled off the bed, and was out the door to my bedroom before I could sit up.
The slamming of the bathroom door made me jump and I scrambled out of the bed, following him.
What the heck?
I grabbed my robe and was in the kitchen when he came out in the same clothes he’d worn over the night before, minus the bag.
I learned it only had a toothbrush in it and some other essentials, but it didn’t contain clothes.
I glanced at him, my mouth opening to ask him if he was okay, when he raised a hand and silenced me.
“Later,” he snapped in an unusually gruff tone.
Whether he was saying see you later, or we’d talk about it later, I had no clue. I also had no time to even ask him before the front door was slamming closed behind him. I was at the door, opening it, when I heard the growl of his truck’s engine and then the squeal of his tires as he pulled out of my driveway.
“What the hell just happened?”
I muttered it to myself on the way back to the bedroom, wondering if I’d somehow offended him. But that couldn’t be right. We’d gone to bed, at peace, deciding to move forward.
I tried to shake it off while I was in the shower, but it was impossible.
