Page 62 of His to Cherish
Chapter 13
The taste of mint licking across my lips woke me up in the morning.
A mewl of surprise escaped me as I registered the wall of heat close to me and covering my chest.
Opening my eyes, I was startled to find Aidan lying next to me, his mouth hovering just above mine.
In a second, I took in his wet hair, the slightly damp feel of his hot skin over mine, and the way he was completely caging me in—on his bed.
My eyes widened and I swallowed thickly.
A quick twitch of his lips appeared and vanished.
“Good morning,” he said, and pulled back slightly.
My hand wrapped around his wrist, preventing further movement.
That one small touch of my skin on his, holding him against me, sent a reaction straight through me. Based on the way his pupils widened, I think he felt the same thing. I swallowed again, trying to find my voice and the will to leave. Somehow, like his anger from last night, that had also skipped town.
“How are you?” I asked, my voice just a whisper.
“Shit.” He frowned. “I suspect I’ll feel like shit for a long time.”
I longed to reach out, smooth the tension from the deep line between his sad eyes, but I tightened my hold on his wrist instead.
“I meant your hangover,” I lied, forcing a small smile. I didn’t want to deal with anything heavy this morning; we’d had enough of it last night—unless that heaviness came in the form of Aidan’s body pressing against mine. Or moving over me.
He shifted his weight, settling one thigh between mine, and pressed against me.
I inhaled quickly and my body warmed in a completely pleasurable way.
“Don’t have one,” he said, and leaned closer. “Never get them, although I suspect the coffee and pain meds you gave me last night helped. I also saw you cleaned my house.”
I barely heard him. My brain went foggy as Aidan began trailing his lips down the side of my face, breathing lightly against the column of my throat.
My fingers dug into his skin.
“I didn’t want you to wake up and have to deal with it.”
“Thank you,” he murmured, dragging his lips across my collarbone. His thigh pushed against my inner thighs, separating them, and I moaned. “You didn’t have to. I would have done it today, or soon. I hate that you saw me like that.”
Oh God. His lips and the pressure at the apex of my thighs felt divine. I tried to resist the urge to press into him while he grazed my skin.
“Aidan,” I said. “What’s going on?”
A small chuckle vibrated against the center of my throat and he pulled back, eyes inches from mine. Our noses brushed as he grinned. “If you have to ask, I must be doing a shitty job of trying to seduce you.”
My entire body shivered.
I lifted my hand from his wrist and lightly scraped my palm against his unshaven cheek, pushed my fingers through his quickly drying hair.
My breath stuttered in my chest, catching in my throat.
“Why?” I asked, and watched him frown. “Why now?”
He licked his lips, his tongue almost touching my lips as he did so, and I gasped.
“Because I woke up with you in my bed, wearing my shirt, and as much as I’ve been trying to get that image out of my head for the last hour, I can’t.” He dropped his head, resting his forehead against my shoulder. My fingers continued playing in his hair until he raised his head—
