Page 75 of His to Cherish
My hands dropped to his chest and I rubbed them over his pecs and his hair, loving the manly feel of him.
“Chelsea,” he groaned, and stared directly at me. “Fuck me.”
My hips shifted and I began to slowly rock back and forth, putting much-needed pressure against my clit. I alternated between rocking and lifting before dropping back down on him.
I was driving myself crazy, my hair flying everywhere as I rocked against him with frantic movements.
“Yes,” he growled, pulling me down on him. “Just like that. Hell.”
Quickly, my orgasm began to climb and I reached for it, knowing that as my body was burning like a wildfire, I was going to explode any second and it was going to be incredible.
I pressed against his chest, rising and dropping. Aidan’s face contorted in pain and pleasure, and I loved that he was holding back long enough to give this to me.
“Aidan,” I whimpered, and he pulled me down toward him, one hand on my hip, the other holding the back of my head. His lips covered mine, and between the shift in friction against my clit and the way he tasted and devoured me with his tongue, I erupted in pleasurable trembles.
I came hard and fast and Aidan was right there with me. His chest stiffened, his hips thrust upward powerfully, and he groaned into my mouth.
We swallowed each other’s cries as our orgasms continued to take us over the edge of ecstasy.
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My house was silent when I woke up. Too silent.
There weren’t any quiet snores from Aidan next to me and I knew that he had already left.
I prepared myself with a slow breath before I rolled over and opened my eyes to find my suspicions were true.
He wasn’t next to me. He had already left—without telling me.
I flipped to my back and threw my arm over my eyes trying to block out the early morning sunlight along with the memories of last night.
“Crap.”
I thought I had dealt with my insecurities after Cory left. It was easy to chalk him up to being a cheating bastard, and brush off the fact that there was something in our relationship that I lacked.
Yet as I’d opened my heart to Aidan, those fears slithered in through a splinter in my defenses and grew larger every day.
I wanted to be enough for someone, and was terrified I wouldn’t be.
I’d never beenough.Not enough of a woman, not someone who could give a man a child. A boy to carry on their name.
Not that Aidan would want that anyway, but finding out I couldn’t have children had broken something inside me.
It made me feel like half a woman.
And I wondered, as I crawled out of bed and got into the shower, my attitude morose as I dwelled on what I could never be—what I could never have—how long would it take for Aidan to realize the same thing?
I moved sluggishly through my bedroom, getting dressed for work, when a quick peek at the clock told me I was running late. There was no way I’d have time to stop at Kate’s Kakes for my typical hit-and-run breakfast on the way to school.
Which was fantastic.
I shook my head and went to grab my purse in the kitchen. When I got there I stopped and blinked twice as I saw what was on the counter.
Next to my purse was a familiar pink paper bag.
I could smell coffee wafting from my coffeepot, but there was a better scent coming from the paper bag.
I knew that beautiful aroma from a mile away.
