Aiden is lying stiff as a board in the bed beside me. Like he’s afraid he’ll brush up against me and catch a fatal disease. Or that he’s afraid of hurting me. I sigh and toss the bag of peas, now no longer frozen, on the nightstand. Parts of me are cold like my hands and feet while others are boiling over. My pussy is super excited to have her top candidate for the job in such close proximity. Seems to me the best solution for everyone is what I do next. I’m acting on instinct and impulse, and I’m not sorry.
I reach over and slide my hands under Aiden’s t-shirt and flatten my palms against his abs. He jumps with a muttered, “Fuck, Rose!” and I giggle as I feel his perfectly toned muscles contract under my freezing fingers.
“Let me guess, your feet are cold too?” He asked with a resigned tone. I nod, but then remember he can’t see me in the dark. “Yeah, but I didn’t want to overstep.” I’m teasing because I know he’s not going to let me suffer.
He snorts, “Yeah, right. Okay, give them to me, princess. At least this time I’m braced for it.”
“Really? You don’t mind?”
“Not under the circumstances, but don’t expect to make a habit of it.”
My heart skips a beat at even the idea that I would ever be in the situation where such a habit could be formed. Like maybe this won’t be the one and only time Aiden and I are in the same bed. My pussy clenches in excitement even though I should really tell her not to get her hopes up.
I slowly bring my feet over to where I think his calves must be. He reaches a hand down and positions them where he wants them against his legs. His skin is so warm. My toes curl in delight.
“Aiden?”
“Hmmm?”
“Why are you single?”
“Rose.” The warning note in his voice is designed to warn me off, but I forge ahead anyway.
“I’m not asking with designs on your virtue. I just don’t get it. You’re good looking, you can cook, you’re a decent guy so you must be single because you want to be. So why?”
“Why does that sound like an insult?”
“It’s not. Basic curiosity. From the woman who’s currently feeling you up.” I grin into the dark.
“I’m single because I don’t have the time or interest required for a long-term relationship.”
“Like how my heroes start out,” I say with satisfaction and a dreamy sigh.
“Not even close. Before I found the things that pointed specifically to you, I knew the Darla wasn’t someone that knew me well.”
“How?” Now I’m wondering what I missed.
His voice goes gravelly when he finally answers, “Because, Rose, when I fuck a woman, she always cums before I do. Every single time. Usually two or three times. Now go to sleep.”
I gulp, jealous beyond belief of any woman lucky enough to have his full attention in that way. I might be in his bed right now, but he’s not worrying about my orgasms. Not by a long shot. He’s tolerating my presence here right now and we all know it.
I’m still imagining what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his lovemaking. Not to mention trying to picture what three back-to-back orgasms would feel like (as he probably intended by mentioning it in the first place) when I finally fall asleep.
* * *
“Rose, wake up, baby.”
Something is shaking my shoulder and as I groggily wake up to Aiden’s voice, the nightmare recedes back where it came from.
“Shhh, sweetness. You’re safe. Nobody’s going to hurt you again.”
He’s holding me against his chest, his large palm smoothing the skin of my back underneath his t-shirt I’m still wearing. I groan as I shift onto my sore shoulder.
“Fuck. Hold on, Rosebud.”
Aiden shifts us until he’s on his back and I’m draped over his chest. It’s an extremely interesting position, and I wish I were more awake to enjoy it.
“Better?”
“Mphh,” I say into his pec.
His hands are still soothing me and I probably would have drifted off again if I hadn’t noticed something hard pushing against my thigh. I still, afraid I’m misinterpreting something, but I definitely don’t want to draw his attention to it. He’ll be hightailing it out of the country before I can even make it to my car to chase after him if I do.
So I force my muscles to relax against him while I take this all in. Aiden’s cock, at least, finds me attractive. Who knew? Is this why he’s been so grumpy? Okay, I’m sure that’s not the only reason. He smells divine. I don’t know if it was all the wood chopping he was doing yesterday, but he smells like pine. Not the artificial kind, but the delicate scent of the forest.
“You smell good,” I mumble into his chest and feel it move under me as he chuckles.
It dies when I press a soft kiss to his skin. “Thanks for taking care of me, Aiden. I know you don’t want to, not really.”
“That’s not true, Rosebud. I do. But it wouldn’t be good for you and that’s more important.”
That makes no sense, and my brain doesn’t want to figure it out. So I instinctively wiggle down until Aiden’s cock is slotted against the seam of my pussy. Despite the two layers of clothing between us, it feels right with my legs spread over his. I relax against him and despite one audible groan; he palms my ass to hold me there.