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He finds what he’s looking for and waves it around in the air. A deck of cards?
“Well, I hope you’re not wanting to play strip poker, because you’re a little too late,” I tease, looking down at my naked body.
He pushes back to a seated position and pulls me up so I’m straddling him. I wrap my legs around him and sit back enough to steady myself.
He stares at me, like he’s contemplating what to say. “I know your body, probably better than my own,” he says seriously. My eyebrow lifts. “Every erogenous zone you have. I know exactly where it is and exactly how to touch it to make your body ignite.”
“Is that right?” I say, looking at him with a dare. He throws the deck of cards down, obviously taking my dare.
“Mmm-hmm,” he hums as he runs his fingers up my leg. When he gets to my knee, his fingers brush behind my knee. The slight touch sends a current straight up to my sex, and I shudder.
“Okay, you got lucky,” I say as my voice hitches.
“Sweetheart, it’s not luck,” he rasps, looking up from where his hand now travels up my thigh. It stops right on the inside of my thigh. With soft strokes of his thumb, he starts to move higher, my mind and body buzzing with the imminent destination of his thumb. I watch each stroke, my pulse quickening. Until it stops. When his hand retreats, still circling his thumb but now moving away from my building ache, I glare up at him.
He flashes a devilish grin. He continues his tantalizing, torturous exploration of my body. Proving time and time again that he does know my body. He owns my body.
It’s his to take.
It’s not until he finds the spot above my pelvic bone that I concede. He lays me down. The burning ache deep in my belly is so intense that I wonder if I’ll ever be sated. I look at my body, his fingers tormenting that erogenous zone, but it’s his hardened cock that gets my attention.
“Aiden,” I breathe out in desperation. My hips move, trying to rub his head against my throbbing clit. He looks at me with dark and pleading eyes. I moan out and slam my eyes shut when he grabs his cock and presses it against me. My back arches off the bed as I grab hold of the sheets around me.
“Nobody knows your body like I do, Addison,” he growls.
“Only you, Aiden.”
His restraint breaks as he slams into me. He exhales sharply and groans. I scream out as he fills me, stretches me. His hands grab my hips, pulling me into him, as he thrusts wildly.
Getting on his knees, he spreads me open wider, holding my feet out. Noises of grunts and our bodies slapping together fill the room as our orgasms rip though both of us. Our bodies dance to the erotic ride. A ride I don’t want to ever get off.
A half hour later, Aiden has the cards back in his hand. This time, he’s got a pair of shorts on. And I have a T-shirt on, one I didn’t put on myself. I bite my lip and lift my brow, watching him when he sits across from me on the bed.
“I can’t do what I want to do when you’re distracting me with your naked body.”
I exhale, looking at his sculpted chest and abs. He is so gorgeous. And he thinks I’m distracting.
“Do I need to put a shirt on?” he jokes.
“Yes.” There is no humor in my voice. My body is tingling already.
He flops back onto the bed, with a shirt on, and takes out the deck of cards and shuffles them. “As I was saying, I already know your body …” He pauses and tilts his head. My body is screaming for me to contradict it, hoping he’ll prove it again. He laughs, shaking his head, knowing what I’m thinking. “Woman, I will show you repeatedly what I can do, but later,” he rasps. I will definitely make sure he follows through with that promise.
He pulls me in his lap so I’m straddling him again. Doesn’t he know how this ended last time?
“I know your heart,” he says, leaning his head down, pressing his ear against my chest.
“You know it because it’s yours,” I whisper, running my hands through his hair.
“But,” he says, gazing into my eyes, “I feel there is so much more to know about you in here.” His forehead touches mine as he cups his hand around my head and his thumb rubs my temple.
I understand what he’s saying. There have been many times that I hear something about Aiden that I think, I didn’t know that. I should know that.
I nod in agreement. “So I thought we’d play poker. Winner gets to ask a question.” I smile wide. We’ve played this game before. “This time,” he says, interrupting my memory, “we only tell truths.”
“Truths,” I say, agreeing.
It’s the simplest of questions, but it’s what make us, us. It’s the building blocks of our foundation. The reason we tick the way we do. The questions are limitless. Childhood dreams to future fantasies. The latter ends with us and lots of kids. Well, the lots of kids, was his truth. My truth was two of them. We’ll have to work on that.
