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“No,” he responds, staring up to the sky. “I’d like to think when I took you to Central Park was our first date. Since you didn’t have to go with me.”
I stare at him for a beat until he turns to me. “As I recall, I don’t remember you giving me much of a choice then either, Mr. Top Gun.”
“I see nothing wrong with going after what you want.” He shrugs. “You should have seen your face.”
I pull myself up in my chair and look over at him. He’s watching the stars, hands behind his head, legs spread wide.
“I was mortified,” I snicker. I still can’t believe he did that.
He glances at me and the playful smile on his lips along with his relaxed body makes coming here worth it. I sit back and enjoy the clean night air. The sounds of crickets and frogs echo off the still lake surrounded by tall, lush trees. My eyes close. The serene environment relaxes me to the point of sleep. I hear Aiden’s chair creek. I open my eyes, and he’s standing over me.
“Let’s go, I’m starving,” he says.
“We just ate.”
The wicked gleam in his eyes tells me he’s not referring to food. “I told you, I starved myself for the past month and I’m making up for it this weekend.” My body tingles and my pulse quickens. His words are like a circuit to my body and he just hit the on button.
***
The air conditioner kicking on wakes me up. I roll over, looking at Aiden sound asleep. It must be morning because I can see slivers of light coming through the blinds. He’s lying on his back and his dark hair is messy and wild against his pillow. I’m not sure if that’s from sleeping or me. My fingers twitch to touch it again. His five o’clock shadow has turned into a sexy stubble. Dark hairs line his defined jaw. My mind takes me back to last night, how that scruff felt against my most sensitive area. Fan-fucking-tastic. I close my eyes and my breath vibrates as my body starts to hum.
I move off the bed as quietly as I can and go to the bathroom. My face is flushed when I look at my reflection in the mirror. I quickly go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. When I step back into the cold room, I spot Aiden’s FBI shirt. My mouth curls into a smile as I tiptoe over to it and slip it on. It drapes over my naked body. Mmm. It still smells like him. Aiden’s asleep when I crawl back on the bed. The movement jostles him, and he moves his arm behind his head but remains sleeping. I pull the sheet down so it uncovers his cock. I bite my lip, drinking in his sexy body. Thank God for morning erections.
I want him to feel as worshipped as he makes me feel every time he touches me. I straddle him, wrapping my fingers around his already hard cock and pump once. A low groan falls from his lips. When I look up, vibrant green eyes stare at me. I align him at my entrance and slide down until he’s sheathed from root to tip, moaning from the fullness of him inside me. I lift up from my knees and grind my hips back down. My body quivers from the sensitive nerve endings.
“Fuck, that feels good.” His voice is still raspy from sleep and the deep sound makes me move faster. His fingers move up my thighs, and he seizes my hips. He holds my hips higher as he pistons below me, spearing me with his cock. I lift the T-shirt I’m wearing and grab my heavy breasts, pinching my nipples. I cry out with pleasure. When he loosens a hand from my hip, I continue riding him. His shirt covers both of us so he reaches under and finds my swollen clit, circling it with his thumb.
“Yes,” I scream out. I’m almost there. The fire building inside of me is about to explode.
“Ride me hard, Addison,” he commands. The way his cock swells inside of me, I can tell he’s almost there, too. I slam down on him, grinding my hips back and forth as I do. We get there together and any coherent words disappear in the grunts and cries and deep groans. I fall on top of him, breathless. Our labored breaths are all we can hear over the air conditioner.
“Can I make that a mandatory wake-up call from now on?” he pants.
I put my chin on his chest, looking up at him. His face is red, and he’s sporting a sexy half-grin. He wags his eyebrows, and I laugh. I take another deep inhale and exhale and kiss his chest before pushing myself up.
“I’ve decided you can’t have my shirt,” he says unapologetically. I huff, looking down at him. “I thought it was my favorite shirt before, but now it’s my fucking favorite shirt. Whenever I wear it, I’ll think of you riding my cock.” He shakes his head and sits up. “Sorry,” he murmurs against my lips. I guess I’ll just have to steal it.
After breakfast, Aiden leads me back to the dock we sat on last night. I couldn’t see the magnificent view in the darkness, but in daylight I can see why Aiden wanted to bring me here. The tranquility fills my body, pushing out all my anxiety and worries.
He tells me to stay on the dock. I watch him walk up to a little shack and talk to a guy. When he comes back, he’s carrying a couple oars. He flips his hat backwards and then bends down to pick up a canoe lying in a row of others. When he wears a hat, he looks younger. It takes the edge out of his FBI-agent persona. Now I know why he wanted me to wear my bathing suit.
We carry the canoe to the dock, and Aiden tells me to get in. The little boat sways with my steps, and I sink down into it, holding onto the sides. Shit. It feels like it’s going to tip. Aiden chuckles so I flip him off. “Just make sure to sit in the middle,” he says, watching me scoot from seat to seat. In the middle.
When he steps into it, I try and steady the damn thing. “Do you know what you’re doing,” I say, panicking a little.
“You know how to swim, right?” he says, grinning.
“You dump me over, I’m going to kill you.” I narrow my eyes at him. His laugh echoes all around us. He sticks the oars in the water and starts rowing. We’re facing each other and since he seems to know what he’s doing, I sit back and relax. His arms flex each time he rows, and I can’t seem to stop staring at them. Aiden clears his throat. My eyes find his, filled with amusement. I shrug, not caring that I was caught. You’d have to be blind not to appreciate his gorgeous arms.
He stops rowing and I look around. We’re in the middle of the lake, not another boat in sight. It’s just us. “It’s gorgeous out here,” I say. Aiden takes off his hat for a second while he slips his shirt off and leans back, putting his hands behind his head.
“Mmm-hmm.” He takes a few deep inhales, pulls his hat down low, and closes his eyes. The heat of the sun shines on his tanned chest. I twist my lips, watching his chest move up and down. Is he asleep? I look around, wondering what to do. I think about grabbing the oars, but I’m afraid to move.
“Aiden,” I say. He doesn’t move. I sigh. I can’t believe he brought me in the middle of lake and then fell asleep. Maybe a little water will wake him up? I slowly lean over, trying to reach the water but the boat leans, too. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath, sitting back up.
I look at Aiden and the boyish grin on his face pisses me off. I kick him with my foot. “What do you think is so funny? Stop pretending to be asleep.” His grin widens. He rights his hat and leans forward, crawling over the seat that separates us. The canoe starts to rock, and I grab the sides again. “Okay, stop moving. Go back to sleep,” I quip. A wicked gleam flickers in his eyes as he continues to slink toward me.
“What’s wrong? You usually like to rock the boat.” His eyebrow shoots up.
