Page 79 of Check You Out

“How did you—”

“You mentioned it, and I took note of it,” he answers before I can finish. “I have a whole list of things that you like. Remember, I’ve been keeping track to increase our friendship points.”

I chuckle. “To get enough hearts with me, right?” My mouth curls upward, and I unwrap the bagel sandwich. “What else is on that list?”

He shifts and pulls out his phone, but not before taking a sip from his latte. His throat bobs as he swallows and heat pools in my lower belly. He runs his tongue across his lips and lust thickens my blood as I yearn for that mouth on me.

“We’ve already gone over your favorite teas,” Aidan reads from his phone. “You’ve got a little wrinkle in between your eyebrows when you’re concentrating.” Color fills his face. “You love chocolate, especially when it’s in pancakes. You’re one of those intelligent people who believe that breakfast for dinner is a great idea. You know every single Kacey Musgraves song and sing them whenever you’re working. You’re devoted to your community, and your community is devoted to you. I haven’t figured out which book is your favorite, or even what genre, since you read so much.” He nods to the book beside my bed, Can’t Spell Treason Without Tea by Rebecca Thorne.

A blush colors his face before continuing, “I learned a few more things last night, but I’m not sure I should put those on my list.”

“Oh?” I set aside my latte and bagel, scooting closer to him.. “Like what?”

“I-uh-I well, um, how you look, well, when you…” He swallows hard. “You know, come.”

“Anything else?” I ask in a low voice, leaning forward, adjusting the neck of my T-shirt so my shoulder peeks out. “You could always just show me what else you’ve discovered. You don’t have to tell me.”

His gaze lingers on my hair spilling over my shoulders in loose waves. Aidan swallows again, but not because he drank some of his latte. “Talking hard,” he finally grinds outs. “Very hard.”

I let out a low, breathy chuckle. “Is talking the only thing that’s hard right now?”

He shakes his head. “No. There’s something else.” He shifts his seat closer to me. “Less talking, more kissing,” he murmurs before claiming my mouth with his. His kisses start off soft, gentle, yearning, before evolving into something deeper, stronger, that has me panting for air.

Aidan’s arms encircle me, pulling our bodies closer so they press together. His fingers find the hem of my shirt, and he glides it over my head, tossing it on the floor next to a pile of socks. I shiver in the chilly morning air, and his hand finds my breast, running a finger over my peaked nipple.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs while trailing a line of kisses from my cheek to my collarbone. With his free hand, he grasps a fistful my hair and brings it to his lips. “Have I told you how much I love your hair? It’s so beautiful.” He twirls a lock in his fingers and his gaze darkens. “The color—it’s so rich, so-so-so shiny.”

A chuckle rumbles through me. “Thank you. Your hair is beautiful too.”

He smiles bashfully. “It’s always a mess.”

I run my hand along his scalp, rumpling his already tousled hair. “I like it messy.” I pull him close to me, bringing his mouth to mine. But before I can deepen the kiss, he’s pulling away from me, retracing the line of kisses he planted earlier, except he doesn’t stop at my shoulder. He makes his way down my chest and gently pushes me back onto a nest of pillows.

A gasp escapes me when he makes his way to my breast. His tongue swirls and flicks against my nipple. My eyes close, and I arch into his chest.

“Open your eyes, Charlotte,” he says in a gravelly voice, and I open my eyes wide. One of his hands runs along my hip, running in slow circles over the delicate skin, the other, he shifts underneath my ass and lifts my hips closer to him. He relinquishes his hold on my nipple, and the air chills the wet skin. His mouth blazes a trail farther down my belly, and my body is on fire in the places where he kisses me. Instinctively, my eyelids close.

“What did I just say?” he asks, his voice gently growing insistent. “Open your eyes. I want you looking at me when you come.”

Aidan licks me then. One long, searing, punishing stroke up my opening and across my clit. I shudder beneath him, squirming to get more. He leaves the tip of tongue resting on me and bringing his hands to either side of my hips, holding me down.

“Aidan,” I hiss and plea all at the same time. “Why’d you stop?”

“Eyes on me, Charlotte,” he says against me. His breath tickling every nerve ending.

I obey, opening my eyes and adjusting the pillows so I can see him fully. He’s still fully clothed. “I want to see you naked.”

He runs his tongue along me again, and I resist the urge to toss my head back and moan. But the stroke ends all too soon as he sits back on his heels and removes his shirt, followed by his shoes and pants. His throbbing cock springs free from the confines of his boxers. He takes it in his hand and pumps it once, twice. “Is this what you want, Charlotte? To see my dick before I go down on you.”

I lick my lips. “What if I want you inside of me?”

He brings his mouth back to my pussy, focusing on my clit this time. “Patience, Charlotte, patience.” He continues working, and the whole time his gaze never strays from mine. My hands grasp at his hair, and the pressure builds until I feel like I’m going to burst.

“Aidan,” I say between clenched teeth. Blood rushes down to my pelvic region and throbs against my bones. “I want you. I need you.”

“Why are you so impatient?” he asks between strokes. “Not yet.” His lips encircle my clit, and he swirls his tongue while sucking ever so gently.

Release courses through my veins and my torso involuntarily jerks forward. The lids of my eyes close, and I see stars dance across my vision. Something not human and almost guttural rumbles out of my throat. Aidan holds my hips down as they buck through the waves of my orgasm.