Sitting up, he crooked a finger for me to come closer.
I shuffled over on my knees, which he gestured for me to spread, his hand climbing up my thigh. Two thick fingers trailed through me, and I shivered, needing more but not wanting his touch to leave.
“Now, what I want is for my fingers to be buried inside you and soaked.”
Air wheezed out of me at the hoarse command and timbre to his voice.
“Sit on them.” I did, and they slowly filled me. “Yes, fuck yes.”
Feeling my heartbeat in every limb, I trembled as he dipped the fingers on his other hand into his mouth, sucking. Then, eyes heavy on mine, they met my slick flesh. With the slightest bit of pressure, they skimmed over my throbbing clit.
I was gone. “Shit, Aiden,” I whimpered and moaned, fucking his fingers as I crashed and burned.
With a damp hand on my hip, he held me down when I tried to move away. “That’s it, come completely undone, beautiful.”
When the waves retreated and my vision cleared, I stared down into his adoring, lust-fogged gaze, then I climbed off and pushed him to his back. My lips found his, my hands sinking into his hair as I whispered, “I already have.”
Looming clouds threatened to steal the morning glaze that bathed Raslow in golden warmth.
“No, we’re doing fine,” I reassured Mom, staring out the kitchen window.
“You always say that. Lord knows how many times we’ve helped Hendrix since he left. We can spare a little to do the same for you.”
This was the third time she’d offered since I’d moved out and started college. I was being honest, though. Yes, money was tight most weeks, but I had enough to get by.
Still, I got the feeling she wanted to help, so I offered, “Well, I could probably go for some new clothes soon…”
“Excellent,” Mom chirped, a door closed and noise echoed as she likely walked down the street to her building. “I’ll drive up this weekend, and we can go shopping.”
Shit. “But school’s out soon, I could just—”
“Gotta go, my next client’s probably already waiting for me. I’ll see you Saturday morning.” She made kissing noises, then ended the call.
I gaped at my phone, unsure what I was supposed to tell Aiden. After last weekend, we’d made plans for a repeat.
Puffing out a frustrated sound, I shoved my phone in my bag and left for work.
The morning passed with its usual rush, and Adela came by between classes to fill me in on the date she’d had last night.
“Sounds like that guy I went out with in high school.” I snapped my fingers. “What’s his name?” I smiled, remembering, and slapped my hand on the counter. “Clive.”
Adela crinkled her nose, trailing her finger over the petals littering the wooden countertop. “I bet Clive’s car didn’t smell like stale Cheetos, but at least this guy tried to touch me.”
“A hand massage, though?”
“I don’t know what y’all are bitching about.” Sabrina walked in from the back room, sorting through a box of cards. “A hand massage sounds divine.” She plonked the box on the counter, and I snickered as I plucked a few cards out, placing them on the pile by the register.
“It was creepy,” Adela said. “The first time the guy takes me out, and all he wants to do is love all up on my hands.”
I eyed them. “You do have nice hands.”
Sabrina hummed, grabbing them to inspect for herself. “Great cuticles, too.”
Adela groaned, but I knew she was lapping up the attention.
The wind chime over the door sang, and I looked up from Adela’s hands to find Aiden nearing the counter. He flashed that I-can-make-you-do-anything grin, edging in next to Adela, who was tipping her head back, brows raised high.
The sight of him in jeans and a worn leather jacket just about liquefied me where I stood.
Adela heaved out a sigh. “Warn a girl before you turn from sexy to drop-dead sexy.”
His brows furrowed. “What?”
“The jacket,” she supplied, finally lowering her gaze.
“One second.” Sabrina walked around the counter, and Aiden’s eyes grew when she raised her hands to his head. She swept some of his hair back, then pursed her lips. “God, it’s like Scott Eastwood and Henry Cavill had a love child.”
Aiden grinned, his features creasing with adorable confusion as he looked at me.
Sabrina caught it and laughed. “I’m gay, so don’t worry your handsome little brain over it. But Gloria and I still love to look. And