Pretty Thing (Naughty Things 1)

I walk over, unable to hide my smile, and sit on the other side of the couch and put my feet up.

“I’m naked under this robe, Aiden Edwards.” I spread my legs a little and give him a flash. “So are you sure you wouldn’t rather do these things in the opposite order?”

He grins and takes out my breakfast sandwich. “You are very tempting, Kali Anderson. And while I do enjoy a peek with my coffee, you need to keep your strength up if we’re going to win the gold medal in shower-sex gymnastics in thirty minutes.”

“Promises, promises,” I muse, taking a bite of my food. “Mmmm,” I say. “This is good.”

We eat in silence for a few minutes. Just staring out the window. I can see our reflection in the glass and we look so normal. Both of us lounging on the couch having breakfast and coffee. Like other couples do. Or people who actually are couples do. This is definitely not one-night-stand territory. I mean, it could still be if he lived in the city and not two hours away with no ride home. I dunno, it feels normal. Good normal.

“So… I called my number right before I left,” Aiden says, breaking the silence as he wipes his hands with a napkin and tosses his breakfast wrapper onto the coffee table.

It takes me a second to figure out what he’s talking about. But then it all comes rushing back. “Oh,” I say. “How’d it go?”

“I hung up on him,” Aiden says. Then laughs. Then frowns. Then looks at me. “It was hard, to be honest. Hearing his voice and knowing he’s gone… I dunno. It’s just…hard. Are you gonna to listen to yours?”

I nod my head and toss my wrapper onto the table next to his. “Eventually. Not now though. I don’t think I could get through it without crying. The last week has worn me out, ya know? And I have to leave for work in a little bit. So…”

“Totally understand.” He sighs. “What time do you get off?”

“Four,” I say.

“Is it far from here?”

“Only a few blocks.”

“So I can pick you up from work and walk you home.” He smiles at me, reaching for my feet, then rubbing them. “Then we can go out to dinner. A date, you know. Not just sex.”

“A date,” I say. “Our first date,” I repeat, trying that out.

“But first,” he says, crawling over my body and easing down to kiss my neck.

God, how does he always know just where to kiss me to make me tingle? “Hey,” I say, placing a hand on his chest. “You promised me shower-sex gymnastics.”

He nips my earlobe and I wiggle beneath him. “I did.” Then he gets up and takes my hand, pulling me to my feet. He slips his hands inside my robe, pulling the belt all the way loose, and squeezes my breasts. “Undress me, Kali.”

And that’s all I need to hear.

The next thirty seconds is nothing but my fingers popping buttons on his shirt and his jeans. Nothing but him kicking off shoes and sliding pants down. Nothing but us, both naked, kissing our way into the bathroom and stepping into the shower. Nothing but his hands gripping my ass as he lifts me up and backs me into the tiled wall.

Then it’s everything I ever wanted.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – AIDEN

I ease my cock inside her, fully aware that she has to go to work. Also fully aware that I don’t care if she’s late. I’m gonna take my time with Kali Anderson. Treat every moment with her as something special. Treat every touch like something we need—like air, or water, or food. And treat every kiss as a gift.

“No games,” I say, pressing her back up against the shower wall.

“Deal,” she moans, her legs wrapping around me. Both of my hands gripping her ass, then one slides down to caress her leg.

I fuck her so slow it’s agony and ecstasy in the same moment. This position lets me really feel her. Every strain on her muscles, every breath she takes in and lets out.

We move slowly at first, our bodies slippery from the water pouring out of the rain shower above us. It runs down my back, mostly shielding her. But her cheeks have little droplets on them, her lips so delicious and wet I kiss them. But soon that’s not enough for her. She grips my upper arms tight, leaning back so I can push myself deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust forward.

This gives me space to flatten my hand on her stomach and slide my thumb down to her clit.

I rub it. Little circles that flick her nub back and forth. And she moans, suddenly straightening up. “Take me over to the bench,” she says. “I want to ride you.”