Love smashes into my chest, leaving me breathless. She has that effect on me. To render me utterly senseless from her beauty and perfection. But I can’t ignore the known fact. “Shelli baby, I’m not getting younger,” I remind her. “One of the hazards of marrying an older guy.”
She laughs, her eyes holding mine in a heated embrace. “You’re nowhere near old, for one. But tell me, Aiden, when do you want to have kids?”
I couldn’t look away if I tried. She isn’t challenging me or anything like that with her eyes, but I’m mesmerized by them. “I want to have our first in my early thirties. Like, soon.”
Her lips slowly move into a gorgeous smile. “Funny, I wanted to be married for a year before we started trying.”
I hold her closer as my heart sings for hers. “What about New York?”
“We’ll figure it out,” she admits after a moment. “I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. I want to figure things out together as our little family.”
I lean my head to hers, sliding my nose along the tip of hers. “I’m sorry, Shelli.”
“For what?” she asks, her eyes widening a bit as she looks up at me.
I let out a long, weighty breath. “I allowed myself to get comfortable and assume that nothing would change. I put you in this place where you would always be accessible to me, kind of ignoring your needs—”
“Not at all, Aiden,” she says quickly, shaking her head. “You are so considerate of me, always making sure I am okay, and I do the same for you. We may be young, but we are pretty good at this domestic stuff.”
“I know, but I just assumed we’d get married, honeymoon, babies. I didn’t even ask.”
Her eyes are so kind. “Nor did I, baby. I fell into the same rhythm, the same routine, and honestly, there is nothing wrong with that. We are happy, Aiden. So friggin’ happy, and I love that we just know, no matter what, we’ll be together. Isn’t that a beautiful feeling?”
My chest aches, though she’s right. It is an amazing feeling, but still, I fear she’s upset with me. “I don’t want to hold you back because I’m selfish.”
She grins at me. “Never,” she says as a promise. “You respect me too much.”
“I do,” I vow. “And fuck if I don’t love you, Shelli. So much.”
She wraps her arms around my neck as our lips meet once more. I love the feel of her in my arms. The gentle pressure her lips give mine. The taste of her, coffee, and the smell of beautiful flowers and spice. This woman, this incredible, gorgeous woman, is mine for the rest of my life, and that alone is a godsend. I thought I would be alone forever. I thought I would never find love and trust it.
But I trust Shelli Grace.
And I love her enough to move mountains.
I move my hands down her back, cupping her ass in my palms. Her ass doesn’t fit, but hell if I don’t try, molding her cheeks as I bring her in close so our kiss can deepen even more. She moans against my lips, pulling slightly away. “You keep on, you may get us in trouble.”
Before I can even ask for the trouble, her hand slides into my shorts, cupping my balls. I was hard the moment her lips pressed into mine, but now I know she’s getting a handful. Our eyes are burning with want as my lips tip up. “You are always gonna be the kind of trouble I want.”
“You’re damn right,” she says as she pushes me back into the wall. My hands come to her waist, and I lift her up so I can press my hard cock into her soft center. I’m thankful for the dress she’s wearing. It’s flowy, cute, and summery, but right now, it’s in my way. I slide it up, exposing her before I reach for her panties, ripping them off, much to her dismay. Her cry fills the space we’re in, and I cover her mouth to keep her quiet.
She pulls back, her voice rough as she says, “Go in that closet. My mom will kill us.”
She isn’t wrong. I reach for the handle of the closet, opening it and stepping inside. It’s a storage closet with something in it—I don’t know what. I’m too engrossed in the gorgeous woman whose body is in my hands. I pull the door shut, locking it before pressing her into it. She cries out, her back arching against the door as I slide my fingers down the crack of her ass. I’m desperate as I pull down the front of her dress, exposing her breasts for my mouth to feast on.
“Oh God” leaves her lips as I lick and kiss all over her two mounds. I pull her butt cheeks apart with my hands, squeezing her as I press into her, wanting nothing more than to get lost in her. I move my tongue along her taut nipple, sucking and nipping at her in the way I know drives her crazy. Hell, it drives me crazy. My cock is so hard, with each beat of my heart, I see nothing but lights behind my eyes. I hold her up with my hips as I undo my shorts, pushing them down and letting them fall to my ankles. My cock points right to her slick pussy, and I lower her onto me slowly, almost agonizingly. Her cries fill the room as she squirms against the door. As my name falls from her lips, I pull out before thrusting back into her with such force and want. She wraps her legs and arms around me while I continue to move in and out of her.