The Boyfriend Blog

“Everything is great. They’re coming over for dinner tomorrow night. I told Mom you’d make a five-course meal.”

“What?” Lizzie screeches. I turn and laugh at the look of horror on her face. “Aiden, I can barely make mac-n-cheese.”

“I’m joking. We’ll order in.”

She slaps my arm and tries to walk away, but I don’t let her. “Dance with me,” I say, pulling her into my arms.

“But this is a fast song.”

“Does it look like I care?”

Lizzie kisses my cheek. “I think your cousin, Blake, is in love with me.”

“I know he is. It was sweet of you to dance with him.”

“He’s a good kid. One of these days, he’ll be a heartbreaker like you.”

“I’ll never break your heart.” My grip on her tightens when I realize that I’ve already broken her heart. “Not again, at least.”

“I know you won’t.” Lizzie nuzzles against me and runs her hands up and down my back. “Have I told you yet how hot you look in this suit?”

“Only thirty times. But you can say it again.”

“You look hot in this suit. I can’t wait to strip you out of it.”

I growl, pick her up, and twirl her around. She laughs. It’s the sweetest sound in the world, one that I’ll treasure for the rest of my life. “You look gorgeous today, too, sweetheart.”

“This old thing?” Lizzie holds the skirt of her dress out and watches it flair as she spins in a circle.

I grin down at her, enjoying the way she looks at me—like I’m the only man in the room. “Can we finish making our rounds so we can go home?” she asks.

“In a hurry, Ms. Donovan?” I whisper against her soft, pink lips.

“Only a little.”

Lizzie

“I didn’t think that reception was ever going to end,” Aiden says, all but dragging me down the hall. “Your place, or mine?”

I have to practically run to keep up with Aiden’s long strides down the hall. I laugh breathlessly. “Yours. I share a bedroom wall with Edna.”

“Good call.” He unlocks his door, pushes it open, and I don’t know who reaches for whom first, just that we’re in each other’s arms, reaching, grabbing, tugging at each other’s clothes.

His suit jacket is gone, followed by his tie, and when I grab the front of his shirt and rip it open, we gasp. Buttons fly across the room.

“Oh my gosh.” I cover my face and try not to laugh. “I’m so sorry, I got carried away. I hope you don’t—”

Aiden shuts me up with a kiss. His low growl pushes me from amused to level ten turned on. “Hottest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Even hotter than giving you head?”

“I take it back. Second hottest.” He scoops me into his arms. When we get to his room, he lowers me to my feet. “Turn around.”

I do as he asks, gathering my hair in my hand in the process, exposing my neck. I look at him over my shoulder as he slowly lowers the zipper. Goosebumps skitter up my back at his light touch.

“I thought you were going to rip it off.”

“Another time,” he promises, sweeping his hands up my spine. Aiden places a kiss to the nape of my neck and along my shoulder, pulling the straps of my dress down as he goes. The material falls to my waist, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples tighten. “You’re a gift…my gift. I want to take my time with you.”