The Boyfriend Blog

“Aiden,” I breathe, watching his hand slide past my breasts and disappear under the soapy water.

“Were you?” he asks, tickling my skin as his fingers move lower and lower. He stops when they’re at the apex of my thighs, and he looks at me. “Lizzie?”

“Yes. Yes, I was touching myself. There, are you happy?”

His grin is contagious. “Very.”

Aiden’s hand finds mine beneath the water. He laces our fingers together and pushes our joined hands between my legs.

“Show me what you were doing.”

“Aiden.”

I’ve never been good at this part of sex. Or maybe I’ve never had a lover push me to this point. Either way, it makes me nervous, and he must be able to read my thoughts because he kisses me softly.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, ever.”

“Will you kiss me again?”

“I’ll kiss you forever.”

And he does. Oh, God, he does. Aiden’s lips are perfect when they meet mine. Soft and warm and demanding as they take control of more than just my body. He controls my heart and owns every piece of my soul.

With his hand on top of mine, I slide our fingers between my folds and push them into my body. Aiden groans into my mouth. My hips move of their own accord, pumping against our hands. His free hand massages my breasts, tweaking and pinching the nipples into hard, tight peaks. Tension builds in my body. I curl an arm around his neck and pull him closer to me.

“You’re so beautiful.” Aiden kisses a trail down my jaw to my neck. “I could touch you forever and still not get enough.”

My body spasms around our fingers, sucking them deeper, and when we pull them out,

he unlinks our hands.

“Hold onto me.”

Water be damned, I lift my other arm out of the tub and wrap it around him. In one swift move, Aiden slides his hand beneath my knees and lifts me out of the bath.

Holy shit. Not what I was expecting.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.”

“I’m soaking wet and—”

“Don’t give a damn.” He captures my lips with his, kissing me deeply as he strides purposefully to my room.

“My sheets—”

“Will dry.” I laugh when Aiden tosses me onto the bed. “Scoot back and spread your legs,” he says, shucking his sweatpants.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of him before me. It’s unfair for someone to look this gorgeous and have a heart of gold.

“So demanding.”

“Lizzie.” He stalks toward the bed and places a knee on the mattress. “Please. Please scoot back and spread your legs.”

I follow his gentle command. Aiden’s eyes flare to life when I drop my knees. I’m naked and feel more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt as his eyes rake across my body. “Please, touch me.”

“I’m going to do more than touch you, sweet girl. I’m going to love you.”