Then he guides my hand in a slow decent straight down to the throbbing spot between my legs. He pushes our fingers against the fabric of my bikini bottoms while he sucks on my neck.
The feel of his mouth on my neck, the water drizzling down my skin, and his hand between my legs makes me feel perfectly out of control.
He keeps kissing me and rubbing our hands with more intensity.
Wanting to maintain some level of attractiveness, I try to make cute, sweet little noises. They start out that way, until I don't give a shit what I sound like.
I move my hips in rhythm with our hands until I can't hold it in any longer. A deep oh leaves my lips as my body trembles and throbs and my legs start to feel weak.
Aiden growls something unintelligible in my ear, picks me up, and sets me on a tiled ledge that I thought was for shampoo, but now realize is the perfect height for this.
I wrap my legs around his waist as his lips land hard on mine, his tongue delving deeply in my mouth.
“I’m not telling you no again,” he says.
I so want him to rip my bottoms to shreds and plunge that beast inside of me, but that will just make tomorrow even harder.
Speaking of hard.
He pushes the Titan forcefully against my bottoms, which are straining to keep it out.
I kiss down his neck and then find his hungry lips again.
I can tell that he's struggling not to lose control, but I want him to.
I want to be the one who makes him feel out of control.
Plus, I'm on the edge again. Wanting the release, but not wanting it to be over.
I lean my back against the wall, grab his butt tightly, and push back against him.
Then, eventually, we both lose control.
He leans against me, keeping me pinned against the wall, and breathes deeply.
“See, we can have lots of fun without actually doing it,” I say as he sets me down on wobbly legs.
He doesn’t really reply, just pulls my bikini bottoms slowly off me, rinses them out, lays them on the ledge to dry, and wraps a towel around me while he kisses me.
“You continue to surprise me,” he says, while we’re drying off.
“Why?”
“All you had to do was slide your bottoms over a fraction of an inch.”
“I know. I just . . . I mean . . . Maybe we can just play in the backyard for awhile.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “You like it in the backyard?”
“I’m talking the backyard not the back door.”
“I’m confused,” he says.
“You know, like playing in the backyard as opposed to playing inside the house.”
He gives me a naughty grin. “So eventually you will want me to play in the interior portion of your house?”
“Aiden, I've wanted to have sex with you since I met you. But when you got mad at me for trying to unzip your pants, I wasn’t going to invite you in. I just wanted to have some fun playing outside.”
“So I was at least right about you wanting to wait?”
“Yes. I do want to wait.”
“Until when?”
“Until I know we have a chance,” I say softly, meaning not until I get my life back.
The green flash.
4:30pm
After going to town, getting tattoos, and coming back home, I tell Aiden I want to get ready in my room alone, but ask him to meet me at my door at 5:20.
“Five-twenty?” he says, kissing my nose. “That’s very specific.”
“There’s a reason why it’s very specific, but it’s a surprise.”
He leans on my doorframe, looking like he has no intention of letting me get ready by myself. “I’m glad you got the tattoo,” he says, flipping my wrist over and looking at the four-leaf clover on it.
He says it in a dreamy way that makes me feel guilty. I’m afraid he thinks I got it just because of him. What he doesn’t know is that it’s about so much more.
“I like it too. I’m glad you talked me into it. Now you have to go.”
“I want to watch you get ready,” he says. And the way he says it touches my heart. It’s like somehow he instinctively knows this is our last night together.
“Please, Aiden. I haven’t really fixed my hair or done my makeup all week and I want to look nice on our last night here.”
He kisses me and says, “Your wish is my command.”
I get ready, doing my hair up in big curls, teasing the crown a little, and applying more eye makeup than normal. I even added a glittery gold powder across the tops of my lids that I hope will glimmer in the moonlight.
At 5:20 on the dot, Aiden knocks on my door.
As soon as I open the door, he takes in my dramatic shimmering orange silk ruffled dress and says, “Wow. You look gorgeous.”
“Thanks, but come on. We have to hurry,” I say, dragging him down to the beach.
I watch his face as he sees the table set up for two in the sand, tiki torches blazing around it.
“Is all this for us?”
“Yes, we’re going to have some wine, watch the sunset, and then have dinner here in the moonlight.”
“We are supposed to watch a million sunsets together,” he says adorably.
I look at the sun moving down the horizon and listen to the waves crash.
I have to tell him tonight.
Just not now.