Haru's Love

I hadn't a clue why I felt so hot and stuffy, my body being squeezed like a pancake against the wall, until I opened my eyes and saw the gorgeous face of Aiden inches from mine, his arms wrapped tight around me.

I simply stared, dumbfounded. When did he come into my room and climb into my bed? Did he even realize I was still pissed with him from yesterday?

I shifted, since my body felt numb, but Aiden only tightened his hold on me in response.

"Aiden," I said, tapping my hand on his shoulder. "Aiden. I can't move."

Aiden opened his eyes, and the moment he saw me, he gave me a warm smile, which made my heart skip.

"Good morning, Haru."

I pushed on his broad c.h.e.s.t as I muttered, "Don't you 'good morning' me. Move. My body is numb."

"Sorry," he said, releasing me from his tight embrace. "Your bed is small."

"It's a single bed," I said, stretching my arms out. "What do you expect?" I sat up and then turned to look at Aiden, who now had one arm propped on the pillow as he lazed there like a damn prince. "When did you get into my bed?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Sometime last night."

I frowned at him. "Why?"

He flicked his gaze to me then, that smile of his widening and those eyes twinkling. "Because I missed having you in my arms."

My frown darkened. I said sarcastically, "You didn't appear to have missed having me in your arms last night."

My words must have triggered something within him because he sat up abruptly, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me to him so that I was enveloped by him, which surprised me.

"You smell nice," he said, snuggling his nose against the crook of my neck.

So do you, I want to blurt out, but kept my mouth shut.

He moved his lips to my ear and then softly whispered, "Sorry about last night."

I turned to look at him and asked bluntly, "You didn't want to do it with me last night?"

He grinned. Why was he looking so damn pleased?

He asked, "Do you still want to do it?"

My heart skipped and my cheeks felt hot. "It's morning."

"So?" he said, his hands spreading out and sneakily slipping inside my pajama shirt. Just feeling his warm palms against my flesh was a delight, and to my chagrin, I gave out a soft groan.

"Aiden!" I exclaimed, annoyed that his mere touch could get me so worked up like this. I was still pissed with him, so I should ban him from touching me until further notice.

"Hm?" he responded as he started teasing my n.i.p.p.l.es, one with each hand, while he was giving me little kisses about the neck. My body was heating up, and my c.o.c.k was already awake, with blood rushing there.

Damn, but this was getting dangerous. No matter how upset I was with him, the moment he touched me, it was over. My mind would turn to mush and my body would, figuratively speaking, melt against him, begging for more.

I mustered enough strength to say, "It's morning. What if someone comes in?"

He chuckled. "No one will come in. No one is even awake yet. It's too early."

I jolted when I felt one of his hands slipping into my pants and wrapping around my p.e.n.i.s.

He chuckled in amus.e.m.e.nt. "You're hard already."

"You're touching me, of course I'm hard," I said, my voice hoarse.

I caught his wrist and worked on moving it away from my c.o.c.k, but it was to no avail. Aiden didn't even budge as he started stroking, his hand moving up and down e.r.o.t.i.cally along the length of my shaft, which made me groan deep in my throat and my head to spin in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, against my better judgment.

My body was quivering under his ardent touches, and I couldn't help but find myself relaxing back against him.

"Aiden…" I drawled out his name, already giving in to the inevitable, like usual whenever Aiden seduced me. F.u.c.k, but he was bloody good at it.

My voice seemed to have excited him, as I felt the bulge—warm and hard—pressing against my lower back.

The stroking was getting faster, and it wasn't long when my body tensed, with sensations rushing through me as my c.o.c.k twitched and tightened, and then, I came. I was shaking as I buried my face against his broad c.h.e.s.t.

A very dependable c.h.e.s.t, one that made me feel safe and secure every time we hugged.

"That was quick," he said. "Feel better?"

"Hm," I responded, inhaling his unique scent that never ceased to please me. When I lifted my head, our lips met, and Aiden began his passionate ravishing of me.

Our kiss was slow, gentle, and teasing, and I loved every bit of it. I responded by opening my mouth, and Aiden hungrily plunged in his tongue, invading me with so much passion and wildness that I became breathless in an instant.