But something had changed. She was rubbing her arms, crossing them in front of her, and now she looked unsure.
“What’s wrong?” he said. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“Not that,” she said, and there was a rueful sound in her voice. “Maybe . . . maybe we shut the lights off?”
“What? Why?” he spluttered. “No way. You look sexy as hell, and I want to see you when you . . .”
She blinked. So did he.
“Oh,” she said, a little dazed, then a tiny grin spread into a full-blown smile. “So you’re planning on making me . . .”
“Hell yes,” he said. “If you’re good with it, I absolutely want to ‘make you.’” He paused. “We’re talking about orgasms, right?”
She threw back her head and laughed. “Oh my God, Aiden.”
He laughed too. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much sheer fun having sex. He’d had good sex, hot and overwhelming sex, content and gentle sex. It had been a while, but that didn’t discount it. But this was just joyful.
This was what it was, to be with Maggie.
She tackled him, and he let her. She then peppered his face with kisses. Of course, now all they had between them was his thin layer of boxer briefs and her silky panties . . . a fact they both seemed to clue into immediately, as they froze.
“Um. It’s suddenly occurring to me,” she said, her voice dragging reluctantly, “but do you have a condom?”
He winced. “No. I don’t suppose you do?”
She shook her head. “I told you: haven’t had sex in five years, and this wasn’t even on my radar.”
“We don’t have to,” he said, even as his dick screamed at him. “That is . . . we don’t need to do things that require condoms for you to get off.”
She smirked. “Or we could call down to the front desk . . . ?”
“I think I’d rather die,” Aiden admitted. “With my luck, it’d get charged to the bride and groom somehow, and next thing you know, I’m on a group text with the entire family asking who I hooked up with.”
She framed his face with her hands, stretched out on top of him like a blanket. A molten-hot, shivery-sweet, sexy-as-hell blanket. Her smile was like sunshine. “How do these things keep happening to you?” she asked, with fake seriousness.
“I have no idea.” He stroked a few wayward waves out of the way, studying her face. “What do you like? What can I do for you?”
She kissed his chest as she hummed in thought. “What are my options?” she asked casually, before running her teeth around his nipple and making him groan.
When his brain got back online, he cleared his throat. “Well, I have fingers . . .”
“Sounds promising.”
“And a mouth.” To demonstrate, he kissed her hard.
“Mmmmm.” The noise felt rich with approval against his lips.
“Also . . . well, it’s sort of juvenile, but . . .” He lifted his pelvis, nudging at her entrance and making them both moan. “There’s always the old-fashioned grind.”
“Oh, God,” she said, rubbing against him and arching her back a little. “Yeah. That. Let’s do that.”
He started to chuckle, but it cut off like a record scratch as she rolled her hips. “You are really good at that,” he said, in a broken voice, as his body ramped up and his breathing went raspy.
She didn’t acknowledge it with words, just kept rubbing against him. Her nipples were sharp points in the cups of her bra, and her breathing was just as jagged. Her pupils were blown, her skin flushed. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
She leaned down and kissed him ferociously, and he met her stroke for stroke, his tongue tangling with hers as their bodies rubbed against each other. They were moving, faster and faster, the bed creaking with their exertions.
And suddenly, she let out a rippling cry, her body convulsing on top of him, her thighs clenching his hips so hard he thought they’d leave bruises. Her eyes flew open in surprise, even as she shuddered.
It was so fucking hot. His body was reacting before he was aware of it. She squeaked again, throwing herself off him as his body was wracked and he temporarily went whiteout blind as the orgasm tore through him, soaking through his briefs.
They lay, side by side, breathing unevenly. Gasping, messy, his arms at his sides, hers crossed over her stomach.
Then she started laughing, soft at first, but gaining in momentum. He turned to look at her, wrung out but happy, taking in her delighted expression. He started laughing, too, until they were both collapsed against each other, her giggling, him chuckling.
“So that happened,” he said, peeling off his underwear before it could get uncomfortable. He turned to see her taking in his nakedness, eyes widened. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna call down to the front desk.”
If possible, her eyes went even wider. “Really?”
“Well . . . I wouldn’t be able to use anything right away,” he admitted, and she laughed again. “Hey. I’m fifty, not twenty.”
“Still,” she said, with a mischievous smile. “You’d actually brave the front desk and any possible gossip?”
To prove his point, he went over to the phone, hitting the number. “Front desk, how can I help?”
He took a deep breath, then quickly muttered, “Would it be possible to have a few condoms sent up to room 212?”
There was only the slightest pause before the man answered, “Of course, sir. We’ll have them delivered as soon as possible.”
“And you can bill them to the room?”
“Don’t worry. No charge.” Aiden could swear there was a smile in the guy’s voice. He hung up.
Aiden turned to see Maggie covering her face with a pillow. “I can’t believe you did that!” she said, her voice muffled.
He pulled on a robe. “If you can’t believe that,” he teased, pulling the pillow from her and kissing her soundly, “just wait till you see what I do with them.”
CHAPTER 34
I HAVE NO SON!
It had been an incredible night . . . more incredible than he could’ve dreamed. They hadn’t used the condoms after all, unfortunately, since room service hadn’t come for almost an hour. After a smirking delivery, they’d cleaned up, teasing and talking in robes. Then they’d snuggled naked under the covers, whispering and laughing until they fell into a dazed sleep.
The next morning was chaotic. He’d forgotten to set their alarm, which meant a mad rush.
He’d forgotten how intimate, sweet, and downright hot it could be, being with someone he was actually attracted to. Not just the sex, nonpenetrative as it was, but sleeping wrapped around someone you genuinely cared about. This was all so different. He was different. He wasn’t a young high school or college student, intrigued and confused and awkward. He wasn’t a heartbroken adult, either, looking at getting married and going on the traditional “grown-up” path. He was in the enviable position of being old enough to not feel pressured, not worry about fulfilling anybody’s expectations. Even better, he’d been with Maggie, who had her own insecurities, sure, but she’d had no qualms about him, and there had been no pressure. They’d just been together, and that had been glorious.