Today, he’s dashing in his uniform. He even has his hair half-slicked back as if he wants to be presentable. For what, I don’t know.
Usually, Aiden would put in the effort to look presentable if he has some manipulation plot. Like the first time he barged into my house and introduced himself to Aunt and Uncle as my boyfriend.
“I told you I don’t remember my dreams.” I only remember my nightmares.
“Hmm.” He pinches my cheek. “One day you’ll dream of me as I dream of you.”
My lips part.
Damn him and these things he keeps telling me out of nowhere.
The harder I try to pull away from him, the more he lures me back in.
It’s like I don’t have a choice anymore.
Who am I kidding? I never ha
d a choice when it comes to Aiden King.
Aiden crushes the distance between us as his lips hover an inch away from the shell of my ear. He whispers in a low seductive drawl, “You’re blushing, sweetheart.”
“No, I’m not.”
He laughs, and just like yesterday, I stare incredulously at how gorgeous he is. The low chilling range of his laughter hits my heartstrings.
It aches.
It burns.
Damn.
I’m all covered in goosebumps — and something else between my legs.
He drops his hand from my face to grip me by the waist. It’s like he can’t keep his hands off me.
I can’t stop touching you, so don’t ask me to.
His words from yesterday hit my heartstrings harder.
“What have you been dreaming about?” I ask in an attempt to dissipate the tension.
“I dreamt about…” His free hand swipes over my bottom lip. I don’t know why he does that. It’s like he’s wiping something off it. “These lips wrapped around my cock.”
My face heats as I search my surroundings with frantic eyes in case someone else has heard. “Aiden!”
“What?” He feigns innocence. “You asked what I’ve been dreaming about.”
“You didn’t have to go into details.”
“You think those were details?” His lips quirk into a smirk. “Here are the actual details: You kneeled in front of me and opened your mouth like the other night. You were looking up at me with these blue eyes and begged me to fuck your mouth. Being a gentleman, I did just that. I thrust in and out of your little mouth as you begged for more.” He lowers his head to whisper in my ear. “This time, you swallowed like a good girl.”
My thighs clench together and tingles erupt all over my skin.
God.
His dirty talk will never grow old. It’ll never stop getting to me, and making me wish the images he paints are true.
“You liked it by the way.” He pulls back with a smirk as if knowing that he got me.