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pack our suitcases in five and shower in … three? That leaves us with fiftytwo
whole minutes.” Time I was planning to spend learning more of Aaron’s
body. “One can do many things with so many minutes. It’s all about time
management.”
My fingers continued their pathway down, down, down. Finally closing
around his length. Aaron pushed his hips up into my palm.
“Baby.” The word sounded strangled. But I continued palming his
hardness up and down. “Do you want to kill me?”
He kept asking me that as if I had the answer.
“No?” I rasped, my focus completely gone. “Yes?”
His hips thrust into my hand again.
“What was the question?”
Aaron groaned, and his hand came to rest on the small of my back,
pulling me to his side—hard—making me straddle his hip. Unconsciously,
instinctively, I rocked against him, looking for release. Just like Aaron was
doing into my hand.
At that moment, I was starting to consider the possibility of forgetting
about my suitcase, my parents, our flights back, work, life, and basically
anything outside this bed. Anything that wasn’t Aaron. I simply didn’t care
enough.
And the next thing I knew, we were up in the air. Well, I was.
With my body in his arms, Aaron crossed the distance to the en suite
bathroom in a few long strides. He turned the shower on without placing me
on the floor.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but fifty-two minutes is not nearly
enough time for what I want to do to you. So, we’ll need to multitask,” he
explained, placing me under the stream of hot water. His eyes roamed up and
down my body, hunger obscuring the blue in them.
“Time management and multitasking,” I told him, watching him step
inside the shower with me. “You have an impressive résumé, Mr. Blackford.”
His hands came to rest on my hips. The grip of his fingers demanding.
Desperate. “And I don’t shy away from a challenge. Please add that in there
too.” His body pressed mine against the cold and smooth tiles. “I’ll just have
to make you come with my tongue while we shower.” My new favorite word
peeked out, traveling along his lower lip.
Hot fucking damn.
“And maybe again while we pack. All of it under fifty-two minutes. But