Will she?

Aiden’s voice broke the hush. “So, uh… were you serious about what you said? About… planning to give me-?”

She looked up at him when he began to speak, her eyes bright with amusement. “Are you ever going to grow a pair and kiss me again like last night, or are you just going to keep asking questions?” she asked, cutting him off.

Taking the cue for once, and learning when to stop speaking, he lowered his face to hers. The first kiss was tentative, but it was quickly followed by a second. A week’s worth of tension packed into the smallest movement. She pressed closer, her knee hooking over his thigh and spreading her fingers over his chest where her hand sat.

Aiden’s mouth parted for hers, and his hand found its way under the edge of her shirt. They could both feel the warmth of his palm on the bare skin over her ribs. He deepened the kiss, letting himself get lost in the taste of her and the soft sound she made when he gripped her side a little tighter, pulling her harder against him.

Her body pressed into his as his hand carefully moved beneath her shirt. The warmth of her skin made his heart thud harder, but he didn’t rush. His fingers inched higher, learning the terrain, until he found the edge of lace stretched soft across her ribcage.

Natalie didn’t flinch or tense, her breathing only hitching a little as his hand stilled there. She tilted her hips closer and dropped head back to make space for his lips at her throat. Her own hand wandered up, sliding from his chest to his jaw, holding him close as his mouth traced along her jawline, letting him feel how much she wanted this, too.

Encouraged, he let his thumb trace the line where her bra met skin, barely brushing beneath it, testing for a sign to keep going. The lace gave way to softer curves, and when she didn’t stop him, his hand pressed higher, fingers grazing the underside of her breast as the bra sat taut, not giving him much room to work.

She shivered, and he paused, checking her eyes for any sign, anything at all, that might tell him to stop. What he found there was pure invitation that pulled him in. Her hand slid to the back of his neck, drawing him down into another kiss, darting her tongue into his mouth as her chest rose into his palm.

Aiden’s touch grew bolder, and abandoning trying to get under the fabric, his hand cupped her breast through the thin material, circling his thumb over the bump he found under the lace. Natalie exhaled into his mouth, her leg tightening around his. She leaned in, encouraging him to continue, making it clear that her breasts were his to explore.

Aiden took his time, as he paid attention for what she seemed to like. His thumb slid along the curve of her breast, feeling the increasingly drastic rise and fall with each of her breaths. He could sense her anticipation in the way her fingers curled at the back of his neck, her nails lightly scratched at his skin.

Natalie dropped her head back against the couch, baring her throat, and her lips parted. Her eyes fluttered closed, trusting him to keep going. His mouth trailed soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck, pausing at the sensitive spot just above her collarbone until he felt her shiver in response.

With another small nudge from her body, he let his fingers ease higher, slipping under the top edge of the lace. She arched into his hand, giving him silent permission, as the back of his fingers moved across the soft skin of her breast. From outside, his thumb circled until he found the outline of her nipple again through the delicate fabric.

She made a mewling sound, her leg over his lap moving to press closer. He kept his touch feather-light, savoring the tension, and the slow build of want between them. Her hand at his chest gripped the fabric of his t-shirt, while the other, still wrapped behind him, dug into his side.

Aiden’s lips found hers again, kissing her harder as his confidence grew. He let his thumb brush over the peak of her nipple, feeling it respond and unconsciously pulling at the delicate lace where his fingers were still underneath it.

Natalie broke the kiss first with a gasp, her eyes finding his with a fire to them. “God, you’re better at this, than I expected” she murmured, a hint of a smile tugging at her mouth.

He smiled back, the nerves in him finally giving way to something steadier. “See, manage expectations,” he joked, unable to resist even now.

She laughed softly, threading her fingers through his hair. “I seriously expected you to have tried ripping my shirt off by now, or trying to shove my head down,” she breathed, as he went back to kissing at her neck.

Her breath caught as his lips tickled the spot just below her ear. “Aiden,” she murmured. He paused, pulling back to see if something was wrong. “Just so you know,” she said, brushing his cheek with her fingertips, “my nipples can be... really sensitive. Like- embarrassingly so.”

He grinned, intrigued. “Sensitive how?”

“Sensitive like I’ve made myself cum before without anything else,” she said, the admission slipping out. Her eyes darted away before returning to his. “If I play with them long enough, the right way…”

Aiden’s smile deepened, a quiet spark behind it. “That’s… very good to know,” he said with a bit of awe. His thumb moved again, rolling her nipple. “You’re kind of making it hard not to test that theory.”

She let out a breathy laugh, shivering as his thumb caused her to twitch. “Maybe later,” she murmured, her lips grazing his again. “You’d never get me to stop.”

Natalie gave him a sly smile, her confidence returning in a rush. She let her hands slide under the hem of his shirt, bunching the fabric up until he raised his arms to help her pull it over his head. She tossed it to the side, openly looking at his bare chest like this for the first time.

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