Spark (25 page)

“How?” I ask, wanting to know how I managed that.

“What you just did … giving yourself to me … you know this is just the beginning.” Aidan gives me one of his dazzling grins, his eyes filled with promise.
There he goes, tugging at my heart again.
He pulls me against his firm muscular body, a physique to die for. The warm water cascades between us. It’s almost as intimate as our first time, my skin now so sensitive to his touch.

My hands become magnetised to this beautiful naked man. Now that I can touch him wherever and whenever I want, I wonder if I’ll be able to stop.

“Was it worth waiting for?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply with certainty. “I’m just so glad it was with you.” My words couldn’t be any more true. It hurt. More than I’d ever thought it would, but it was perfect. Perfect with him.

“Mmm, I couldn’t agree more,” Aidan grins.

He squirts body wash on the loofah, and leisurely sweeps it all over my body. I reciprocate, exploring the delicious lines of his torso, and down his strong legs.
This
I could get used to. Rinsing the bubbles away, he turns me around, my back against his chest.

“I think I owe you somethin’,” he says in my ear, hooking my hands behind his neck. His hands slide down my arms, over my breasts. One hand greedily teases a nipple, the other follows the water down to the apex of my thighs.
Oh. That.

His fingers move delicately at first, pressure and pace building in time with the beating of my heart. Squeezing and teasing my breast, and holding me against him, my head swirls in the steamy haze—a combination of heat and emotion. He nips the back of my neck, breathing heavily in my ear. His hard cock is pressed against the small of my back, and it takes my excitement to the next level. His movements gain pace, until my body shatters into powerful spasms beneath his skilled hand.

“Aidan,” I mumble, almost incoherently, “what are you
doing
to me?” Feeling light-headed, I put my hands against the shower walls, my legs no longer wanting to support me. He spins me around, weaving his strong arms around my waist to steady me.

“I should say, ‘What are you
doing
to me?’” he says, pushing his erection firm against my stomach. A grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I take him in my hand. His eyes widen, and he makes a low guttural noise in the back of his throat as I hold him, slowly moving up and down. I really have no idea what I’m doing, but he doesn’t seem to mind. The soft grunting noises he’s making and the need dripping off him tells me I’m doing okay.

“Am I doing it right?” I whisper.

“I didn’t think there was a wrong way to do what you’re doing,” he says, his voice strained.

“Show me how to do it better.”

“Fuck,” he growls, kissing me hard. I wince as his mouth ravages my swollen lip. He turns his back to me, and I press the full length of my body against the most deliciously toned back I’ve ever laid eyes on. I run my lips across his skin, kissing and nipping as I go. His hand over mine, he guides my movements down his length, setting pace and pressure. The tension in his body increases, muscles flexing as his free hand reaches behind to grip my arse. Aidan shudders, and his head drops back as he finds his sweet release, pulsing in powerful beats in my hand.

He turns and wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tight as the water cocoons us.

“
That’s
what I call a shower,” he says and grins.

A cloud of steam follows us, as we get out, the mirror dripping with condensation. My fingers have never been so pruny.

“I don’t see how we’re being environmentally responsible, Aidan. We’ve just used a shitload of water.”

“It’s our first one together. I don’t think the universe will hold it against us.”

Somehow, I think he’s right.

****

For the next couple of days, this is my world: a bubble filled with the smell of sex, intimacy and unrestrained happiness. I’m talking, laughing, and lying in Aidan’s arms. We explore each other. We experience. We get high on just being together. It’s like nothing I’d ever imagined.

Every now and then we come up for air and sustenance, but when we do, he is never far away. His strong arms are barely out of reach.

Every freckle, every scar … bared to each other.

For so long, sex has been this ‘thing’ hanging over me. Something I wanted so bad, yet something that was the source of such pain in the hands of the wrong men.

Now, sex is an expression of something beautiful. A gift that Aidan has given me, and it’s something I’ll treasure forever.

I have never felt so beautiful, so cherished. Never felt so at peace, and at one with someone. To make up for the excess water use, we contribute by barely putting on clothes. If we don’t wear them, they won’t need washing. I don’t remember ever being so free and unashamed of my body. All thanks to this beautiful apparition. A man who knows when to be gentle and when to be firm, ringing pleasure out of my body like it’s on tap.

I’m liking this bubble. It feels like … home.

****

It’s been four glorious nights in the arms of Aidan, but today he’s going home. He can’t stay here forever, as much as I want to tie him up and keep him hostage. We both have to go back to work. Back to reality.

But, it’s time for goodbye. Aidan grabs his backpack, and we walk together to the front door.

“I can’t tempt you to stay?” I ask, begging with my eyes.
It’s worth a try.

He rakes his fingers through his messy hair. “You could tempt me to do just about anything, but I’ve got stuff I need to get sorted. I probably should have left a couple of days ago …” he trails off.

I shrug. “It was worth a shot.”

“Yeah, can’t say I’m lookin’ forward to going back to work, and a bed that doesn’t have you in it.”

Sigh
.

“Yeah, me either.”

“Oh, I almost forgot. I’m having a get together for my birthday … Saturday of next week. I know it’s short notice, but can you come?” I ask, trying not to sound desperate.

“Can I
come
?” he says raising a dark eyebrow, his eyes filling with the look that has my body filled with want, even though it wasn’t yet an hour ago he had me moaning beneath him. I know exactly what he’s thinking.
Insatiable
. “I can come anytime you want. Just say the word.”

I roll my eyes. “Aidan, don’t be rude. You know what I mean,” I chastise, but secretly I enjoy his cheekiness.

“It’s your fault I’m rude.”

I cock my head to the side. “How do you figure that?”

“Ever since you
dragged
me into your bedroom, it’s all I can think about.”

“I suppose you’re going to confess to me that you’re a sex addict.”
That would certainly be interesting.

“I wasn’t before, but since meeting you I think I have a problem.”

I can’t help but laugh. “That’s some problem to have.”

“I wouldn’t laugh, Eevie … it’s a serious issue, but I’m sure you are well-equipped to accommodate my ever growing needs.” Aidan tries to put on a serious face, but smirks at the last moment.

“Can we get back on topic, please. My birthday?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be in Sydney for a few days meeting Supercross reps and the Yamaha team manager, so I have to see how that pans out, but I’ll do my best to
come
.”

“That’s okay. I know its short notice.” I don’t want to put any pressure on him—we’ve only been together for a few days. But holy hell, what a few days it’s been.

“I’ll call you later,” he whispers in my ear as his strong arms hold me tight in his warm embrace. He kisses me with such feeling that when he pulls away, I gasp for air. “Bye,” he says softly, our noses almost touching, his eyes drilling into mine.

“Bye,” I whisper.

“You’re going to have to let me go,” he says.
Whoops.

“Okay.” I plant a big smacking kiss on his lips, but it doesn’t take away his grin.

“Bye.”

The door closing, I flop onto the couch and just breathe. I’ve been isolated from the real world for the last few days, in our bubble of bliss. I’ve been on Aidan-time.

But now I’m alone, I wonder if this was all too good to be true. Could this just be a fling for him? I won’t be able to see him for nearly two weeks. Is that how he gets rid of girls? He’s had a taste of me, and I’m still so inexperienced. Will I be enough? I’m sure I mean more to him than that, but if this is just a casual thing, I think I’m in for a universe of hurt. Can I handle it?

About twenty minutes later, my phone buzzes with a message. It’s a text message from
Loverboy
. I laugh out loud, pressing my hand to my crazy, beating heart. Aidan said he’d put his number in my phone, and cheekily he’s dubbed himself with this title.
I like it. I like it a lot.
I can’t help but smile, a warm gooeyness filling me inside, quashing my dark thoughts from only seconds ago. I open the message:

I’m looking at my empty bed and I don’t like it.
Miss you already, every single bit of you x

I know I’ll be counting down the minutes until I see him again.

I walk into my room, my heart warming as I scan over the tangle of sheets. As I lay down, his lingering smell reminds my body of the many pleasures it’s had. I want to tell him to come back. That I want his body against mine, inside me, surrounding me. But I don’t.

I reply, simply with one word:

Ditto

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Smiling like an idiot has become the new norm. I’m pathetic. I couldn’t keep it from my face if I tried. When I think about Aidan and what we did over the last few days, a delicious chill runs through me as memories come flooding back. Brayden, Rush, Travis, Woods, Christian even … it’s over. You’re on the shelf.

Permanently.

I’m sorry, but you boys simply can’t compete. Aidan Stone is my new hero.

New hero aside, I really need to focus on my work, but truly I could sit here and daydream all day long. I’m barely at my desk for half an hour when Cassie drags me into the kitchen. Clearly I can’t hide this from her—not that I want to.

She knows something is up. She’s been frowning, and giving me weird looks since I walked in. I’m busting to spill the details of my naughty weekend, the best time of my entire life, but I can’t go there until we can take a break.

“Something to tell me, Miss Lawson?” Cassie asks, shutting the kitchen door from the main office.

“What?” I shrug, pretending I don’t know what on earth she’s talking about.
God, it must be written all over my face
… I HAD SEX.

“Clearly something or someone has put this ridiculous smile on your face, and by the look of you,” she says examining me from head to heels, “I’m guessing someone’s popped your cherry.”

“Cassie!” I cry out.

“Well, tell me I’m wrong.” Cassie crosses her arms.

I shake my head from side to side, unable to bury my smile.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I can’t tell you you’re wrong.”

“W-what? Are you serious? Um, who … when …” Cassie says. She puts her hands on her cheeks. I don’t think I’ve seen her like this. Ever. Surely it’s not that shocking, but I guess twenty is considered pretty late for the first time. “Oh my God, are you okay? Was it good? Who is the lucky bastard?” The big sister I always wanted hugs me so tightly, desperate for the juicy details.

“You’ll have to wait until lunch for the details … but yes, I’m fine, more than fine. His name is Aidan.” Aidan
my hero
Stone.

“I’m so happy for you, so glad it was special, honey. Fuck! Lunchtime can’t come quick enough today.” We both giggle as we try to compose ourselves before going back into the office. I think my smile is going to be tattooed on for the foreseeable future.

Come lunchtime, Cassie yanks my arm, dragging me from the office. She pumps me for
all
the details. Everything. It’s embarrassing at first, but she is the only girl I feel comfortable talking to about this. Actually, the fact she speaks so candidly about sex is refreshing. At least if I have a few questions, I know she’ll have no problems answering them. I certainly can’t ask my mother.

****

It’s been ten days. Ten painstakingly-long days since I’ve seen Aidan.
Yes, I’m counting
. He was away last weekend riding, and this weekend he’s in Sydney, meeting sponsors and stuff. I’m thrilled for him. I really am. I know how hard he’s been pushing himself to go professional. He’s a man with dreams.

Since I last saw him, we’ve either exchanged text messages—some steamier than others—or have spoken on the phone. Sometimes he’s apologetic for not being able to see me, but I don’t want him to feel torn between me, and his career. I have no doubt we’ll make up for lost time. He’s definitely worth the wait. I’m beginning to see what it must be like for Cassie and Jeremy.

Even though my birthday isn’t until tomorrow, tonight is my birthday dinner. I’m excited to catch up with everyone. Mum and I met for breakfast this morning, and it warmed my heart to see her back to her bubbly self.

I told Mum about Aidan—
only
what she needed to know.
That I’d met a nice boy
. Not that I’d lost my virginity, and lived in a sex-fuelled stupor for days, and was still coming down from the high.

She said she could tell I was happy, and that she hadn’t seen me smile like this in the longest time. She was happy that I’d met someone, but said to make sure there’s that spark—something she admitted not having with Dad. I told her there definitely was. What I didn’t tell her, is that it’s a
Sydney-Harbour-Bridge-on-New-Year’s-Eve
kinda spark.

Yeah, that kind.

****

I’ve had a great night so far, and managed to chat with almost everyone. I’m overwhelmed that so many of my dearest friends and family have made it. I haven’t spoken to Dad since our last heated phone call, and I’m relieved he hasn’t shown up against my wishes. Mum is in good spirits. I think tonight has been a good distraction for her.