Alpha Aidan's Rejection Chapter 95

TARA

　　"Actually, I don't think I want you to leave tonight. Do you mind staying?" I asked Aidan after he told me that he wanted to leave, and his answer was quick.

　　"No. Not really."

　　I didn't expect that answer, and I also didn't expect the sting of his words to hurt my neck that much.

　　Still, I managed to ask, not hiding my disappointment. "Do you…have to work or something else to take care of?"

　　Aidan shook his head once, his face having an expression that I didn't understand. "I just want to be home," he said.

　　"Oh."

　　I searched his face, trying to discern what was happening here…until Aidan's lips stretched in a crooked, mischievous smile.

　　"Come here," he said, chuckling as he reached out to me, and I abandoned my drink, realizing that he was pulling my legs. Phew. "Like hell. I'd die to stay over. I was just messing with you."

　　As Aidan wrapped his arms around me in an embrace, I found myself laughing in relief before I swatted his broad chest. "Don't play like that," I warned, and he nodded. I quickly thought of how to make him comfortable for the night, and I voiced my thoughts out loud. "You won't be very comfortable on the couch," I said, looking down at Aidan's giant long legs.

　　"I wouldn't want to stay on the couch," Aidan said, shaking his head and scrunching up his nose as his hands dropped to my waist. I had to caution myself not to react or do something embarrassing.

　　"Okay, posh kid," I laughed, teasing him. "You can have my bed. I'll make myself comfortable here."

　　His face remained in a frown. "That's not what I meant, and I don't want the bed either if you're not going to be in it."

　　I laughed, but when I looked up at his face, he was dead serious.

　　"Your requests are very expensive, Mr. Graham, I don't know how much I'd be able to afford," I said, making light of the situation, even though my heart just sped up on itself by miles.

　　Aidan got into character really quickly, letting go of my waist to stroke his chin.

　　"Well, the service itself is uncommon, Ms. Moon. You'd be asleep next to me before you know it…" he inhaled a sharp breath. "That kind of commodity ain't cheap."

　　"Was that an accent I heard there?" I asked, laughing uncontrollably now.

　　"It helps in the business," Aidan said, and I shook my head.

　　"Fine. You can have the bed with me in it," I mused.

　　"Perfect," Aidan muttered, planting a chaste kiss on my lips as he moved to the side, giving me room to lead the way upstairs.

　　After switching the lights off, we went up.

　　We got to my door first, but I didn't stop there. I made it to Nadia's room to see her perfectly still under the covers, snoring. Aidan had tucked her in nicely, and I couldn't help but grin.

　　"Thank you," I whispered, and Aidan simply nodded.

　　"You only have a few more of those though. I think I should let you know."

　　"A few more of what?" I asked, confused.

　　"Chances to tell me thank you when I do something nice for you. We're a team, Tara. I am simply taking care of you and our daughter. Thank you's aren't needed for that."

　　It was a warm thought, even though I didn't respond to it.

　　"This way," I said, leading Aidan to my room, and pushing the door open.

　　It was as if I walked into a foreign room as every single detail took a new shape in my eyes, everything looking out of place. I became so conscious of how the room looked even if it was barely messed up, and I started to think that this wasn't such a good idea. But there was no going back now, so I stepped to the side to let Aidan in, and then I closed the door behind us.

　　My breath quickened now that we were alone in the room, and I didn't know what to say or do. Maybe I needed a minute to breathe and get myself used to being locked away in a room with a man…a really freaking hot man, so I excused myself.

　　"Make yourself comfortable. I'll just take a quick shower," I said to myself because I doubted that even the omnipresent Moon Goddess heard me.

　　I sped into the adjourning bathroom, and I honestly felt embarrassed for myself.

　　"Don't be so dramatic, Tara, it's just a man," I whispered to myself in my semblance of privacy as I took my clothes off. Well, shit, Aidan wasn't just a man because why were my nipples standing taut? He barely even did anything.

　　I turned on the shower and got under the cold water immediately, patting my face to calm my temperature down.

　　It was after spending over five minutes under the water that I realized I'd come in here without a change of clothes. Which meant I'd have to return to the room with Aidan in it, bare.

　　"Peachy."

　　Wrapping up quickly when it started to seem like I was really hiding away, I put on my big girl pants,- a towel in this case- and I stepped out, only to be slammed in the face with the sight before me.

　　Aidan's Adonis-like figure.

　　He stood by the whole other side of the bed, his shirt was gone, leaving him half naked with a toned bare chest that I itched to explore for hours and hours, and I just froze. Aidan was standing so far away, yet my body lit up like his hands were caressing my skin.

　　Aidan's eyes tracked the room to where I stood, trailing my legs up, and peeling the towel off me with his eyes.

　　"Come," he said, his tone heavy with the weight of his subtle command, and my heart rate kicked into high gear as my legs dragged closer to him on their accord.

　　When I was within reach, Aidan sat on the bed so that we were now almost leveled in height, and his strong warm hands connected with my cold arms that were clutching my chest tight.

　　His fingers trailed my shoulders down my arms lightly, leaving tingles in their wake as he went. Finally, he stopped at my chest which was starting to rise in small pants, and his hands rested on where the towel was folded and tucked.

　　I immediately knew what he wanted to do, and my core clenched.

　　Christ!

　　"Is this okay?" Aidan asked, and I swallowed. The words died somewhere in my throat…or maybe somewhere as far back as my brain, so I nodded, dropping my hands to the side, and letting him take the towel from me.

　　Aidan meticulously untied the clothe off my dripping body, but he caught it before it fell, causing the material to bunch around my waist. My breasts dropped free in front of Aidan's face, and I watched as he swallowed once…and again, letting me in on how much this affected him.

　　For the next few minutes, Aidan dried me off while I stood there almost at the point of combusting.

　　There was nothing sexual involved in this, but it felt like he was inside me. Every inch of my skin was alive like wires.

　　How was that even possible?

　　What was the chemistry behind such a thing because my insides felt like a soda can that had been shaken so hard, that it was impossible not to explode when opened. This thought told me that if Aidan finally did touch me where I craved him the most, I was going to shatter.

　　Aidan left no part of me unattended to, and by the time he was done, my nipples were hard, and I was certain my center was more soaked than my entire body had been before this.

　　"Tell me what clothes to get," Aidan said, and by the heavens, I could barely recognize the voice I heard as his from behind all that heat.

　　My thinking was muddied, so I lazily pointed to the drawers where I usually kept my nightwear. "Anything appropriate is fine."

　　Before he stood, Aidan pressed a soft kiss to my stomach, and I didn't flinch, nor did I tense up. When he stood, his erection was impossible to miss underneath his trousers, and I swallowed, thinking about how he would feel at the back of my throat.

　　It was so hard to let go of those thoughts, but I finally did when Aidan brought a light green set of sleepwear, and helped me get dressed.

　　"Thank you," I said when it wasn't so obvious anymore that I was panting like a parched animal.

　　"One more chance gone," Aidan said, and I chuckled, closing my eyes. I'd almost forgotten about his earlier statement.

　　"Duly noted," I nodded in response.

　　"How about your hair?"

　　It wasn't dripping anymore, but it was still pretty damp. "I'll just dry it a little and part it into braids, then we can crash."

　　I moved from my frozen spot for the last few minutes, and I went to my vanity to get my blow drier out. Aidan followed, but he sat on the bed, watching me as I dried my hair.

　　The evening did not have much to it, but I loved how quiet and intimate our moment was. I can't believe I'd been so anxious that I spent my time battling myself in the bathroom.

　　When I was done, and picked up a comb to part my hair, Aidan patted the spot beside him on the bed.

　　"Come on. I'll do it."

　　On a previous day, his words would have shocked the living daylights out of me, but now, I knew that this was Aidan's love language.

　　Acts of service.

　　I doubt he even knew how to make braids, but he didn't care, so I did not either.