Page 27 of 27 Kisses

I laugh. “Not the Christmas stuff. But this.” I hold up our hands and rest my cheek against the back of his hand. “Spending time with you.”

He kisses my other cheek, and his mouth is right there. “I miss you,” he says softly, and then we’re kissing. I grip the back of Aidyn’s head, needing him closer. His tongue twists with mine, and I want to climb his body, wrap myself around him, and never let go. Never mind that we are close to the same height. Aidyn is stocky with all his muscles.

Someone laughs right outside my door, and we jerk away from each other. “Shit. We can’t do this here.”

“Sorry—”

“No. Don’t apologize.”

“Can we lock the door?”

I shake my head. “That would definitely get Nat’s attention.”

“Okay, well…” He shrugs.

“What?” It’s the look on his face more than anything. A slight blush on his cheeks.

His cheeks darken. “I’ve always wanted to make out in your office. Maybe more.”

My body likes that more than it should. “What kind of more?”

“Never mind.” He tries to pull his hand back, but I don’t let go. Now I have to know.

“Tell me.”

His hand moves to my ass. “I imagine fucking you over your desk.”

Holy Jesus. “You want that?”

His gaze reaches mine. His eyes burn with desire. And shit, now it’s all I can think about. “Aidyn, we can’t.”

“I still owe you a kiss from your Advent calendar. How about a trip through time?” He nods at the TARDIS.

He knocks on the side and grins. It’s sturdy.”

“It’s a photo booth,” I say stupidly.

“Kinky.” And for some reason, I let Aidyn and my dick lead me into the small structure.

“It’s a tight fit.”

“But not tight enough.” Aidyn grabs my ass and pulls me closer. “Only ten days until Christmas, love.”

The kiss is sweet but soon grows more insistent. Against the onslaught of Aidyn’s lips on my neck and his hands on my ass and my insistent dick, I give in. Our cocks brush against each other, and even through several layers of clothes, the pleasure is intense. I groan, wishing like hell we were somewhere else. And naked.

“Aidyn, baby, we can’t.”

He pulls back and my body tries to follow, not getting the memo from my brain that this can’t happen. He chuckles. “Soon, love. I promise,” he says, squeezing my cock.

“Maybe we can sneak to your house for a quickie.”

He rests his forehead against mine. “You’re trying to distract me, but it won’t work.”

In the small space, Aidyn’s presence invades my mind and body. I want him so much. “Should I try harder?”

He groans, and I place my hand on the side of his face, my fingers brushing his short beard. “I can barely resist you now.” He kisses the palm of my hand. It’s sweet. Tender. Now my heart is getting the wrong idea.

Proposing now would be a mistake. But my heart pounds, demanding I listen. The ache to say the words—to ask him to be mine forever and break this limbo—is insistent. Overwhelming. I have the ring. Why can’t I just do it?