Castles Burning Part One Read Free Page A

intoxicating. I felt his hand moving up my stomach again, kneading and caressing each curve, molding my breast to his palm, and then moving his hand to rest on my thundering heart.
    “Jesus. You are so amazing.”
    He stopped kissing me and looked at his hand as he caressed me; I was spinning from the direction this visit had taken. As his lips came back down on mine, I felt his tongue, warm and silky, sliding against my bottom lip, I parted them slightly to allow him access, and gently he tasted me, massaging my tongue with his. A groan escaped somewhere within me, almost guttural sounding, and I found myself responding to his touch, running my fingers along his body, and into his hair.
    Suddenly things were moving fast, his hand was under my camisole and my bra clasp was undone in a heartbeat. His hand caressed my bottom over my jeans, and moved slowly up to the bottom of my right breast before he broke our kiss again to look down at me, staring into my eyes as he slid his fingers along the bottom curve of one breast and then the other. I looked down at his hand and felt myself responding, as his hand glided slowly up to my nipple. I let my eyes slip shut; never had I experienced someone touching me this way, I wanted to drink it all in. I began to press my breasts harder against his palm. Groaning again he moved beside me and I felt him pressing against my thigh, before fully forming the thought, my hand reached down, and I swept my hand up the length of his hardness, then up over his belly to rest on his heart. I looked up into his eyes and saw something spark and he instantly broke away from me and got off the bed.
    I sat up on my elbows, confused, but more disappointed than anything. I gazed at him, his burning eyes, balled fists, and clenching jaw, he was the picture of discomfort.
    “What’d I do wrong?” I ask ed him.
    “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me. You should go. I’m really sorry about that, I should have moved slower.”
    I look ed at the clock, I didn’t have to be to work for another thirty minutes, but I decided to use it as an excuse anyway.
    “Yes I need to get to work anyway.” I stood up and fixed myself … Unexpectedly I felt tears prick my eyes.
    Aden placed his hand on my arm and pulled me to him. “Please. Don’t think this is you. It’s not you it’s me. I’m sorry I moved so fast.” He tucked invisible hair behind my ear and gazed down at me “This just isn’t how I imagined this moment with you to be. Will you come back tonight?”
    “Yes.” I wanted to say I don’t know… or maybe…or even no. But I couldn’t. Not drawn to him the way I was, the way I always had been. With that I made my way to the door, Aden followed, closing the door softly behind me. I stood on the porch for a moment, smelling the rain that was held in the clouds to fall later. I thought I heard a door slam shut, but bounded down the stairs too quick to really be able to tell what the sound was.
    ***
    I went back later that night, and we sat on the bed, we talked and talked, like usual. But this time it was different, we were laying on the bed together, listening to music, side by side. I had dreamed of this moment many times in the last year.  As the beautiful acoustic sounds drifted around us, my eyes grew heavy and closed for just a moment to rest after my long day. Aden’s soft voice came to me out of the darkness, and his chin rested on my head as I leaned against his chest.
    “Do you think people can change something that’s in their core? In their nature?” He whispered. I opened my eyes and looked up into his eyes, seeing only genuine interest.
    “I guess. I think so… my dad overcame his past, and made a good life for him, and us.” I sat up and looked down at him on the bed, “What do you mean?” I crossed my legs under me and pulled a blanket around my shoulders as I leaned back against the bed posts at the foot of his bed.
    “You can tell me anything, you know