All The Way (The Sarah Kinsely Story - Book #1) (6 page)

“Nope. I am what you might call a workaholic. I barely have time for a casual relationship much less a steady girlfriend. Think about it, both times we have been together I have been working.”

I bit my lip. Things were looking good.

“Well then Mr. Chef, I guess there is only one thing left to find out.”

“What is that?”

“I still don’t know your name.”

Chapter 7

We both laughed.

“Aiden Colburn.” He said taking my hand and shaking it.

His was course and there was a single large callous underneath his pointer finger. Before he could pull his hand away I turned it over and rubbed it gently with my thumb. He shifted in his chair.

There was no use is prolonging the inevitable. My mind was made up. Aiden Colburn was going to be my rebound and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

“What is this from - Aiden?” I asked looking into his eyes while I continued to play with the callous. When it was time for Sarah Kinsely to turn on the sexy, she turned it
on
.

“My knife.” He said. I assumed it was typical wear and tear that chefs experience working long hours in kitchens, but I found his sudden inability for story telling - telling.

“Does it hurt?” I continued to stroke it with my thumbs.
God, men are easy.

“No,” he brought his other hand onto mine, “It feels good.”

Time seemed to slow down. Each movement felt fluid and timeless like I was half awake. I leaned my head against the back of the couch opening my neck up. I wanted him to take it. To lean in and have me.

He picked up on the signal. A good sign. His hand slid up my arm sending a tremble through my body. It rounded up my shoulder and touched my neck. My nerves exploded at his touch and each millimeter his hand caressed my neck sent a thousand tiny tingles to my spine. I closed my eyes unable to keep them open any longer. My mouth opened slightly. He ran his thumb across my bottom lip.

“You have incredibly beautiful lips.” Was all he said.

I kissed his thumb softly, gently before he brought that hand to my lower back. I could feel him leaning in. I could smell his mix of shampoo and spices. I yearned for our lips to meet, but I was to be disappointed.

The host who had shown the girls and me through the house just hours earlier entered the room.

“Aiden?” He said.

We both shot up, acting like we had been casually chatting the entire time.

“Yes Alejandro?” Aiden said.

“The other three girls have left.”

“What?” We both said at the same time.

The host directed his comments to me this time.

“Yes, it seems that they have taken off and left you here. Their car is missing and I can’t seem to find them.”

I panicked. I grabbed my purse that I had been lugging around for the entire evening and checked my phone. Sure enough there was a text from Peyton, one from Angela and one from Lizzy. They all said:

Have fun tonight! ;-)

I felt a smile cross my face as I half cursed them all for leaving me like this. I nodded to Aiden who understood.

“Ok, thanks man. I will take care of it, you go home you have already worked too hard today.” Alejandro said his goodbyes and left.

“I am so sorry.” I said, embarrassed that once again I had so little control of the situation.

“Don’t worry about it. I can take you home right now if you would like.” He stood to go find his keys.

“No thanks.” I said waiting for his reaction.

“Really?”

“Yea, if it isn’t too much trouble.”

Aiden smiled at this. He came back to the couch and sat closer to me. I could feel the heat of his body and it made my spine tingle again.

“I’m glad you want to stay.” As soon as the words left his lips I could feel his hand cradling the back of my neck. His lips pressing into mine. I could have melted into the couch in an instant were it not for his body leaning over mine and his arms holding me. I ran my hands over his shoulders feeling how thick and solid they were. I dug my fingers into them trying to break through.

I thought about this intimate moment and how familiar it felt. I realized that what we were doing was only the physical outpouring of what we had shared twice already before when he had prepared his special meals for me. I thought of that closeness which he shared with me and I wanted to return the feeling.

I broke free of his lips. His eyes opened wide.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

I didn’t say anything. Instead I unbuttoned one of his sleeves and pulled it back up to his elbow. I ran my finger lightly along his forearm tracing and outlining the geometric shapes carved in ink on his skin. I wondered what their significance was.
There is so much more to you than meets the eye.

I turned his palm over in my hand. I traced the creases, the edges and the scars in his hand with my finger. I rubbed his palm with mine to feel each ridge, each experience, each meal he had prepared for others, each intimate moment shared. My soft hand glided smoothly over his. He shuddered and clinched his jaw in reaction. I pulled his hand up to my lips and kissed his wrist gently. I let my lips play their way up the inside of his forearm kissing each tattoo separately.

“Damn, you are sexy.” He said.

I looked up into his eyes as I kissed his arm. I could hear his breath deepen. I stopped. He felt tense, like a coiled snake ready to pounce.

I stepped off the couch half knowing what to do next. He was mine now and it empowered me but I wasn’t used to having such power over men like Aiden. I was venturing into unknown territory and it was exciting. I knelt down in front of him. His eyes showed his surprise. Starting at his knees I gently, sensually, slowly inched my hands towards the bulge that was now forming just below his waist.

He moaned. It was deep and animalistic. I became more turned on with each inch that I crept up his legs. I grasped his thick thighs now and pulled myself closer to him. I imagined what might happen if I were to go all the way.
What surprises and wonders would Pandora’s Box hold for me?

Aiden seemed to be in a hypnotic trance, simply watching this all take place. This hold I held on him was intoxicating. My own body seemed to be in its own trance. It no longer followed my commands. I watched as my hands crept closer and closer to his midsection.

Finally, I saw my hands reach his belt. My heart fluttered. I was ready to see what lay hidden behind the trap door. To my surprise, taking the belt off was easy. I nearly looked like I had done this before. The hard part was getting the jeans open. My thumbs and fingers had decided without me that they were going to choose this moment to stop working. I fiddled and fumbled with the top button. I strained with both hands, putting my entire upper body strength behind the effort, to free the button from its latch.

Aiden, still in his hypnotic-like trance, didn’t seem to notice until my right hand slipped.

Almost in slow-motion I saw my hand release its hold on the button of his jeans and go slamming into his now apparent erection. A barely audible
thud
proceeded the agonizing groan of Aiden as he clutched his crotch and fell off of the couch. The trance was now broken. He writhed in pain on the floor as I stood there, mouth agape, looking for the closest hole to hide in.

“Get me some ice.” Aiden groaned.

“Where?”

“In the cupboard.”

Right. The cupboard where he poured us drinks.

I searched the mini fridge. There was ice but no bags. I looked around the room in a panic for something to hold the ice in.
Nothing
. As the night slipped further into a waking nightmare of embarrassment I was struck with a momentary stroke of genius. I opened the mini fridge again, grabbed my tool of choice and ran over to Aiden who was making gagging noises.

“Here.” I shoved it to him.

“Soda? Are you serious? I need something for my freaking balls not something to drink.”

“This
is
for your balls.” I pushed his hands out of the way and put the cold soda on where I approximated the trajectory of my hand had landed. He let out the sound you make when you jump feet first into a shallow pool of cool water. Then a deep sigh. Then uncontrollable laughter.

I sat down exacerbated by the experience and started laughing as well.

“You know, this actually feels pretty good. I might have to try this alone some time.” He said between laughing fits.

“Or next time we could just start with this.” I said hoping he caught the hint that I wanted there to be a next time.

Color returned to his face and he sat back up.

“Next time for sure.” He smiled. “Maybe we should call it a night. I am not going to be much good for the next few hours anyways. Would you be comfortable staying here tonight?”

I tried to find reasons why I wouldn’t be comfortable spending the night in a house that had more amenities than a spa and said, “Yea, that should be fine.”

Chapter 8

Meet a complete hunk of a man, smash his balls and then sleep in his mansion?
Check.

I awoke the next morning secretly hoping that Aiden had gone off to one of his restaurants for work. It was Sunday after all and the brunch crowd must have kept him and his staff very busy. I figured if I woke up at just the right time I might be able to make an escape and walk home to save my dignity. Instead, I woke to the sound of crackling bacon and the aroma of fresh pancakes and tangy orange juice.

The sheets felt soft and I snuggled myself more deeply into them until I was almost lost in the sea of fluff. I resigned my desire for immediate escape and promised myself I would do so once my belly was full.
It’s never a good idea to perform the walk of shame on an empty stomach.

I had gone to sleep in just my bra and panties but I didn’t much feel like putting my dress back on. It was far too early to try and make that look good. Instead, I looked through the drawers of the guest bedroom Aiden had set me up in last night and found a stack of his shirts. I must have been in a very flirtatious mood because the idea of walking into the kitchen wearing just one of his shirts really turned me on.

I found a nice long white button up and tried it on. It was perfect. It showed just enough without screaming “
do me. I’m easy
”. I found a pair of his socks and put those on as well. I found a mirror.

“Damn you look sexy girl.” I said as I checked all angles.

I brushed my teeth, pulled my hair back and made my way downstairs to the kitchen where Aiden was furiously cracking eggs, flipping pancakes and forking bacon.

“Goodmorning.” I said making my way to the dining room table where the girls and I were treated to dinner last night.

“Goodmorning.” Aiden said focusing intently on the scrambled eggs.

“I hope you like-” He turned around, ”Oh - Good morning.”

His eyes started at the top of my head but seemed to rest on my exposed legs now curled up on the dining room chair.

“I borrowed a shirt. I hope you don’t mind.”

He smiled and brought me a plate of breakfast.

“I do not mind at all.” He enunciated each syllable like he meant it.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of the front pocket of my -
his
- shirt.

How was last night? We need deets! :-)

It was from Lizzy. I put the phone back in the pocket. There really wasn’t anything to report except that I punched a chef in the balls and now he was serving me breakfast. A good story sure, but not what these girls wanted to hear. I figured I would text her back once I had the juicy details they wanted.

“You don’t have work today?” I asked.

“I took the day off.” Aiden said as he sat down next to me. He dug into his food.

“That’s good, you probably needed a break anyways after last night right?”

He laughed.

“Actually, if you don’t have any plans I want to take you somewhere.”

“Wait, what?”

“If you didn’t have any plans I was thinking we might go on a picnic.”

“A picnic?”

He pointed toward a stack of soft coolers.

“Did it all this morning.” He said.

I was impressed and worried at the same time.
Did he even go to sleep last night?
Thoughts of last night came flooding back to me. It had all been so hot and heavy right up to that point when-

“Sure. Why not?” I said.

After breakfast I took a shower. It wasn’t just any shower either. The bathroom floors were heated, the shower itself had three shower heads that sprayed water in 15 different settings. It was a shower but it felt like a massage.
A girl could easily get used to this.

The hardest part about that morning was keeping the naughty thoughts at bay. Despite the momentary lapse in hand coordination last night had turned something on inside of me. Something that needed a man’s tending to. For a moment, while standing naked in the shower, I considered calling out to Aiden. I pictured the two of us together, naked, being massaged by the three headed shower. Being massaged by each other. I could almost feel his large, rough hands gliding over my body as he soaped me up. It was erotic. But it was distracting and considering how awkward I had been last night with my hands introducing the element of being wet and slippery didn’t seem to be a good idea. I pushed the thoughts out of my head like a puritan.