wishful thinking [rated-M]

The breeze coming in from the open window was cool, especially so against her bare, damp skin. She could smell the faint scent of the sweet olives wafting in with it and that, combined with the lazy stroke of his fingers on her back, lulled her into a hazy, dream-like state. This was something she could get used to. The chase had lasted for weeks - it went on for so long, in fact, that she'd begun to doubt the outcome. Jordan had seriously thought there for a little bit that nothing would ever happen, that maybe he really wasn't all that interested after all and she'd only imagined those moments of intensity when his eyes drifted over to her - had some how conjured them up out of her own desperate want. But now here she was, languid and spent after three energetic and impassioned hours of hot, sweaty sex, feeling very much like a well-sated house cat licking her whiskers, and almost entirely convinced that she'd just been to heaven and back.

"It's almost four." His deep voice was low and throaty. It was the kind of voice that she felt just as much as she heard, made even sexier by the fact that it was the kind of voice one did not expect from a man his size. Aaron was slender, only a few inches taller than she was, and could probably fit into her jeans. But then he opened his mouth and that low, gorgeous baritone rolled out and made her skin goosebump. She remembered one of the first times she'd seen him - he'd had a presence to him, a kind of lazy and brooding confidence, but it was hearing his voice that had really made her look twice.

She traced a finger over the dark lines on his arm, admiring the design of the sleeve. The tattoo went from his shoulder to his elbow, inky swirls and shapes intermingling with vague references from music and other places. It was one of the other things she'd found incredibly attractive about him. "You kicking me out?" She asked, her own voice light and teasing.

The hand caressing her back continued without interruption but the one he'd had on her thigh began to show its own signs of movement, his thumb brushing lightly across her skin. It had been too warm to cover up afterwards; she'd been hot and sticky and the open window was a much needed refreshment. Now, her skin still felt a little damp but the breeze and his fingers were starting to send delicious little shivers up and down her spine. It felt more than good.

"I don't think so," Aaron replied, with a hint of amusement. She could detect in her the slow build up of warmth again as he asked, "You have anything to do tomorrow?"

Jordan made a sound of dissent, her fingers still tracing over his tattoo. "Nothing. No class on Wednesdays."

"Good." He paused. "You want coffee in the morning?"

She stretched a little and tilted her head up to kiss the side of his throat, just under his jaw. "Mmm, Starbucks?"

"Yes, snob."

She could feel the low words vibrate up out of his throat as he spoke, and pressed her lips against his Adam's apple gently, becoming a little more aroused. It didn't help that his hand on her thigh had begun caressing a little more determinedly. "Of course," she murmured, and moved her attention to his jaw line.

It was an attention that didn't last long. The hand on her back moved up her spine into her hair, threading his fingers through the already tangled strands, and pulled her head back as he shifted down to kiss her. His mouth moved expertly over hers as his body did the same, lifting her leg over his hip as he edged his way in between her legs. She arched up against him and both gave low, shuddering breaths at that southern contact before resuming the kiss with a little more force.

It still surprised her how fast the need built up - he could make her uncomfortably warm with one look. The rest went unsaid.

Aaron hooked her other leg around him and then shifted even closer, sliding one throbbing warmth into another. They were a snug fit, and his slow, leisurely movements produced for both of them the same exquisitely painful sensations they'd indulged in only an hour before. As their momentum picked up, he couldn't seem to keep his mouth off of her, moving over her neck and breasts with his tongue and his teeth as she raked her fingers through his short hair and dug her heels into his back to push him even closer. The easy summer pace they'd set gave way to one that was much harder, and a little frantic.

And then there was the peak, the head over heels plunge, and then a gradual dissipation that left behind a kind of hazy, mild fog of pleasure that still tingled every now and again. Aaron half sighed, half groaned into her neck, and swore under his breath exhaustedly. "I'm just going to stay here," he muttered, and rolled his hips against hers almost playfully. The slight shivers that followed were a pleasurable reminder that he was still buried inside her.

"Comfortable?" She asked, amused.

He grinned against her neck and then kissed a particularly tender spot, his tongue flicking against the already bruising skin. "Yes," was his eventual, matter-of-fact answer.