“I feel ridiculous.”
Aiden tugs at my side braids. “Well, you look stunning. You make one hot cowgirl.”
I kick my foot out, admiring one of my boots. I found them in my closet, yet I couldn’t remember an occasion when I’d worn them. They fit like a second skin, so they had obviously been broken in. “These boots are the most comfortable things I’ve ever put on my feet.”
“You should wear them more often. Your outfit is seriously a turn-on.” He tugs slightly on my braids so that I’m forced to take a step toward him.
Then, he kisses me, warm and soft, his mouth open and inviting. When he pulls away, my body is a hot pile of desire, and I’m drunk in pleasure.
“We could stay here and make out in between trick-or-treaters.” My voice is heavy with need.
Aiden wraps his arms around my waist a
