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I love how Aidan kisses. It's never too wet, never ever sloppy, and always too impossibly hot for me to handle that my mind simply ceases to function. But most of all, what I love is seeing and feeling what happens when I'm kissing him back.
It shouldn't have been the same for him, but it is. He hungers for me the way I do. Feels out of control like I do. When we kiss, it's just him and me, the two of us driving each other crazy with every little thing we do.
I've always tried to hide what I really feel when I'm this close to another man. I've always thought that I needed to play it safe so that if a man ever chooses to throw me away, I know I've kept a small part of me safe and untouched.
But with Aidan, it's just impossible to hold back. Just no way to hide anything when Aidan is giving me all of him. He wants me so, and he wants me to know this. It's in the fierce strength of his desire as he grips my hair. The force of his need as he kisses me. He wants me so much that I even hear it in the way his own breathing turns into harsh pants as I nibble on his lip and suck on his tongue.
I've never thought myself capable of being wild and wanton, but with Aidan it's as if I can be anyone I want to be...and whatever I will be, he'd always want and need.
When we reach my apartment building, I can't help but laugh as Aidan helps me out of the cab, and I finally see what minutes of making out in the backseat have reduced us to. Aidan looks like he's just walked out of a tornado with his badly mussed hair, crumpled shirt, and...whoa.
A giggle escapes me. "You have lipstick here..." There's a light pink smudge on one corner of his mouth, but when I try to reach up and rub it off, he only captures my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles.
"Leave it," he says with a wicked glint in his eyes. "I like wearing my woman's mark."
Oh dear God, how swoonworthy can this man get?
"You're too perfect." I almost sound like I'm complaining, but it's only because he really is too good to be true, and it's bad for my heart.
"Save those words for the bedroom, baby." Aidan's already pulling me towards the entrance doors while speaking, and my heart beats fast and hard in a mixture of giddiness and nervous excitement. I just can't believe I'm with Aidan again, and unlike before, there's nothing and no one else to stop us from coming together.
I swipe my card inside the elevator, and as soon as the display button for my floor lights up, Aidan backs me into a corner and bends his head to start sucking on my neck.
Oh. My. God.
It feels so unbelievably good, but I still can't help freaking out when the elevator stops on another floor, and I see another tenant step in. He looks up as the doors close, and that's when he sees me in the adjacent corner, with Aidan's mouth still latched to my neck—-
His eyes widen, and a squeak of mortification escapes me. I quickly try shoving Aidan off, but he only chuckles against my skin, and I can only bite back a moan as Aidan starts sucking even harder while the other man gapes at us.
The elevator stops again, a pair of girls walks in, and their jaws drop similarly when they see Aidan still sucking on my neck like a vampire.
Oh God, I give up.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my fingers digging into Aidan's back. I can still feel them staring, but instead of feeling shame and self-disgust, I'm stunned to realize that the whole thing's actually turned me on. Fire races through my veins, and my breasts start to swell and ache while the folds of my sex thicken and grow slick with my need.
"Eighteenth floor."
Aidan nips my tender skin one last time upon hearing the elevator's automated announcement, and I avoid everyone's gazes as Aidan holds my hand and leads me out. But as soon as the doors close on them, I immediately turn to Aidan—-
"I can't believe you did that," I half-wail.
But Aidan only smiles his usual smile, and the message behind it is very clear: I only have the right to complain if his actions didn't turn me on, and since we both know it did...
"Where next?" Aidan demands.
I give him my room number, and after that I'm practically running just to keep up with Aidan's brisk pace. That he's in such a hurry to have sex with me makes me feel like I'm floating, and none of this is actually real. I still think it doesn't make sense for someone like Aidan Blackwood to want me this badly, but unlike before...
I just don't give a fuck anymore.
We finally reach my unit, and I'm not surprised to find my fingers slightly trembling as I key in my passcode.
Finally, oh God.
The moment we're inside, Aidan doesn't even wait for the door to fall shut as he growls his next command.
"Bedroom. Now."
My legs threaten to fold with every step I take, but I make it to the bedroom somehow, and—-ah!
A choked laugh spills past my lips as Aidan literally throws me on the bed, and by the time I've managed to raise myself up in a sitting position, Aidan's already on the bed with me.
Oh!
He's already undressing himself, and my heart races.
"Get naked, baby."
The urgency in his words makes me feel delirious with need, and I find myself equally hurrying to undress myself. Clothes start flying, and in moments I'm naked—-
Oh God.
And so is he.
My mouth dries as I stare at him, and he's just so, so beautiful I wonder dazedly how I'll ever be able to stop staring at him after this. Every naked muscle in his body ripples with such sensual grace that I can't help imagining how they'd feel under my fingers, and when my gaze finally drifts down...
I gulp hard.
It might be my first time to see a man's cock in real life, but instinct alone tells me Aidan's member makes for a formidably impressive sight. It's just so, so long that it juts all the way up to his stomach, and oh my God, I'm so small, and he's so...not small.
"Will that really fit?"
Aidan releases a hoarse chuckle. "For any man, baby...no truer and sweeter words have been spoken." Even while speaking, he's already resumed devouring my naked body with his dark gaze, and while his hungry stare makes me feel flattered and self-conscious all at once, there's just one teensy weensy detail I still need to clear up.
"Um..."
Aidan moves forward, and I find myself lying back against the bed as he positions himself between my legs.
"What is it?"
Aidan looms over me, and while I adore the way his strikingly handsome face fills my vision, I also feel way the bulbous head of his shaft start knocking against the aching folds of my sex, and I know there's no way I won't ask—-
"You didn't actually answer my question," I blurt out anxiously. "Will it really f—-uuuuck!" That's not what I intend to say obviously, but it's what bursts out when I feel the swollen tip of his erection push past my folds, and oh my God, doesn't this mean that a part of him is already inside of me?
My stunned gaze flies up to Aidan, and I catch his lips curving ever so slowly again.
Oh shit.
Aidan smirks, and I'm torn between feeling the most delicious sense of terror and the most dangerous thrill. That smirk of his tells me my Wyoming Keanu is up to no good, but instead of worrying for my safety, I actually find myself wishing he'd keep his promise.
I'm wishing he really is up to no good.
And he isn't.