I grind against him like I did at the club and he grabs my waist, rocking back and forth, hardening against me. My breath quickens and I turn to face him.
I’m thankful for the moon as it casts a white glow around us, allowing me to take in Aiden’s perfectly toned body. Ink covers his massive arms and part of his chest. His black hair is messy and he’s wearing only grey sweatpants.
In a swift motion, he rolls on top of me. I gulp as I take in his intimidating size. His eyes take on a wild look as he brings his face to mine. Our lips crash together, and I sink my hand into his thick hair. His mouth expertly navigates mine as we kiss. First kisses are normally off, awkward, but the way I fit perfectly against Aiden’s frame makes me feel protected and comfortable.
He rocks against me and I feel his hardness grazing the inside of my thigh. I moan as he pushes harder against me. I reach out to pull his sweatpants down, but he lifts himself off me the moment I grab them. My stomach drops.
“You don’t want me?” I whisper through ragged breaths, embarrassed by how easy I must seem to him.
Aiden lays down beside me and cups my face. “I want you too much. That’s the problem. I want to rip your panties off and fuck you until you scream my name.”
I shiver at his dirty, heated words. I know I should put more thought into who I give my virginity to, but I don’t care at this point. Hell, I was about to give it to Ian. I would much rather lose it to Aiden.
I want him.
“Then what’s the problem? Is it because I’m throwing myself at you? I’m not normally like this,” I mutter under my breath.
“I know you’re not normally like this. You’re a virgin and shy at that, which means you want me a lot. Which in turn makes me want to fuck you more than I have ever wanted anyone,” He states seriously. A sly smile crosses his face as he continues. “You’re...I’m not going to take...”
I cut him off. “I’m capable of making that choice.”
“You’re drunk.”
I can see the internal battle going on behind his eyes. “No... I’m sober now,” I lie. I’m not completely drunk but I do feel a strong buzz.
“Let’s just go to bed.”
My heart squeezes.
He doesn’t want me now. Why would he? I don’t even know what to do.
“Why didn’t you just take some random girl from the club home since you don’t want someone inexperienced?” I huff and turn my body away, but his firm grip stops me. His deep chuckle irritates me more, and I struggle under his grip.
His eyes burn into mine. “Why would I want any of those sluts from the club?” He scoffs, eyeing me seriously. “Emma, look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous. I can’t control myself around you. I need you to be sober when I do anything to you. I will not do it when you’re drunk.”
He pulls me close and I snuggle my head against his chest. It takes me a long time to wind down and fall asleep as he plays with my hair.
∞∞∞
I admire Aiden’s now soft features as he sleeps. He looks less intimidating.
I wonder how he will be when he wakes up. Since he didn’t drink, he obviously said what he wanted to with a clear mind last night. Still, I can’t imagine why he’s interested. He seems like the type of guy who needs a girl who is certain about her career path, not an inspiring chef who enjoys baking way too much.
I hope he gets up soon, so Ashley doesn’t get upset about him sleeping in my room. A small voice reminds me that she doesn’t mind. But after Ian, I need to take some time to myself, and keep my distance.
My mind scrambles to calm, always landing on the one haven I turn to. Baking. Maybe I’ll make some pastries for breakfast.
I throw on a pair of shorts and head to the kitchen. I pull out the ingredients I need to make raspberry cheese Danishes. Pulling my hair into a messy bun, I plug my headphones in and work quietly.
Twirling around the kitchen, I take the raspberry filling off the stove to cool. Lost in the music, I stiffen when one gets pulled out. I turn, removing the other side, to see Aiden. His hair is a beautiful tousled mess, and he’s still in his gray sweatpants that hang on his hips perfectly. A defined V draws my attention down his inked stomach.
I gulp.
“You’re fulfilling my every fantasy,” He murmurs, closing the small distance between us.
“What? Making breakfast with messy hair?” I laugh.
He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me onto the cold countertop. The way he touches me feels natural. I’ve been trying to keep my distance but maybe…maybe I shouldn’t.
“No, my fantasy of a woman in a kitchen dancing and making me food. The fact that you’re drop dead fucking sexy only makes it harder for me to not take you over the counter here.” He grips my thighs and taps a solitary finger on the marble countertop, emphasizing where exactly he will take me.
My breathing grows ragged and shaky.
“I know you want me, Em.” His eyes burn into mine, his voice a soothing rumble. “I want you more, I can assure you of that. You don’t have to play coy with me.”
Six
Aiden leans in, trailing soft kisses down my jawline.
I wrap my legs around him. The exquisite feeling of his firm hands tightening around me as he lifts me off the countertop sends electric waves to my core.
He walks us toward the hallway, never taking his lips off my neck. “You’re so fucking sexy, Em,” He whispers into my ear.
A shiver runs through me. “I don’t know ab–”
Ashley’s door creaks open, cutting me off.
I scramble despite my legs still being
