“Come for me,” He demands.
And I do, just as his mouth crashes down on mine.
∞∞∞
I smile as I wipe the steam from the mirror, watching as Aiden walks up behind me. He pulls my hair away from my neck and kisses the spot he’s been paying a lot of attention to. When he lifts his head, I spot a large purple spot.
“Aiden! You gave me a hickey,” I snap, thinking of ways to cover it up.
“Just marking what’s mine.” He smirks before kissing it once more.
∞∞∞
I can’t believe that just happened. I can still feel his hands on my hips, thighs, neck and between my legs. I shiver as I remember the pleasure he brought me.
Needing a way to collect myself, I throw on one of Ian’s T-shirts over my tank top and a pair of soffee shorts before going to do my laundry. I’ll burn his shirt once I have something clean and comfy to wear. But first, I need some coffee.
Aiden is leaned against the kitchen counter, flipping through some documents as worry lines crease his forehead. He’s dressed smartly for work, all black of course. I take a moment to admire how his tattoos peak through. I’ve never thought much of tattoos before, but they are sexy on him.
I tiptoe around the kitchen as I get myself a cup of coffee, careful not to disturb him. However, my presence is made known when the mug slips from my hand and shatters against the hard tile.
Aiden looks up, his concentration turning to anger as he stares at me. He sets down the papers on the countertop and takes a deep breath.
“What the fuck is that?”
Taken aback by his unexpected anger, I frown slightly. “Umm...I’m sorry, it slipped.”
He straightens, eyeing me. “No, sweetheart, not the mug.” He gestures to me impatiently. “That shirt you have on. I know it’s not yours.”
“Oh, I didn’t have any more clean clothes and Ian’s shirt was all I had.” I state nonchalantly.
He makes his way to me in two strides, emitting a deep, almost territorial laugh. He places his hand out and demands, “Off.”
I take a step back and bump into the countertop. “It’s just a shirt,” I snap.
“You’re mine.” He growls, his eyes darkening.
Rolling my eyes, I slip it off, thankful I have a tank top on underneath. I watch as he takes it from me and chucks it into the trashcan with a smug look. I bend down to pick up the broken shards, but he redirects me to the counter before grabbing the dustpan and doing it himself.
“Come,” He beckons me to follow and I oblige.
He can be demanding but that’s what I like about him. He knows what he wants, and I’m more than happy to follow his commands.
He seats me on the armrest of the couch before laying his luggage out, revealing an array of neatly folded black T-shirts. He grabs one and slips it over my head, his fingers greedily stealing a touch of my skin as he does so.
I blush when he kisses my forehead and whispers, “Better.” He gestures to the coat rack. “If you want it, my hoodie is over there. Wear it whenever you like.”
The delicious scent of his cologne invades my senses making me dizzy.
“Thanks. Why did you get so jealous? It’s just a shirt,” I question out of curiosity.
He tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Remember our shower?” His warm hands make their way to the nape of my neck.
I nod as butterflies erupt in my stomach.
“I told you, you were mine. I meant it. I may have not gotten to fuck you properly, but I will. You’re mine now. It’s that simple.” His voice is smooth like silk as he kisses his mark on my neck.
My body trembles with need as I eye the bulge in his pants. A sense of satisfaction washes over me, knowing that he wants me as much as I want him.
He uses his knee to nudge my legs apart as his mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue caressing mine. His knee presses against my core and I moan at the flash of pleasure. I’m surprised by how easily he turns me on. I rock my hips, grinding myself against his leg as whimpers escape me, begging him for relief.
He pulls away with a chuckle.
“Why did you move?” I whine, needing more.
He caresses my inner thigh, his thumb lingering dangerously close to where I want it to touch. “I’m going to be late for work if I stay any longer.”
“When will you be back?” I blush, pressing my thighs together to alleviate the ache. I probably sound desperate, but I don’t really care.
His smile grows. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
My eyes fall to the ground, embarrassed by his brazen words. “Umm...”
He cups my face gently. “I’ll be back later,” He promises. “You can hang out with Ashley when she gets home.”
“She’s gone for the next few days. That’s why she was in a rush earlier and didn’t shower.” I remind him, blushing as images fill my mind.
“That’s right.” He hums in thought, his eyes growing dark when he looks down at my fidgeting legs. “Wait, so you’ll be here alone?”
I shrug. “Yeah, but I’ll be fine. If I need anything, I have some friends down the street.”
Crossing his arms, his eyes narrow. “Please tell me you’re not going back to the frat house.”
I bite my lip. “I’ll know if Ian’s around if his car is in the driveway.”
He frowns in thought, carefully running a hand through his styled hair. “Wanna come to work with me?”
I twiddle my fingers as I ponder. It’d be better than having to sit and wait around all day. But can he just
