Beast Brothers 2

“Oh, I’m pretty sure that’s not a good idea,” I say.

“I live with my dad, Amber. All business, remember? But that’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought you might like extra help.”

“I would. I really would,” I say, surprised yet again by the reality of Aidan compared to how I’d been imagining him. He lives with his father? The more I find out about him, the more I realize how little I actually know about him, and how much I’ve assumed.

“What about Wednesday afternoon?” he says.

“I can do that. Is your place far?”

“No, just off campus. Let me see your phone.” He holds his hand out, and I give him my cell without even thinking. He punches in a number, and a moment later his phone rings.

“There. That way we can get in touch if we need to reschedule.” He hands the phone back to me, and our fingers brush as I take it. Heat rushes through me, and I hope he’s too distracted to notice the blush I can feel creeping up my face.

I’m still not convinced it’s the best idea, but it’s really nice of him to offer his time to me, and he has definitely been a good teacher today. I guess I’ll have to resign myself to spending time with a ridiculously good-looking man in order to bring up my chemistry grade.

While Aidan watches, expression serious, I put our meeting in my calendar. “All set then?” he asks.

I nod, get up from my seat, and put everything away in my backpack. When I look up, Aidan’s standing right in front of me. “We’re off the clock now,” he says in a husky voice.

Chapter 8

Amber

Aidan focuses those devastating brown eyes on mine, hooks his fingers in my belt loops, and starts to pull me to him, slowly, very slowly. “Funny thing about chemistry. Some reactions start with a small spark.”

He eases me toward him bit by bit, and I realize he means to kiss me. I know he's not right for me and I should stop him, but as he brings me closer, the part of me that thinks logically is shutting down.

A corner of my mind is screaming that it’s a bad idea, but my body is saying, What’s the harm in one little kiss?

His arm circles my waist, and it feels so right when he pulls me against him. The hard wall of his muscles presses against my breasts, setting me on fire while I try in vain to resist.

“Can you feel it?” he whispers, just before he lowers his head. His lips part mine, his tongue finds mine immediately, and it’s as if no time has passed since we were tangled in each other’s arms at the bar. He picks right back up where he left off, and my body goes from zero to sixty in two seconds.

That’s not true. I was never at zero. From the moment he walked into this room, I was idling and starting to accelerate.

There’s a spark, all right. His kiss heats my lips and starts a fire in my belly. I’m melting from the inside out.

His breathing changes as he tangles his hand in the hair at my scalp and pulls softly, tilting my head back before he kisses a hot trail down my neck. His mouth burns on my skin. My entire body is lit up, eager for his touch.

When his hands slide down to my ass and squeeze, I can’t help moaning. I want his hands on me, everywhere all at once.

He claims my mouth again, this time with an urgency that’s new to me. I’ve kissed guys, of course I have, but it’s never felt like this before. There’s no fumbling uncertainty here; Aidan knows exactly what he’s doing. The lust, the desire, the raw hunger in his kiss both frightens and excites me.

He scoops me up, his hands at the backs of my thighs, his fingers teasingly close to the part of me that’s burning the hottest for him. With instincts I didn’t know I had, I wrap my legs around his waist while I grab tighter to his strong shoulders. He moves us a few steps until my back hits the wall.

He presses my head back with the force of his kiss, his mouth hot and moving fast on mine. At the same time he pushes his hips to mine, pinning me between him and the flat, cool wall behind me, and I feel his erection again. There is absolutely no mistaking it this time. He changes the angle of his body, and his hard cock, straining against rough denim, rubs against a spot on me that makes me cry out.

“Aidan!” I barely manage to keep my voice low, some distant piece of my consciousness reminding me that we are in a small room in a very public area. For the most part, I’m beyond caring. All I want is to feel him again, just like that.

As if reading my mind, he spreads my legs even wider and starts to grind himself against me. Oh my god. His cock is right there, so close to my pussy, with only fabric separating us. I can almost imagine how it would feel to have him pushing inside me.

Our bodies are so close, nearly one, and the strength of his body as he’s holding me up is so fucking sexy. I feel like I’m his, and that’s all I want to be right now.

He continues to grind against me, his breath hot and fast against my ear. The sensations are rising quickly, spreading through me; my breathing is shallow, and suddenly everything is focused right there where his cock is rubbing against me.

“Amber. I want to be inside you.” The low growl of his voice is what sends me over the edge. It’s like fireworks shooting off, white-hot pleasure arcing through me. That little spark is now a full-blown explosion of pleasure, and for a long moment I’m up in the sky bursting into a million pieces. Oh wow, oh fuck, oh Aidan.

I have no idea how much time passes before I’m again aware of my surroundings. One minute? Ten minutes? Still pressed up against the wall, I find his strong arms supporting me as he holds me tight. I’m shaking a little.

I open my eyes to find Aidan staring at me. What is he thinking? I surely wasn’t expecting that to happen; he probably wasn’t either. He said he wanted to be inside me, not have me use his body to do my own thing.

My face is probably flushed red. I know for sure that my breathing is ragged and my panties are soaked. A small part of me is embarrassed, but a larger part has gone wild, craving him as though nothing else matters. Wanting him inside me.

Before I can do something I regret, a sound from the room beyond distracts me and the reality of our surroundings comes crashing back. Sanity kicks a painful hole through the lust in my brain. Failing chemistry wouldn’t be nearly as bad for my scholarship as fucking my tutor in a public building.

Tilting my hips, I slide my legs from his grip. I think they’ll be able to support me, though they feel wobbly with pleasure.

I try to read Aidan’s expression, but I can’t bear to look at him long enough to tell what’s going through his mind. His eyes are a bit wider than usual; I think he’s also surprised by what just happened. Is that good, or is he thinking what a nympho I am?

He starts to say something, but he’s interrupted when someone opens the door. I jump and Aidan quickly turns, his body effectively serving as a shield in front of mine. We didn’t get caught doing anything, but that’s not what it feels like. My emotions are much too strong to hide so quickly.

Aidan tells the people at the door that we’ll be done in a minute. I smooth my clothing and comb my fingers through my hair, and without a word we gather our things and leave.

Another student and tutor are waiting outside the room. I keep my head down and follow Aidan toward the front desk.

“I need to log out. Will you wait for me outside?”

I give him a small nod, still too flustered for words, and rush out of the building. I feel like anyone who sees me will know what just happened. I’m grateful we have plans to study at Aidan’s house, because I’m not sure I can ever go back in the tutoring center.

The fresh air feels better than it ever has, and I hope it helps my flushed skin return to normal. My pulse is still racing, though from desire or nerves, I’m not sure.

Alone with my thoughts, I’m already in a state of disbelief over what just happened. Kissing Aidan in a bar, that was understandable. It was dark, and late, and a bar is a place you go for some fun. But he just gave me the most amazing orgasm of my life in the middle of the day at

the campus tutoring center!

I find myself pacing in a small circle, my path mirroring the confused patterns in my mind. Here I am waiting for Aidan. Again. What am I going to say to him when he comes out?

I don’t have much longer to worry, because he appears at my side without warning, slightly out of breath himself. “Hi,” he says, as if we weren’t just pressed against each other a few moments ago.

“Hi,” I say, suddenly feeling shy.

“Are you okay?” He’s got those eyes focused on me again, those beautiful, thrilling, dangerous, sexy eyes. I manage to meet his gaze this time, and I’m touched when I see what looks like genuine concern in his expression.

I had no idea what to expect from him in this moment. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d made a joke, or been nonchalant, as though he dry-fucks girls up against the study room walls all the time. Who knows, maybe he does. But it makes me feel a little better that he seems to care how I’m feeling after our intense encounter.

“Yes, I’m okay.”

Someone passes close by on a bike just then, and Aidan turns to watch them. He backs a step away from me and looks around the quad for a long moment. I get the impression that he’s deciding how to make his exit, and my stomach goes cold. What if he tells me we shouldn’t get together again?

I switch my bag to the other shoulder and shift my weight. Everything feels so awkward between us now. Maybe I should just say a quick goodbye and head off.