My heart jumps in my chest. I hadn’t expected him to say it back. I hadn’t expected anything, really. The words just came out.
But the look in his eyes tells me he’s not just saying it back because I said it, and it’s not just sex talk. He holds my gaze and I know that he means it.
The fire in me burns even hotter, making our joining even more urgent. “Aidan,” is all I need to say, and he understands. He begins to move again, more forcefully this time, and it’s heaven.
We continue to stare into each other’s eyes, the intensity of our gazes taking on a physical sensation that intensifies the amazing sensation of his cock inside me, sending me higher and higher.
“You feel so good,” I say, my words coming out in short, clipped breaths.
Aidan moves faster, pushes deeper, pumping in and out of me harder and harder. I’m wound up so tight, ready to burst, and then he reaches down and finds my clit. He strokes it and presses it, and when he pinches it lightly, he pushes me over the edge.
“Aidan!” I cry out, clamping down hard around him as the climax rips through me.
He continues to pump into me as I come, then Aidan buries his face in my neck and his body stiffens. “Amber,” he breathes against my skin, his voice desperate. He pushes deeper, and I feel his cock pulse inside me, over and over, as he lets go.
Afterward, Aidan rolls onto his side and brings me with him so we’re facing each other. Hands, arms, legs entwined, we lie together, staring into each other’s eyes as our breathing finds it way back to normal.
“That was amazing,” I say, never meaning the word more than I do now.
Aidan’s already smiling face flashes a hint of his cocky grin as if he’s thinking Yeah, I know, but his expression turns tender and he strokes the back of his fingers over my cheek. “For me too,” he says.
“Your dad doesn’t come home for lunch, does he?”
“No,” Aidan says, grinning again. “But let’s make sure we’re out of here before he comes home and asks you to cook dinner.”
I laugh and Aidan leans in and kisses my smiling lips.
Chapter 34
Amber
My story is like all the truly classic romances. It’s Saturday night and I’m in a dive bar packed full of drunken losers.
I'm standing by a wall, trying to stay out of the way, when a hand touches my shoulder. I turn, ready to tell some random guy that I'm not interested — that I'm not available — but the guy who’s approached me is crazy hot.
“Are you here alone?” he asks, the corners of his dark eyes crinkling as he smiles.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. “Excuse me a minute,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. I slip it out and check the message. It's from Megan.
OMG!! You will NOT BELIEVE what Eric just did!!!!! Where are you?!?
I laugh out loud, only to get a quizzical look from the guy who's waiting patiently for me.
I'm at the club. Come on over.
I put my phone back in my pocket and smile at the stunning man. “Sorry about that. Where were we?”
“I was wondering if you were alone.”
“I am. For the moment, at least.” I take a step closer to him and feel a twinge of the new and unfamiliar soreness in my body. I've gone from having no experience with sex to having several very amazing experiences over the past few days, and though my body’s feeling the effects of it, it's nothing compared to how happy I am.
“What's your name?” he says as he moves in closer and reaches for a strand of my hair.
I fist my hand in the fabric of his t-shirt and pull, closing the space between us. “I’m Amber,” I say in my sultriest voice. “Who are you?”
Aidan leans in and speaks in a low voice, his breath warm by my ear. “I’m the guy who’s gonna rock your world tonight.”
Epilogue
Aidan
“Is that what you're wearing?” Amber asks.
“What's wrong with this?” I turn toward her and pull at the bottom of my t-shirt, showing it to her. “It's a backyard barbecue.”
“It's a graduation party and our families will be coming,” she says. “How about your blue polo shirt?”
“Since you're the guest of honor,” I say before I pull the shirt over my head. As soon as I have it off, Amber’s right next to me.
She runs a hand across my abs and up over my chest, then opens my jeans and starts to unzip them. “These pants are all wrong too,” she says with a grin.
“Remember when I met you and you were such a good girl?” I say with mock regret. “Now you’re always looking for excuses to get me naked.”
“I'm still a good girl,” she says as she wraps her hand around my cock. The warm squeeze she gives feels so damn good that I groan. The truth is I love the games we play, and the bold, aggressive side she’s discovered with me.
“You're right,” I agree. “You’re a very good girl.” I'm hard after only three tugs and when she flicks my nipple with her other hand, I’m ready to go.