That Crazy Kind of Love

Both of us were attending the local college in town, with me going full-time and Aiden going part-time. He worked at Mickey’s still, and when I wasn’t in class, I picked up some nightshift hours at the local bar and grille in town, much to Aiden’s disapproval. But I had to contribute to our bills and couldn’t hope that the money my parents had been saving for me all these years, and what Aiden brought home, was enough. I didn’t want us to have to scrape by all the time.

And even if there were times money was tight, seeing as we were two working college students, we made things work. We were a pretty damn good team.

“Is your mom coming over this weekend for dinner?”

He started kissing my neck, and I giggled as his scruff tickled my skin. “Yeah. She said she’d make lasagna.”

“Mmm,” I hummed. “She makes the best.”

“She really does; not to mention, she makes enough for a football team instead of just the three of us.”

I chuckled and nodded. It was true, but we didn’t complain, because it fed us for the rest of the week.

Before I knew what Aiden was doing, he was standing, lifted me easily in his arms, and strode to the couch. He sat down, and I straddled his body. He curled his hands around my waist, lifting his hips at the same time he pulled me down farther on him. I gasped as I felt the hard outline of his erection.

“I love you,” he said and stroked his hand down my back. “You’re it for me, Harlow.”

I pulled back and looked at him. Cupping his stubble-covered cheeks in my hands, I leaned down and kissed him. “I love you too,” I whispered.

I deepened the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my chest flush with his now. I knew where this was leading. Before things could get too heated, Aiden was off the couch and helping me to stand.

“What are you doing?” I was a little confused, because the feel of his arousal and the sight of it all but tearing through his jeans told me he wanted this just as badly.

“I need you in a bed, baby.”

Hearing him say that had my pulse jumping. He took my hand and started leading us toward the hallway to where our bedroom was. But before we got there, Aiden stopped and cupped the sides of my neck, leaning down to kiss me. My back was pressed to the wall, my breathing frantic.

The kiss was almost frenzied in nature, but then, as if he realized it was spiraling out of control, he slowed. I wanted to demand he continue, to be rough; he was looking at me with this primal need in his eyes.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, and he didn’t make me wait. He had his mouth slammed back on mine, his tongue moving against my own. My panties were wet, and my clit throbbed in time with my pulse.

He broke the kiss and started dragging his lips up and down my throat, and all I could do was rest my head back on the wall and close my eyes as sensations moved through me. Aiden started sucking at the base of my throat, and I didn’t stop the erotic moan that left me.

“I need you,” I said without hesitation, without shame.

“You have me,” he murmured against my skin. “Tell me what you want, Harlow.” He pressed his erection into my belly, and I made a low, desperate sound.

God, I wanted him so bad.

“Tell me,” he said more fiercely.

“I want you inside me.”

* * *

Aiden

Fuck.

Hearing her say she wanted me inside her tight, hot body was like an electrical shock to my cock. My dick jerked in my pants as if I were some overly eager teenager. I wanted her desperately, but I also knew there was no fucking way I’d last once I was in her. I never did, not when the woman I gave myself to over and over again was Harlow.

“God, Aiden,” she moaned in this sexy little breathy tone. “I need you now.” Her words were a seductive song that brushed along my temple.

I couldn’t help but groan against her flesh. I slipped my hand down her side and curled my fingers under the hem of her shirt. Her skin was so damn soft as I dragged my fingers under the fabric until I reached the edge of her bra. Fuck, I could feel the lace, so feminine, and had to force myself to slow down, to savor this moment.

But when Harlow speared her hands into my hair and pushed my head down and toward her chest, I broke.

“Touch me, Aiden. Touch me everywhere.”

I glanced up at her, saw how she closed her eyes, watched as she parted her lips. She was so primed for me, needing me.