Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Aidan’s apartment is…well, just as amazing as the man himself. Decorated with shades of gray and dark wood with pops of yellow and orange, it’s both comfortable and stylish.
I don’t spend a whole lot of time exploring it, though, because the second Aidan locks the door behind us, he sweeps me off my feet.
He throws me over his shoulder in a full-on fireman hold, and I squeal, giggling and shrieking as he strides down the hallway and kicks open a door. I feel kind of like I’m flying in the seconds before my back hits the mattress, and I bounce a little, dizzy with excitement and anticipation. I blink, finding Aidan leaning over me with a hunger in his eyes that makes me shiver.
My panties are soaked, and I can feel my own wetness on my inner thighs, a desperate pulsing heat between my legs. I want nothing more than to beg him to touch me, to fill me, but…I need to tell him something first.
“Aidan,” I pant, arching up as he lowers himself, stealing my words off my lips as he kisses me.
His tongue explores mine, and I’m lost in the feel of him. I gasp as his mouth leaves mine to trail kisses over my jaw to my neck, pleasure shooting through me when he sucks lightly on my racing pulse point. My need heightens.
“Aidan, I…” God, I can’t form a proper thought with him doing that. “Stop.”
Immediately, he halts, rising off me in an instant. I mourn the contact, reaching for him to stop him from putting any distance between us.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says, but my eyes are locked on the hard bulge behind his jeans. I squirm, thinking about having that inside me.
“I want this!” I insist, shaking my head. “I just need to tell you something.”
“You can tell me anything.”
Dear God, how is this man real? I reach for him, and he comes easily, wrapping me in his arms so we’re both lying on our side facing each other. He kisses me softly, and I sigh happily against him before I force myself to stop and try to speak again.
“I want this. Want you,” I repeat, knowing my voice is breathless and thready from the lust threatening to burn me alive. “It’s just…um…” Just say it, Autumn! “I’ve never done this before?”
A furrow appears between Aidan’s brows, and I bite my lip, waiting.
“You…” he murmurs, realization making his eyes go wide. “You’re a virgin?”
I nod, and in the next second, he’s looming over me again, his knee between mine, making my thighs part on instinct. I gasp as his thigh presses against the juncture of my thighs, his body heat and the pressure of his contact a total tease.
“Are you telling me, sweetheart, that I’m the only man who’s ever touched you…” Aidan murmurs, and I shudder as his fingers tug up the hem of my jumper, then dip between the waistband of my leggings, just enough to graze my skin but not enough to touch me where I really want him to. “...like this?”
Slowly, as if giving me time to change my mind, he slides one finger further down, beneath my clothes, until he finds just how wet I am for him.
“Yes!” I moan, the word both an answer to his question and a pleading for him to keep touching me. His finger strokes through slick folds, teasing my clit and sending red-hot sparks flying through my veins. My pants are digging into me like this, but I don’t care. I just need him to touch me properly.
“Fucking hell,” Aidan groans. “You drive me fucking wild, sweetheart.”
I whimper when he stops touching me, then gasp as he raises his finger, wet from my arousal, to his lips and tastes me on his skin. Oh God. Why is that so hot? Why do I feel like I might actually die if I don’t get to feel him inside me right this second?
“Please—” I start to say, but he cuts me off.
“You don’t need to beg me for anything,” he growls, hands returning to my waist to tug my pants down. I lift my hips, eager to help him, and he yanks my clothes off, tossing them onto the floor. My cozy jumper goes next until I’m left in only my bra and panties beneath him. Seconds later, they’re gone, too. “Whatever you want, I’ll give you. Without question. You don’t need to plead for me to touch you, sweetheart. Trust me when I say I’m going to make this so fucking good for you, you’ll see stars. Christ, Autumn, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Clothes off,” I say immediately, needing to see every inch of him without the layers of clothing hiding him from me.
Aidan grins and tugs his clothes off in record time. “Better, sweetheart?”