Terms of Agreement

34. Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Charlotte

M y eyes widened when Aiden’s mouth crashed against mine. I hadn’t expected this. I’d been quietly freaking out ever since the kiss at the pub—the kiss that had been playing on a loop in my mind ever since it happened. The plan had been to get home, have a mild meltdown, scream into a pillow and call Becky tomorrow to debrief. Instead, I was pushed up against my open front door and Aiden was kissing me… again!

His lips were soft and his kiss gentle, tentative at first, as if he were seeking permission. And it was only when my eyes fluttered closed and I allowed myself to lean into the kiss that he truly let loose. One of his hands skated across my hip, coming to rest on my lower back and the other reached up to cradle the back of my neck, tilting my head back as he deepened the kiss. Pulling my body against his, he pressed me to the door, groaning into my mouth when my lips parted in surprise.

A hum of pleasure reverberated from deep within my chest, my skin tingling where his hands had burned a delicious path up my body. As need smothered my initial shock, my hands moved from my sides to wrap around his neck and it wasn’t long before my fingers buried themselves in his hair. My hands fisted his hair, holding his mouth to mine as his tongue slipped between my lips and flicked against mine. And when I let out a soft moan, his grip on me only tightened, one arm around my waist holding me to his body and the other at the nape of my neck, angling my head upwards to give himself better access to my mouth.

I took a shuddering breath as Aiden broke our kiss, his teeth teasing my lower lip as he kissed next to my mouth and down my neck. I focused on my breathing, well aware that I was quickly turning into a panting, writhing mess. And I bit my lip to muffle the sounds begging to escape from my mouth, but when he placed a soft kiss just below my left ear, I whimpered, my fingers tightening reflexively in his hair.

Aiden’s large, muscular thigh slipped between my legs, and I arched my chest towards him, my nipples straining against the fabric of my bra. Encouraged, Aiden forged a trail down my neck, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin. Oh, shit. I groaned, pressing down against his thigh. I let out a soft, needy whimper as the heat pooled in my stomach, sparks of desire dancing across my skin. He pulled back, cupping my cheek in one hand and resting his forehead against mine. Wait. My eyes snapped open. Was it over?

I bit my lip, pleased to see that his chest was heaving just as hard as my own. And I could feel the short puffs of his panted exhalations against my neck. I couldn’t hold back the slight tremor that wracked my body at the sensation of his breath on my sensitive skin. His eyes flew open, his pupils blown wide, with only the faintest ring of gold surrounding them.

‘Do you want to come in?’ I stammered, my voice a husky whisper as my heart hammered against my chest.

‘Fuck yes,’ he growled, pulling me in for another kiss. There was nothing soft or gentle about our kisses now. He devoured my mouth as we stumbled into the entryway, his fingers undoing the buttons of my coat and pushing it off my shoulders. I was lost in the sensation of his lips, tongue, teeth, and taste. My fingers tightened around the lapels of his coat to pull him closer. I needed him closer. ‘Come with me.’

Aiden took a step back and, catching my hand in his, he stepped backwards into my apartment and towards the living room. My heart pounded painfully beneath my ribs and my newly discovered libido ached to follow him. But my mind was a mess of thoughts, questions, and desires. What was I thinking? Asking him to come in here. I’d never done anything like this. Was I really going to do this? I raised my free hand to my mouth, the skin still tingling from the heat of that kiss. I wanted to. And that alone was enough to have me taking a step forward. I stumbled, my foot catching on my discarded coat.

‘Shoes!’ I squeaked, and both of our gazes dropped to our feet. In a flash, Aiden was shucking off his sneakers. I was not so lucky. I felt the heated flush of desire on my skin cool into an embarrassed burn as I fumbled with the buckles of my boots from hell.

‘Here.’

Aiden lowered to his knees in front of me, the move stretching the denim across his muscular thighs, as one of his hands slid up my calf. His fingers moved behind my knee as his hooded gaze sought mine, seeking permission through the curtain of curls that had cascaded over my shoulder when I bent forward.

Heart in my chest, I nodded once, my stomach swooping at the sight in front of me. At some point, Aiden’s own coat had been lost to the floor, leaving him in that midnight blue jumper that hugged the muscles of his chest and back in all the right places. Running his palm down my leg, his hand came to a stop at my ankle as he lifted my foot to rest on the thigh that I’d been pressing myself against mere moments before. My cheeks flushed at the memory as desire pooled between my legs. I looked on as Aiden’s gaze travelled up my leg and, so quickly I thought I’d imagined it, his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

With aching slowness, Aiden unbuckled and unzipped my boots, his featherlight touches sending sparks of electricity up my leg and towards my molten core. I swallowed thickly as Aiden slipped off my boot. His gaze lifted to mine and held it as he set to work on my other shoe.

Aiden’s fingers traced the top of my boot, ghosting the skin of my ankle as his mouth twisted into a wry smile, his eyes glinting with a heady mixture of mischief and desire. I shook my head in an attempt to clear it, but then Aiden leaned forward and pressed the softest kiss to my nylon-covered thigh, and I was left blinking as I tried to remember how to breathe.

Once he’d set the second boot to the side, he rose to meet me and caught my lips in a kiss as we stumbled into the living room. My hands curled into the soft fabric of his jumper and I was relieved to feel his own heart beating as wildly as mine was.

With a groan, he sank down to the sofa, pulling me down beside him, his lips never leaving my skin as he kissed a path across my cheek and down my neck. It turns out the mewling noises I’d read about in books? Not entirely fictional. The noises slipped past my lips and Aiden kissed a path up my neck, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

‘Aiden.’ My voice came out raspy and breathless as he sucked at the skin under my ear. His hands slipped down my body to encircle my waist, and in one seamless move, he lifted me onto his lap, the material of my skirt straining against the movement as my legs spread to straddle him. My skin was burning with want. I was already so wet and all that separated me from my release were a few lawyers of clothing. I let out a quiet groan of frustration and squeezed my thighs in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure that had been building between my legs. My head dropped forward as I tucked my chin, resting my forehead against his shoulder as the hand that had been around my waist moved to rest on my ass. I snuck a quick glance at the small space between our bodies, noting that my skirt had ridden up and was now exposing the tops of my thighs.

‘Fuck, Charlotte,’ Aiden’s breath was hot against my neck as he continued placing small kisses over my sensitive skin, ‘do you have any idea how sexy you are?’ His fingers burned a path across my hip, stopping once they reached the hem of my skirt, carefully toying with the fabric, not daring to go further.

I lifted my head, opening my eyes to find Aiden watching me through heavy lids. His pupils darkened with desire. I bit my lip. He was turned on. I could feel his erection beneath me, so hard that it was rubbing against my core. He was hard. And he was still here. He asked to come in. He kissed me. He pulled me onto his lap. He wanted me. The realisation was as shocking as it was empowering and so, high on my own arousal, I cautiously moved my hips over the seam of his zipper.

His hands moved, his fingers splaying across my hips as he pulled me down onto his lap, bringing my core flush against the zipper of his jeans and sending a zap of need straight to my clit. My head fell back with a sharp gasp and Aiden took the opportunity to catch my lower lip between his, sucking on it gently as he angled his hips upwards to meet mine.

Oh. My. God.

‘Yes,’ he hissed, his eyes screwing shut as his head fell back against the sofa and his hold on my hips tightened, holding me in place. Emboldened by the intensity of his reaction, I moved again, slowly dragging myself over that seam, biting down on a soft groan as my clit rubbed against the fabric between us.

Aiden’s head jerked back up at the sound of my muffled groan, his eyes zeroing in on the lip caught between my teeth, a wicked smile spreading across his mouth. Gaze intent on me, his fingers digging into the skin of my hips, he started to move my body back and forth over his erection.

‘Ah,’ I stuttered out a breath, my head falling forward as heat pooled in the pit of my stomach. Every pull against him excited the needy bundle of nerves between my legs and I didn’t know how much more I could take.

One of Aiden’s hands slipped up my waist and under my jumper, his fingertips dragging inwards across my ribcage and over my breasts. There was only a thin thermal top and my bra separating him from my skin, and I halted my movements, peering up at him through lowered lashes. Waiting and wondering what would come next.

‘God, you’re beautiful,’ Aiden murmured, sliding his hand to my back and pulling me into another kiss. My heart swelled at the gentle touch of his lips against mine, even as his fingers pressed into my skin, holding my body in place. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue entry as my knees slid further apart and I pressed my swollen clit closer to his erection.

A low groan rumbled through Aiden’s chest and, leaning into our kiss, his hand slipped out from under my jumper to encircle my throat, tilting my head back to better access my mouth. Tentatively, my tongue slipped into his mouth, swirling with his as I tasted and explored, my kiss growing more fervent as the pressure between my legs built.

Aiden’s fingers move beneath the fabric of my skirt, letting out a grunt of surprise when he realised I was only wearing stay ups—leaving the rest of my leg, and ass, open to his touch. He groaned as his fingers cupped my ass, thrusting his hips upwards and providing me with the glorious friction I needed. I rocked over his lap, my hands moving from his chest up onto his shoulders as I used them to leverage my momentum. Moving back and forth over the erection, I chased the friction of the fabric against my clit.

‘Cupcake,’ Aiden groaned against my lips in warning, his hand slipping from my throat to my breast, pressing and squeezing me through the fine knit of my jumper. ‘If you don’t stop, I’m going to embarrass myself.’

I smirked against his lips, secretly thrilled by the thought. That I wasn’t alone in what I was feeling. In what I was chasing. I broke our kiss, moving my mouth to kiss my way down his neck, mimicking his earlier movements and biting and sucking down the contours of his throat. Aiden let out a breath, his hum of pleasure caressing the exposed skin of my neck as I slowly swirled my hips, pressing more firmly against the bulge beneath me.

With infuriatingly calm, collected movements, Aiden’s hands pulled at the fabric of my jumper, untucking the thermal underneath it and pressing his palm to my bare skin. The feel of his warm palms sent a wave of pleasure through my body. His hand moved up my stomach, pressing gently against me and encouraging me to arch my back, his fingers coming to a stop at my chest.

Chest heaving, I watched him through hooded eyes, noting the exact moment his gaze landed on the soft pink lace of my bralette, his eyes darkening with want. Slowly, and with more control than I would have been able to muster, Aiden leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss just above my breast. I pushed aside my questions, my doubts, my worries. There’d be time to overthink everything later. I forced my focus on the desire simmering in my veins. Closing my eyes, I let a soft, contented sigh slip through my parted lips as my back arched towards him, lifting my breasts closer to his lips.

‘Open your eyes, Charlotte.’

I did, looking down my body to find Aiden’s eyes on my face, studying my reaction as he slipped a long index finger into the cup of my bra, circling my breast and, pulling the lace down, bared my peaked pink nipple.

‘Aiden.’ I wanted this. I needed this. Even if this was all there was. ‘Please.’

He tucked his chin, and with agonizing slowness, dipped his head to my breast. My heart was racing, my chest heaving as I fought to stay still in Aiden’s lap. But when he sealed his mouth over my nipple, I let out a cry as my hips jerked forward over his.

That was all it took for Aiden to lose all of that frustrating self-control. He flicked my nipple with his tongue, alternating between sucking and teasing the sensitive bud. His hand on my hip tightened its grip as he pulled me back and forth over his erection, his hips rocking up to meet mine.

I shuddered, my fingers digging into Aiden’s hair, my nails scraping lightly against his scalp as the pressure built inside of me, pulling tighter within me. Aiden jutted upward, releasing my nipple in time to swallow the gasp that escaped me. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he kissed me. We devoured each other, a mess of tongue and teeth, as I canted my hips over his hardness.

‘Aiden… I need…’ I whimpered breathlessly, unable to formulate the words as need consumed me. But he already knew. His hand slipped between our bodies, his fingers coming to rest on the small triangle of lace that covered my clit. After a moment’s hesitation, his eyes seeking mine once more, Aiden pressed his thumb softly against the swollen bundle of nerves. My head fell back, my lips parting in a groan of ecstasy as my hips jutted into his hand.

‘God, Charlotte,’ Aiden swore, his eyes roaming hungrily over my face, my lips, the bunched up fabric of my jumper, and down to the lace of my thong. ‘You’re so wet.’

‘Yes,’ I moaned, grinding myself against his length and dropping my head to his shoulder.

‘For me?’ he asks, his thumb circling my clit, using my arousal to lubricate his fingers.

I trembled under his touch. Moving up and down against his hand, grinding my hips over his erection at the bottom of each thrust. My thighs clenched in anticipation, the rasp of his voice seeming to reach all the way down and stroke the flames of desire burning within me. I bit my lip, nodding into his shoulder as the pressure grew inside me, my movements becoming faster and shorter as my body trembled against him.

‘That’s it, Cupcake,’ he murmured, slipping his finger between my folds, dragging the lace of my thong over my swollen clit.

‘Oh God… Aiden,’ I moaned, my pulse pounding in my ears as the tingling sensation spread through my abdomen and down my legs. ‘I’m going to…’

‘Come for me, Charlotte.’

It was my name that did it. The way it passed his lips, equal parts blessing and curse as he rubbed two fingers against my clit, increasing the pressure and speed against the swollen bud as I thrust against him.

‘Aiden,’ I cried, my breath coming in quick gasps as something inside me tightened, spiralled, and snapped. I shuddered against him, his fingers slowing, but not stopping, allowing me to ride out the wave of one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.