Chapter Fifteen
Aiden’s mouth captures mine in a fierce, hot kiss.
In a flash, his hands are underneath my shirt, tugging at the hem, desperate to get it off.
I help him, our lips breaking apart only long enough for me to yank the shirt over my head before his mouth consumes mine again.
I feel the roughness of his hands skim over my body, and I sink my hands into his silky hair, gripping it tightly.
A groan escapes his throat in response to that, so I tug a bit harder, and then he sinks his teeth into my lower lip, eliciting a gasp of excitement from me.
His hands move around to the clasp on my bra, and he deftly unhooks it.
It begins to fall from me, and I move back so I can take it off.
Aiden stares at my breasts, his gray eyes flashing with desire the second he sees me.
Then he cups my breasts with his hands, eliciting another low, primal groan from him.
“You’re so damn perfect, baby. I’ve dreamed about what your breasts would look like. How they would fit in my hands.”
“Yes, touch me,” I gasp, as all my muscles begin to contract to his every kiss, every touch.
I’m shaking as I feel his hands explore my breasts, and I arch into him as his mouth finds the column of my neck, his tongue running down it, and I whimper. Everything within me is already growing painfully tight, begging for release. He begins kissing my breasts, and I’m about to become unhinged.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs into my skin. “God, Scarlett, I’m not going to last long. I’m barely hanging on now.”
I move my hands to the bottom of his shirt and slide them underneath it, and the second I touch his hard abdomen, I feel him quiver underneath my fingertips.
A powerful feeling rushes through me, knowing how Aiden’s body is responding to my touch.
My kiss. My scent and taste and everything about me.
Just as I’m responding to him.
Aiden tears his mouth away from my neck and rips his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor.
Then our mouths are fused together again, and I feel his hard, muscular chest press against my breasts.
I slip one hand in between us, reaching for the waistband of his black athletic pants.
I dip lower, slipping my fingers inside his pants and skimming the top of his boxer-briefs.
Then I flip the table on consent.
“May I touch you?” I ask, breathing my question across his lips in a whisper.
Aiden begins shaking. “If you do, I might explode, Scarlett. I want you so bad, I’m barely hanging on.”
I’ve never had a man want me like this. It’s urgent and desperate, and Aiden is holding on by a thread.
I kiss him back, but instead of touching him, I quickly lower his waistband, desperate to get to him.
Aiden kisses me harder, his mouth attacking mine, and I feel his hands move to my jeans, fumbling with the zipper.
Then his hands go to my hips, jerking the fabric down, and I stop to help him.
When they’re off, Aiden removes his own pants, standing before me in his boxer-briefs.
I suck in a breath when I see his athletic body fully for the first time.
There are muscles on top of muscles, with massive thighs built by skating and ripped abdominals with beautiful, defined cuts tapering into that hot V-shape.
He has powerful, developed shoulders. Biceps and strong forearms with the veins running through his pale skin.
And when I take in his black boxer-briefs?
He’s massive.
Aiden’s eyes roam over my body, devouring every inch of me as I stand before him in skimpy, black lace panties. I’m shaking from the way he’s looking at me.
From knowing what he wants to do to me.
His mouth crashes back down on mine, his hands in my hair, his hardness pressing into me now and causing me to throb in anticipation.
In a flash, he has me pinned to the sofa, his hot skin on mine, kissing me so passionately I can barely breathe.
Aiden’s fingertips move to my panties, quickly pulling down on the elastic.
“Do I need a condom?” he asks, kissing me again before I can answer.
“No,” I say between kisses. “I’m on the pill. And I’ve been tested recently.”
“Me too.”
Then he stops. Aiden’s hands still and he pushes himself up, gazing down at me. He pauses to catch his breath, and then his eyes meet mine.
“Scarlett, are you sure?” he asks, his gray eyes questioning. “You’re ready to do this? I’ll stop if this isn’t right.”
My throat grows thick. Aiden is barely keeping himself together. He’s desperate for me, he knows I want this, but he’s stopping to make sure I’m okay.
I’m so falling in love with you, I think as I put my hand to his face. As soon as I touch him, his eyes flutter closed before opening again.
“I want this,” I say firmly. “I want you, Aiden. Don’t wait. I want this just as much as you do.”
His gaze doesn’t waver, but I see something shift in his eyes. The passion has been replaced by reverence.
I fight to keep tears from forming in my eyes as he lowers his mouth to kiss me again, not with the ferocity there was before, but with emotion.
I kiss him back in the same way, and then I feel his hand slip between us, his fingertips stroking over the top of my panties.
I gasp, all my muscles painfully throbbing now for release, and I can feel him smiling against my mouth.
“You’re ready for me,” he murmurs against my lips. “Christ, you’re so hot. I can’t wait to feel you around me.”
“Do it,” I beg. “I need you. I want you.”
Aiden slips a finger underneath my panties, and just as he’s about to touch me, I grab his wrist and stop him.
“No. You,” I plead. “Please, Aiden. I need to feel you.”
He groans. “God, Scarlett, I’m barely going to make it!”
I quickly grasp his boxer-briefs, frantically pulling them down. He discards them and then practically rips off my panties. Aiden settles back between my legs, and in one powerful move, we’re together.
A loud gasp escapes my lips, and Aiden looks down at me, his breaths coming quickly. I’m beginning to spiral now, and I need the release only this man can give me.
And as Aiden and I make love—fast, frenetic, desperate—I know I’m never going to be the same again after this.
In the best way possible.
* * *
“Aiden?”
“Yeah?”
“I really need to go home,” I murmur into his skin.
Even though that’s the last thing I want to do.
I’m nestled up against him in his bed, my cheek against his chest as we’re tangled in his white sheets. One of Aiden’s arms is around me, and the other is in my hair. I’m afraid to find out what time it is.
But the truth is, I don’t really care.
Aiden and I had sex twice tonight—the quick, desperate sex on the sofa, then later in his bed, where it was slow and sweet. More exploration. More kissing and stroking, but with the same shattering climax at the end of it.
I’ve never had sex like this in my life. I’ve never had orgasms like this, I’ve never wanted it so desperately, never has it felt so crazy good. But it’s also been emotional.
Loving.
Afterward, no man has cared for me like Aiden did tonight. He held me. Kissed me. Brushed my hair away from my face and told me how beautiful I was and how sex with me was so good.
I feel beautiful. Adored. Powerful.
It’s the best thing ever.
“Stay, Scarlett,” Aiden says, rubbing his hand up and down my body. “Sleep here.”
I smile into his skin, loving that Aiden wants me to stay. I want to stay, too. I’m sleepy and happy and I feel so cared for in Aiden’s arms. I roll over so I’m on his chest, and when I see how he smiles at me, with that dimple popping out in his cheek, I feel more of my heart falling for him.
“I don’t have anything here,” I remind him. “I can’t even brush my teeth.”
“But I don’t want you to leave,” Aiden says simply.
“I don’t want to either, but I do have work tomorrow. And you have practice.”
Practice.
Dad.
Apparently, that same thought goes through Aiden’s head as well, because his expression grows grave.
“Yeah,” he says simply. “Practice with your dad. Whose alternate captain is sleeping with his daughter.”
“His alternate captain who is the best thing for me,” I say firmly.
“Based on Wyatt’s reaction, I don’t think we should plan on going public anytime soon,” Aiden says quietly. “They aren’t going to think our feelings can be real. But they are. I know what I feel, Scarlett. This is different.”
My heart leaps from Aiden’s words. He’s getting all the same feelings that I am, too.
“We stay secret, then. Protecting you is my priority right now.”
His eyes grow soft. “I’m crazy about you, you know that?”
I’m practically bubbling over with joy hearing those words come from Aiden’s mouth. “I’m crazy about you, too. So we keep this secret.”
Aiden moves his hand to the side of my face. “I hate this. It’s like we’re doing something wrong. How can this be wrong?”
“It’s not. It’s just unspoken hockey code we’re breaking.
My dad thinks very highly of you. You wouldn’t have the A on your chest if he didn’t.
This is going to be something he will have to get his head around once we tell him.
Once he gets over the shock—and that this isn’t some hookup, that we’re pursuing a relationship—he’ll come around.
We might have to stay secret through the holidays—to prove our feelings are real—but that will have to show him we’re serious. ”
At least that is what I keep telling myself, I think anxiously.
Aiden doesn’t look convinced. “What are you thinking?” I ask.
“That I wouldn’t risk my reputation or my career like this for anyone but you,” he says. “But I know you’re worth the risk.”
I move up to kiss him, slowly and sweetly, feeling his unspoken promise that his words are real.
As are mine.