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“Oh, fuck yes,” Aiden said, as I threw my jeans aside and faced him, tossing my bangs out of the way.

“I need a haircut.” I laughed as my hair fell back in front of my eyes.

Aiden shook his head. “No. You’re perfect.”

He moved forward and carded his fingers through my hair. “Have you always been blond?”

I quirked an amused eyebrow. “You mean is my hair dyed? It’s natural.”

“Mine, too,” he said, pulling at the tight brown curls that framed his handsome face. “I can’t be bothered fighting it.”

“I love your hair,” I said, pulling him into another kiss. “And the way your eyes go so dark when you’re horny…like right now.”

I slid my fingers along his side, over his hip and traced a knuckle over his erection.

He shuddered and pushed me backward.

“I really hope there’s a bed in here. I haven’t had a chance to look,” I said.

“I’d do you on the floor at this point. But yes, there’s a bed.”

“By ‘do me’ do you mean…”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean, whatever feels good, yeah? And whatever makes you comfortable,” he said, stepping forward.

I went to take a step back and found the bed right behind my knees. I fell backward. Aiden climbed over me.

“No more. No less.”

“Easy,” I gasped. “I’m so turned on I might go off.”

“I don’t fucking care if you do,” Aiden said, examining my face and my neck and meeting my gaze. “And I don’t want to go easy.”

Chapter Five

Confessions

Now that we were here, naked and safe together in this private space where Aiden lived—hopefully alone—I was eager and so, so hungry. Maybe it helped that he looked nothing like Daniel, who had been red-haired and pale-skinned, with freckles everywhere.

Stop thinking about him, I told myself. I pushed his image from my mind. I couldn’t fuck a ghost, and it was time to stop torturing myself. Daniel was dead, and I was still fucking alive.

Aiden pulled away and grinned. “I don’t either.”

He pulled me onto the bed.

“Do you want a lamp on?” he asked, between hungry kisses.

“No. Don’t need it. Don’t care.”

God, I was so desperate, I didn’t want anything to distract me from getting what I needed. The moonlight and glow from the streetlamps gave the room an ethereal illumination.

“Hey, Fletcher,” Aiden said, pulling back and regarding me with concern. “Nobody’s gonna take it from you. We don’t have to rush.”

“Okay. I know. Sorry,” I said.

“Oh God, don’t be sorry, baby,” he murmured. “It’s very flattering. Come on. Let’s get these off.”

He slipped his fingers under the waistband of my boxer briefs and dragged them down my thighs and all the way off. Then he did the same with his.

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