Page 48 of The Expiration Date

Aidan is the first one to break our kiss. “Don’t.”

“What?”

“I feel you holding back, Hales.” He kisses me again, moving my body toward the headboard. Then he whispers in my ear, sending shockwaves through me: “I don’t want you to hold back with me. Not now. Never again.” His massive hands move deliciously down my body, slowly, firmly, as if he is memorizing a path that is vital to remember.

Our lips and bodies move in sync, like we were always meant to do this. Like we were meant to be here, in this moment, forgetting about the world outside these four bedroom walls, forgetting about what awaits us when we return home.

Aidan presses kisses onto my collarbone, his tongue slightly coming into contact with my delicate skin. My breath hitches and I gasp at the sensation coursing through my veins.

“Can we add this to the contract?” he asks, knowing full well what my response is going to be.

“Yes,” I exhale.

“Good.” His hands are busy making their way down my body, going further south, without any detours. His thumb brushes against my lace panties. My body instinctively gives into his touch and I groan. “What about this?” Aidan presses his lips hard against mine, gliding his fingers inside my panties and then into me, making me gasp. The sheer size of his fingers alone inside of me makes my skin flush. I could feel him smile against our locked lips, clearly satisfied with how wet he is making me.

“It’s more than okay, Aidan. Do whatever you want with me,” I say, finally admitting to myself and Aidan how much I want this to happen. How much I want those sparks to turn into a fire. How much I never want him to stop touching me like he is right now.

Aidan gives me yet another devilish grin as he pins my hands above my head. “As you wish, Hales.”

In one swift motion, he reaches a free hand behind my back and unhooks my balconette bra. I try to move my hands, but Aidan only strengthens his hold on me. “I have your hands up here for a reason, Swann.” It’s dangerous what one hand is capable of doing. In what seems like no time at all, my bra is suddenly stripped from my body and strewn onto the floor. Aidan’s lips traverse along the curves of my body. Kissing. Sucking. Licking. All so delicious and ravenous. My back arches as he nears south of my belly button. He is no longer treating me delicately. And I don’t mind it one bit.

He pauses, lets go of my wrists, and props himself up to where he is still hovering over me, but just enough that the weight and warmth of his body has departed from mine. I need it back immediately. My mouth lets out a guttural reaction. “What are you doing, Aidan? Why did you stop?”

His eyes journey across my entire body – it is his turn to ogle me, apparently. I get flushed all over again. Talk about ravenous. Aidan’s eyes are turning dark, like he doesn’t want to hold anything back anymore.

“I am taking you all in, Hales. You don’t realize how fucking gorgeous you really are.”

Feeling brave, I sit up completely, so my chest is flush with his. I grab his belt buckle and loosen it, sliding the entirety of the belt out of the loops, throwing it on the floor next to the rest of the scattered clothes. It is my turn to wrap my hands around his waist. The elastic band of his underwear peeks above the top of his dress pants. Suddenly my bravery flies out the window and I retract my hands.

“Wait, why did you stop?” Aidan asks.

“I’m nervous,” I admit. I want to be truthful to Aidan, especially in a situation like this. A situation that can never be reversed and will live forever in my brain.

Aidan kisses me, leaving me breathless again. It is a kiss of reassurance. In between kisses, Aidan says, “Everything is going to be okay, Hales. I promise.”

I press my forehead to his and exhale out of relief. He knows how to calm me, even when he is the one making my heart race.

As if my hands are independent of my own hindering thoughts, they find their way to the button of his pants and unbutton them. “I want you, Aidan.”

Aidan helps me with what I didn’t finish and his pants slide down the rest of his perfect body. It’s a shame that he can’t walk around like this all the time, but I guess seeing this man in his underwear 24/7 wouldn’t help the hysteria since he looks like a model for Calvin Klein. He should be their fricken ambassador. I’m sure sales would skyrocket. Step aside, Jeremy Allen White.

“I want you too, Haley.” He leans down to where his pants are and reaches into one of his pockets, pulling out a condom. I prop myself up on my forearms and watch as Aidan rips the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolls it on in one fluid motion. Then he leans down and his teeth grab onto the hem of my panties. He slides them all the way down my legs, causing them to tear slightly from his aggressive pull.

Nervously laughing, I tease, “At this rate, you’re going to have to buy me a brand new wardrobe, Stone.”

Aidan slowly crawls back on top of me, clearly gloating because he knows that he has me. He has set my soul on fire and obliterated any semblance of walls I had left. He brushes the hair out my face, looking at me with such tenderness it makes my heart explode. Although his actions are tender, his words are laced entirely with sensuality. “Gladly.” He eases into me and my need for him overtakes my body in such a way that I no longer have control. Normally I would hate to feel this way. Not now. This is a lack of control I am happy to give into.

So much has built up to this moment and the spark has now fully ignited between us–it is near combustible. I wrap my legs around his sculpted back, exploring every muscle with my heels. I kiss him, gliding my tongue in his mouth, and he returns the gesture. My fingers dig into his back and he lets out a groan. A groan that fuels my need for him even more. Every movement he makes against my body electrifies me. I can’t live without feeling this sensation. I can’t live my life without Aidan. Every touch, every kiss, every move this man performs makes an impression in my soul, and there is no way those will ever be erased.

“You’re so damn gorgeous and I love that you’re all mine,” Aidan whispers in my ear, almost like it is a secret and I’ve sworn to keep it all to myself. He thrusts deeper into me, and I can’t help but indulge in every movement. He must sense I am close because luckily, he doesn’t stop moving. My toes curl and my muscles tense, finally releasing tingles throughout my entire body. He quickly comes right after and continues to hover over me, arms sexily flexing on either side of my body. How is his body not quivering like mine is? Maybe he is, but his outer armor isn’t revealing that whatsoever.

Before I can fully catch my breath, Aidan steals yet another kiss from me. This man is pure magic and he’s proved that over and over again. Now, I know Aidan on a whole other level, an otherworldly level.

“Did I prove you wrong?” he asks, dimples making their appearance on his handsome face, his fingers tracing my swollen lips. I’m in so much trouble.

“So wrong.” My fingers trace Aidan’s lips, which are just as swollen. He softly kisses my fingertips. He is so beautiful and sexy and insert whatever word to describe your fantasy man, because Aidan is certainly mine. He makes his way down to my neck and presses his lips against my insanely sensitive flesh. I gasp as if his touch is brand new to me, which at this point it’s safe to say that nothing about Aidan is foreign to me anymore. Not after tonight.

“Be right back.” Aidan walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. I pull the duvet over me and drape an arm over my face, processing what just happened. There has been a seismic shift in our relationship, and there is no turning back. This is definitely something I will never forget.

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