Page 137 of I Knew You Were Trouble

‘I need you, Lex,’ he says, his voice husky in the shadows, and he knows when I slide my hands down the contours of his chest that I need him too.

We get to our feet. I take his hand, and I walk backwards towards my bedroom. He follows me willingly.

‘What are you doing tomorrow?’ he asks.

I smile. ‘No plans.’

‘Day after that?’

‘Still no plans.’

‘Good,’ he says. ‘Because I don’t plan on us leaving your bedroom for a very long time.’

I giggle as we walk through the doorway. There’s a single lamp switched on. Aidan takes in the sight of my roughly made bed, the photograph of me with Rebel Heart on the nightstand.

‘Lex,’ he says, pulling me into his arms again, my back pressed into his chest. His hands slide to the hem of my top, dipping underneath it, caressing my stomach. I can feel how hard he is.

Heat floods through me. His lips go to my neck, tasting me. I turn in his arms and our kisses turn wild and desperate, until we’re tearing at one another’s clothes. He’s undoing my buttons and I’m lifting my top. He keeps pulling me in for kisses, our tongues tangling.

Then he stops, shirtless, his suit trousers lying open on his hips. ‘Wait. I can’t mess this up, Lex. Were you hoping for something slow and romantic?’

I stare at him, my breathing shallow. I remove my bra. ‘How about we do slow and romantic after?’

His smile spreads wide. ‘Okay, thank fuck. Give me a second.’

I undress, get on the bed and wait for him. I hear a rustling. He comes back with several condom packets grasped between his fingers. He drops all but one, holding the foil between his teeth as I watch him peel off his suit trousers, until he’s standing naked at the foot of my bed.

I savour the sight of him, making me throb with need. It takes me back to New Year. Only this time, there’s a grin on his face, yet his gaze is ravenous.

Everything is on fire. I swallow. ‘Don’t make me wait.’

He gets onto the bed. He lies down and I settle myself above him, removing the condom packet from his lips, tearing it open and rolling it swiftly down his shaft. I know it’s not the only one we’ll use tonight. In a sign of our palpable desperation for one another, Aidan grasps my hips with purpose and I sink down onto him, groaning as he stretches and fills me, the sounds we make amplified in my small room. For a moment, we are still, basking in the shared sensation of our union, our breaths ragged. Then I rock my hips, grinding against him. I ride him, my breasts bouncing with each movement, under Aidan’s lustful gaze.

His thumb finds my clit. I let out a gasp as he circles it in a perfect rhythm.

‘Oh god, you feel so good,’ I whisper, chasing my climax. ‘Don’t stop.’

‘I love you so much, Lexi,’ he chokes out. ‘So much.’

‘I love you,’ I whisper, the movements of his fingers quickening, slick with my arousal. ‘I missed you so much.’

The ache between my legs is building. I’m moaning with each frenzied circle of my hips, the friction so delicious as he pleasures me, my orgasm building in delicate peaks that fizz out from my centre, where still Aidan’s thumb works its magic.

The intensity of our connection astounds me, the love I feel for him flooding my chest. In this moment, I have no inhibitions. I feel so comfortable with him. I trust him implicitly, especially when we’re like this, naked and writhing, our bodies fused as one.

I never want to give him up.

I don’t care how many fans he has.

Aidan McArthur is mine.

‘Aidan, I… I—’

He alters the angle of his strokes and my orgasm blooms in the most heavenly way possible, spreading upwards like wildfire and tipping me over the edge. My voice morphs into a cry, mouth open, head back, my hips still circling erratically as my channel clenches around him. White spots cloud my vision. Aidan sits up, bringing me down hard against his hips. His body shudders with his release, his jaw clenching as he loses control, spilling every last drop of pleasure inside me. Moments later, our breaths still ragged, he pulls me down to meet his kiss.

‘I love you, Lexi,’ he whispers against my mouth.

‘I love you,’ I say back, clinging to him whilst we drift back to earth, holding onto one another, kissing and stroking, our bodies still joined.

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