Page 66 of Not in My Book

Aiden was right. He wassoright. Kissing Aiden was nothing like any other kiss I’d experienced. I could feel my heart beating with every time his tongue swept over mine, and I didn’t have to fake the moan that came when his teeth tugged on my bottom lip.

This was what it was like with someone who wanted me. This was better than any kiss I’d read.

A gasp here, a lick here. A smile there, a moan there. If I could die like this, my body turned uncomfortably on the couch, but Aiden’s hands and lips on me, I wouldn’t mind it one bit.

As if he could sense my slight discomfort, his hands moved down the curve of my body, landing on my waist. He lifted me onto his lap, my knees straddling him.

My hair fanned down, covering us, and I finally got my hands on him. Underneath me, I felt the proof that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. His hands spanned across my hips, slowly moving me across his lap. I had spent too much time being distracted by the breadth ofAiden’s shoulders and the strain of his biceps against his shirt; I couldn’t stop my hands from running over the rigid lines of his muscles.

Like always, this was a competition between us. He was experimenting, trying to figure out what would make me moan, sigh, or gasp. I was doing the same—occasionally, I got a sharp intake of breath or a sigh into my mouth. And now that I was on his lap, I had the upper hand. I ran my fingers up his neck to his hair, my fingers threading through the dark strands. When I tugged ever so lightly, I won with his low moan.

I took control and rolled my hips against his. His fingers tightened on my waist, and he tipped his head back, groaning. Still moving, I took advantage and ran kisses along the side of his jaw.

“God, Rosie, you feel so good,” he murmured into my hair. “So good.”

He opened his eyes and met my gaze. He smiled and something inside of me froze.

What was I doing? What was I risking? What would happen after we woke up tomorrow? We’d continue to write a romance novel where the characters don’t end up together, then we’d do the same? Of course we would—Aiden had made it very clear he didn’t like romance.

I couldn’t do heartbreak again. I knew what would happen if I let us get carried away on this couch; I’ve seen this film before. It would end in a whole lot of nothing, I would let my unresolved feelings for Aiden fester in my head until they consumed me, and Aiden would never give me a second thought after we went our separate ways. Aiden wasn’t the boyfriend type; he didn’t value romance the way I did. If anything happened tonight, it’d be no skin off his back but it’d leave an open wound for me.

“I’m sorry,” I stuttered. I moved off him, falling on my ass in the process. I scrambled up and Aiden followed suit.

“Rosie—”

“I’ve got to get home, I’m sorry.” I stumbled into the foyer, slipping my shoes on. I whipped the door open and Aiden followed me out onto the stoop.

I turned around once I was on the street. Aiden stood in his doorway with swollen lips and mussed up hair, confused. I wished I could explain all the thoughts racing through my head, but nothing came out except “I’m sorry.”

It may have lasted only a few minutes, but I’d remember every sigh and gasp she gave me for years to come.

In those few minutes, with her thighs parted and me in between them, I envisioned it all. I envisioned waking up and smiling down at her in my bed. I envisioned the moment I could finally tell her that I loved her and although I wasn’t good enough to deserve it, I’d do all I could to get there. I’d wake up every day and figure out how to ensure she knew I valued her.

But perhaps I was too late.

—Excerpt fromUntitledby Rosie Maxwell and Aiden Huntington

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I woke up and stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours but what was probably twenty minutes. I pulled the blankets up to my chin and squeezed my eyes shut, replaying last night in my head a million times. I told him to kiss me, he gave me the best kiss of my life, and then I ran away. But I was right to stop it all. I mean who knows what would’ve happened if we kept going? Maybe a shirt would’ve come off and we would’ve made our way to his bed, and he would’ve—

I sat up, stopping the thoughts. Aiden and I were friends.Finally. There was too much to lose in the uncertainty of us.

I sent a quick text to Jess.

Rosie:sos.

She replied almost instantly.

Jess:what’s up?

Rosie:you cant tell anyone

Jess:i won’t is everything ok?

Rosie:aiden and i kissed last night.

Jess:YOU’RE JOKING. YOU’RE ACTUALLY JOKING.

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