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“It’d be the part where I told you not a single day has passed since we met that I haven’t thought about you. And not a single hour passes where I don’t miss you,” he whispered. “But we’re not writing a romance novel.”

“No,” I conceded. “But maybe I can change your mind.”

His mouth covered mine. He was warm and tasted like mint. I sighed into his mouth, pressing myself closer to him as his hand moved from my jaw to my hair, angling my head up so he could deepen the kiss.

His tongue found mine, tasting, seeking, wanting. I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth. He groaned and pulled back.

“Rosie, I can’t do this if we’re going to forget about it tomorrow,” he rasped, backing away from my lips the tiniest bit. “I’ve gotten good at pretending I hate you, but I can’t pretend I don’t know how you taste anymore.”

“Then let’s not pretend,” I said against his mouth. “Let’s go do all the things we wrote about.”

“I knew it.” A slight smile played across on his lips, his eyes dark and hooded with desire. “I knew you were thinking of me when we wrote that scene.”

“As if you weren’t thinking of me, too.”

“I only think of you, Rosie,” he whispered against my mouth before sliding his hand in my hair to pull me into a kiss.

I was shameless in my wanting. I tried to commit every little thing, the way her eyes fell closed, the way she tasted, to memory. There was no metaphor I could write, picture I could paint that would even come close to comparing to the magic of her.

—Excerpt fromUntitledby Rosie Maxwell and Aiden Huntington

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

We rushed toward Aiden’s apartment, stopping every so often to kiss at crosswalks. He fumbled, trying to get his key in the door, then whipped it open, guided us through, and pushed me back against it, lifting me so my legs would wrap around his waist.

“I just can’t wait,” Aiden muttered, planting open mouthed kisses under my jaw. “I should just take you right here in the entryway.”

“I don’t care.” I grabbed his face, guiding his lips back to mine. His tongue slid against mine as I moaned.

“I’ve thought of you so much like this,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was so low and intoxicating, I lost myself in the hoarseness of it. “Wrapped around me, moving against me. Whimpering like you just can’t get enough.”

“Ican’t,” I gasped. He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. I barely recognized the sounds coming out of my mouth as my hips moved against his hardness, craving more friction. With my legs still wrapped around him, Aiden carried me up to the second floor of his apartment. He nudged his bedroom door open, then dropped me onto the center of the bed, standing at the foot. His eyes were dark with desire, and I could make out the length of him through his jeans. I looked up at Aiden, who was becomingmyAiden with every second. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, tossing it to the side.

“Ever since I saw you in that dress, I’ve been thinking about how I would get it off you. But now I think I want you to take it off for me.” He planted a knee on the bed, right between my legs, leaning over me. His finger ran under the neckline, dangerously close to my breast. He placed a tender kiss on my shoulder and said, “Can you do that for me, baby?”

I nodded. With nervous, shaky fingers, I pulled the dress over my head in a quick motion, leaving me only in a red thong and black bra.

“I wore red, too,” I whispered.

He smiled, his hands running up my sides, and although they were rough, he touched my skin so reverently and gently, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“You’re more perfect than I ever could’ve imagined, Rosie,” he murmured against my lips. “And I’ve thought about you alot. I can’t take it some days. You wore a tight pink sundress last year during workshop, and I was hard all class.”

I clutched at his back as he ground his hips against me, his mouth taking mine again. Pleasure sparked behind my eyes, and I had to bite my lip to keep all my embarrassing moans in.

Aiden noticed and narrowed his eyes at me, stopping his movements. He pulled my bottom lip away from my teeth with his thumb and said, “None of that. I want to hear you, Rosie. I want to hear the moans I’m earning.”

My breath caught, my eyes screwed shut in pleasure from his words. My hands traveled down his back, but I was frustrated with the fabric. “Aiden.” I sighed. “I want to feel you, too.”

I pushed him off me slightly, creating enough space between us for me to start pulling off his shirt, though my trembling fingers were making me clumsy. “I’m sorry, I’m trying—”

He pulled back and held my hands in his, steadying them. He tried to catch my eye, but I wouldn’t look up from his shirt. “Rosie, you’re shaking.”

He sat up fully. I moved with him, my fingers still gripping his shirt. “It’s fine, just help me with your—”

“Rosie, it’s not okay. Hey.” He grabbed my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to tonight. I want you only if you want me, and I’m not going to bedisappointed if you decide you want to stop.” I looked away from him, my cheeks flushing. “If you want to stop here, that’s fine. We can go downstairs and put on some Nora Ephron movie and make popcorn or do whatever you want.Whateveryou want, Rosie.”

“No, I want to,” I said honestly.

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