Page 62 of On the Rocks

I groaned, arousal coiling tightly in my belly as his hands traveled down my back, cupping my ass to pull me flush against him. I could feel his arousal hardening between us, and I squirmed against him, wondering what would happen next.

“We should stop,” he said, pulling back suddenly, eyes clenched shut, his breathing heavy. “If we don’t want to get carried away.”

Oh, hell no. Stopping was most definitelynotwhat I wanted. I pressed my lips to his again, threading my fingers into his curls to hold him to me.

“Cora,” he rasped, trying to pull away as my teeth grazed his lower lip. His voice was hoarse with restraint. “Cora.”

“What if Idowant to get carried away?” I whispered in his ear, my own voice trembling with desire. I pulled away just far enough to search his eyes. I wanted this. I’d never wanted anything more. I let my fingers trail down the front of his shirt, stopping to tug on his belt to make my point.

“Who knew Lifehouse could be such a turn-on?” he teased gruffly before grabbing my hand and leading me back across the field. My fingers fit between his like they’d been made to be there.

I giggled at the hurried pace he set, even as need swirled hotter in my gut. God, I wanted him. Here. Now. He could have me on the field for all I cared.

I just needed him to touch me again, to ease the burn trying to consume me from the inside out.

I swear to god, if I woke up only to find out that this was another dream…

Aiden swerved off the path leading up to the school and into the parking lot, unlocking his Mercedes. He wrenched the passenger door open.

“Get in,” he said, not harshly, but with enough desperation in his voice that I didn’t question him, just darted inside.

“Where are we going?” I asked when he’d climbed into the driver’s side and started the ignition. Was he about to suggest we go to some makeout point to fool around in the backseat? Not that I’d say no…but I wasn’t sure I could manage some of the positions we’d tried back in the day. I was a lot more flexible back then.

“My rental,” Aiden said, peeling out of the parking lot like he was an F1 driver. It was exhilarating.

“Right. Good.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “I didn’t think you wanted to go back to yours.”

“The last thing I want is my mother walking in on us.”

“Then it’ll really be like we’re back in high school.”

The memory should have embarrassed me—both of us half-dressed, dry-humping, trying to figure out this sex thing as my mother stood in the doorway, gaping—but all I could think about was getting Aiden naked.

The drive to the house was a blur of emotions. Red hot heat and desire and tantalizing frustration surged through me as Aiden rested one hand on my leg where my dress rode up my thighs, fingers tracing slow circles on the skin just inches below my panties. It took everything inside me not to move his hand to where I ached for him, leaving me squirming in my seat. Judging by the smirk on Aiden’s lips, he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

Before I knew it, we’d pulled onto the stamped-concrete driveway, stopping in front of a large house with a sprawling yard. Of course, I recognized it immediately. It was the nicest house in town, though no one had lived there for years. Mostly, it was rented out for weddings or special events, but I guess when you’re a billionaire, having the house to yourself for a weekend was a reasonable choice.

Aiden walked around the car, opening my door and offering me a hand. He guided me up the front porch and plugged a code into the keypad by the door as my heart hammered with anticipation. The door clicked open, and I stepped into a softly lit foyer that opened to high ceilings, gleaming hardwood floors, and massive windows. Growing up in town, I’d seen the house from the outside, but I’d never seen what it looked like on the inside. On any other day, I’d have been impressed—but right now, it washard to concentrate on anything other than how badly I needed to be touched. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long.

I was immediately drawn back into Aiden’s arms, like a moth to a flame, using my body to say things I couldn’t yet say out loud. As the space between us shrank, it felt like nothing could disturb this moment. This perfect,perfectmoment.

“Want to see the master bedroom?” he asked, nibbling at my neck. “There’s a jacuzzi in the en suite.”

I hummed. “How’s the bed?”

“I think you’ll find it to your liking.” He wrapped his hand around my waist, leading me to the bedroom where a king-sized bed draped with beautiful linens stood proudly in the center of the room. Elegant French doors opened to a private balcony, and there was a massive framed portrait on the wall cleverly hiding a TV.

As we stepped inside, Aiden turned down the lights, and it felt like we’d been shut off from the outside world. He turned to face me, those crystal blue eyes suddenly dark and intense. He was a predator hunting down his prey, and I wanted to be devoured. “Thoughts?” he asked.

I couldn’t take it anymore. That was myonlythought. I surged into his arms, going straight for the buttons on his dress shirt.

“I can work with that,” Aiden said.

I huffed a laugh as our lips met again, but it quickly burned up in the force of the kiss, and this time there was no standing-in-the-middle-of-the-football-field to stop us. I didn’t hold back, and neither did Aiden, searching out the zipper on my dress. He peeled it down my back, pressing his palm flat against my spine,and I trembled as his fingertips played with the lacy edge of my underwear.

We stumbled toward the bed, neither of us breaking contact. If I’d had any reservations about this moment, I’d long since forgotten them. All I could think about was peeling Aiden out of that damn dress shirt.

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