“Why not?”
When she meets my eyes, the raw emotion there steals my breath. “You know why.”
And I do. Of course I fucking do. The attraction that’s been simmering between us is impossible to ignore, crackling in the space between us like lightning about to strike.
“You know how fucking badly I want to kiss you right now?” The words come out of my mouth rough and desperate. I shouldn’t say it. But I can’t hold back anymore.
“Aiden, I—” Her voice breaks. “We can’t.”
“I know.” I drag a hand through my hair, probably ruining whatever styling product was in it, but I couldn’t care less. I stare up at the stars, trying to get my racing pulse under control, trying to remember all the reasons this can’t happen.
Finally, I look back at her. “I’ll call the car. Let me take you home.”
The ride back is excruciating. Neither of us speaks, but I’m acutely aware of every breath she takes, every slight movement of her dress against the seats. When we pull up to her building, the driver announces, “We’re here, miss.”
Rory is out of the car before I can even move to open her door for her. I watch her walk away, my hands clenched into fists in my lap. Then something in me snaps.
“Wait,” I bark at the driver.
And then I’m out of the car and running after her before I can think better of it.
I catch her just as she’s unlocking her front door. She gasps as I come up behind her, spinning to face me, and Christ, the way she looks up at me with those big beautiful eyes—it takes everything in me not to kiss her.
Instead, I say, “You need to find another job.” My voice comes out rough, almost angry, but I can’t help it. The need to touch her, to taste her, is driving me crazy.
She gapes at me. “Are you firing me?”
“Not unless you want me to.”
Several heated seconds pass as she stares into my eyes. “I want you to.”
A growl of frustration tears from my throat. “I need a justifiable reason to fire you, Rory.”
“I’m sure there’s something I haven’t been doing well.”
“No, that’s the goddamn problem—you do everything perfect.”
“That can’t be true.”
“For fuck’s sake, Rory.” I’m breathing hard now, my control hanging by a thread. All I can think about is how goddamn gorgeous she is, how badly I want her, how impossibly complicated this whole situation is. “I’m going crazy. Tell me what to do. Either tell me to do the right thing and walk away, or tell me to kiss you.”
6
RORY
Itell him to kiss me. Of course I tell him to kiss me. I know it’s wrong but I’ve also never wanted anything more in my life. Aiden makes me feel a way I didn’t even know was possible. I need to know what it feels like to be kissed by this man.
Even if it screws me out of a job and puts me right back at square one.
The wordskiss meare barely out of my lips before he wraps his broad hands on either side of my face and drops his mouth to mine. The moment his lips capture mine, my whole body shimmers with achy pleasure. Whether he’s just a good kisser or there’s something particularly magical between the two of us, I don’t know. All I know is that I want more.
With our lips locked together, I pull Aiden into my apartment. He slams the door shut behind us and pushes me up against the wall. Our kiss deepens, our tongues meeting, the desire between us searing hot. When he pushes his hips against mine to pin me in place, the magnitude of his erection takes my breath away. Jesus, he’s big. The thought of him filling me with that hugecock, slowly pumping in and out of me, fills my head so vividly that I let out a moan.
Aiden pulls his lips off mine, breathless as he looks me in the eyes. His eyes are as beautiful as they always are, but now there’s a feral darkness to them. I stay lost in his gaze, happily trapped between him and the wall as he slides a hand down my curves. Slowly, so slowly, he slides it down, until his hand is between my legs. He presses his fingers against my clit and I suck in a breath. He’s touching me over the silk of my dress, but it feels as good as if it’s skin against skin.
“This okay?” he asks, his voice low.
I nod.