Page 85 of The Rancher's Unrequited Love

I shake my head. "We can book an Uber—-"

But Aidan's already flagging down a cab, and he practically drags me in the backseat with him. "Give the driver your address, baby."

"Um..." I actually have to shake my head a few times before I can get my brain cells to work, and as soon as I give the driver my address—-

Aaaaaaaaaah.

I'm on his lap, Aidan is gripping my hair, and we're kissing.

Finally.

Chapter Eleven

I LOVE HOW AIDAN KISSES. It's never too wet, never ever sloppy, and always too impossibly hot for me to handle that my mind simply ceases to function. But most of all, what I love is seeing and feeling what happens when I'm kissing him back.

It shouldn't have been the same for him, but it is. He hungers for me the way I do. Feels out of control like I do. When we kiss, it's just him and me, the two of us driving each other crazy with every little thing we do.

I've always tried to hide what I really feel when I'm this close to another man. I've always thought that I needed to play it safe so that if a man ever chooses to throw me away, I know I've kept a small part of me safe and untouched.

But with Aidan, it's just impossible to hold back. Just no way to hide anything when Aidan is giving me all of him. He wants me so, and he wants me to know this. It's in the fierce strength of his desire as he grips my hair. The force of his need as he kisses me. He wants me so much that I even hear it in the way his own breathing turns into harsh pants as I nibble on his lip and suck on his tongue.

I've never thought myself capable of being wild and wanton, but with Aidan it's as if I can be anyone I want to be...and whatever I will be, he'd always want and need.

When we reach my apartment building, I can't help but laugh as Aidan helps me out of the cab, and I finally see what minutes of making out in the backseat have reduced us to. Aidan looks like he's just walked out of a tornado with his badly mussed hair, crumpled shirt, and...whoa.

A giggle escapes me. "You have lipstick here..." There's a light pink smudge on one corner of his mouth, but when I try to reach up and rub it off, he only captures my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles.

"Leave it," he says with a wicked glint in his eyes. "I like wearing my woman's mark."

Oh dear God,how swoonworthy can this man get?

"You're too perfect." I almost sound like I'm complaining, but it's only because he really istoogood to be true, and it's bad for my heart.

"Save those words for the bedroom, baby." Aidan's already pulling me towards the entrance doors while speaking, and my heart beats fast and hard in a mixture of giddiness and nervous excitement. I just can't believe I'm with Aidan again, and unlike before, there's nothing and no one else to stop us from coming together.

I swipe my card inside the elevator, and as soon as the display button for my floor lights up, Aidan backs me into a corner and bends his head to start sucking on my neck.

Oh. My. God.

It feels so unbelievably good, but I still can't help freaking out when the elevator stops on another floor, and I see another tenant step in. He looks up as the doors close, and that's when he sees me in the adjacent corner, with Aidan's mouth still latched to my neck—-

His eyes widen, and a squeak of mortification escapes me. I quickly try shoving Aidan off, but he only chuckles against my skin, and I can only bite back a moan as Aidan starts sucking even harder while the other man gapes at us.

The elevator stops again, a pair of girls walks in, and their jaws drop similarly when they see Aidan still sucking on my neck like a vampire.

Oh God, I give up.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my fingers digging into Aidan's back. I can still feel them staring, but instead of feeling shame and self-disgust, I'm stunned to realize that the whole thing's actually turned me on. Fire races through my veins, and my breasts start to swell and ache while the folds of my sex thicken and grow slick with my need.

"Eighteenth floor."

Aidan nips my tender skin one last time upon hearing the elevator's automated announcement, and I avoid everyone's gazes as Aidan holds my hand and leads me out. But as soon as the doors close on them, I immediately turn to Aidan—-

"I can't believe you did that," I half-wail.

But Aidan only smiles his usual smile, and the message behind it is very clear: I only have the right to complain if his actions didn't turn me on, and since we both know it did...

"Where next?" Aidan demands.

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