Page 82 of Collide
I push past him, climbing the stairs two at a time, heading straight for the door on the left, not caring if he has a girl in there. Strawberries and whipped cream on a pair of tits are the least of my worries. Plowing through the door, I’m hit with his familiar scent, sparking a topsy-turvy feeling deep in my stomach.
The door to his bathroom opens and Aiden steps out, halting when he sees me. He’s shirtless and wearing low-riding sweats. He looks unsurprised, which tells me he’s noticed the Palm Pal in my hand. He leans against the bathroom door, arms crossed.
“What’s this?” I ask, rounding the bed to show him the cow.
“A stuffed animal?”
My eyes narrow. “I know that. Where did it come from?”
“If it’s in your possession, shouldn’t you know the answer?”
“I’m being serious.”
He sighs and moves to sit on his bed. “I won it at the carnival. I was going to give it to you on the Ferris wheel but…” he trails off. The heavy reminder of that night pulls at my gut.
“Why?”
From the way his eyes flare with annoyance, he doesn’t like that question. “It’s a toy, Summer. It doesn’t need to mean anything.”
Who wins you a stuffed animal as a token from a carnival without it meaning something? It felt awfully sentimental. From the look on Aiden’s face, he’s not going to elaborate.
Not wanting to argue, I turn away and head to the door. But impatience lights my skin, and I pause before I can twist the doorknob to exit. “I guess you’re still on that nice guy shit, huh?”
Aiden moves so fast I don’t register it until his palm is flattened against the door. He hovers over me, green eyes glowing like kryptonite. “You don’t like nice guys, Summer? Won’t that disrupt your little five-year plan?”
Annoyance tightens my throat. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Yeah?” He leans in. “Does that make you wanna fuck me now?”
“Screw you.”
“I’d rather you do it.”
My chest heaves as his breath tickles my temple. “I don’t like you.”
He takes a suffocating step forward and my heart flips. “Good to know.”
I lick my lips, drawing in his weighted attention. “You don’t like me either.”
His expression softens with an unexpected warmth. “I never said that. I’m pretty sure it’s impossible not to like you.”
Frustration claws through me, and I react by crashing my mouth to his, either to shut him up or because I’ve been needing this ever since I got a taste of it in his backseat. When a satisfied moan parts my lips he reacts quickly, and I feel the wet glide of his tongue as if it were between my legs. The pressure spreads a feverish ache to my core.
I grip his hair when he cups my ass. My back hits the door as we devour each other, his hips on mine and a hand on my throat. The kiss is nothing like the last time. This time it's carnal, almost animalistic the way we go at each other. Like the small taste left us thirsty and impatient.
“You’re so fucking stubborn.” He smacks my ass.
“Only because you’re so irritating.”
His hand dips into my leggings and he fists my panties. My desperate sound breaks our kiss, and Aiden’s lips find my neck. My entire body flames, and I need him to ease the burn.
My hand cups him through his sweats, and he groans, his face drawn up in pure pleasure. “Fuck.”
“Can I?” I ask against his lips, and he nods, watching me drop to my knees. “I need your words, Aiden.”
“Yes, Summer.”
My breath hitches as I drag his sweats and boxers down his legs and see all of him. Most importantly the spider tattoo that sits just below his hip bone. My attention is snatched from the ink before I can question it.
