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I leaned down, taking a nipple into my mouth at the exact moment she shattered, nipping at it with my teeth to drag out the waves of satisfaction I knew were rocking through her body.

Her nails sunk into my back, every shudder in her muscles had pleasure tightening my balls until I knew I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

For a few minutes, heaven was within touching distance, and who knew If I was ever going to get that close to it again.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Cait

Iwoke with a sigh the next morning, stretching out my toes. My body was pleasantly sore.

I glanced over at Aidan sleeping beside me as he had for so many nights since my parents had died, but today something was different. He had a piece of me that no one else ever could have.

I’d never believed in the concept of virginity. I’d always felt it was something made up to control women… but now… now I was pleased. I felt like we had a connection that could never be broken.

Last night had been… well, pretty damn perfect. He’d taken such intense care of me that my heart throbbed with the memory of it… he cared. He probably didn’t want to, and I certainly didn’t want to feel the way I did about him either… but we couldn’t change it now. We were in deep, and I had no desire to resurface…

As if he sensed me staring, he blinked awake, groaning as the harsh sunlight hit his retinas. We’d forgotten to close the blinds last night.

“Too bright,” he mumbled, rolling over to press his face into the pillow.

I chuckled. He was always such a grump in the mornings, and it took him a good hour to fully wake up, but I’d been feeling so lucky that I got to see this side of him.

Mornings were intimate. Rawer than the night because everything was so much clearer in the light of day. There was nowhere to hide.

I sighed, settling down into the bed a bit more. This was nice. Idyllic. Almost like we were a real couple. Except we weren’t, were we? And as soon as we headed back to the city, we’d have to go back to pretending we barely even liked each other.

Shit.

I sat bolt upright in bed.

I’d forgotten about one extremely important thing when I’d decided to practically kidnap him last night.

Cullen.

He’d have noticed by now that we were missing. He’d be worried that something had happened to Aidan… plus, CPS was supposed to be arriving at some point to figure out what was going to happen to me.

“What’s wrong?” He mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

“We’ve been gone all night… your dad, he will be worried.” I shot out of bed, darting into the bathroom to find my cellphone in the pocket of the jacket I’d discarded on the floor last night.

There were several missed calls from the house.

“Shit,” I muttered, returning to the bedroom to show him. We were in so much trouble.

Aidan was lying on his back, head resting casually on his elbow. He had none of the urgency I did and it was annoying. “Relax. It’s not the first time I’ve run away and I doubt it will be the last.”

I frowned at him.

Run away…

“Your family needs you, Aidan. Your sister is d-”

“You don’t have to remind me, Cait. I know my sister is dead,” he snapped, his features darkening.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he sighed, softening, and patting the space I’d vacated in the bed to get me to return. “Look, I very much doubt he’s even noticed I’m gone.”

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