Aiden paused, his eyes locking with mine. The intensity of his gaze made my heart race with a mix of fear and excitement. I felt vulnerable, exposed, but also incredibly alive. There was no turning back now—we would both be committed to the consequences.
He leaned in further, his lips moving closer to my clit. “I’ve waited fucking forever to taste you.”
Without another word he moved, his tongue pressing against my clit as my hips bucked, sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh as I tried to keep myself from collapsing under the intensity of his touch.
He sucked gently on my clit, causing me to cry out in pleasure. His hands gripped my hips firmly, not letting me fall, as he continued to explore every inch of me with his mouth. He pulled my legs wider, more ravenous now as he pushed against me. His tongue pressed hard, slipping inside me before he moved back to my clit.
I moaned again and my pussy tightened as it begged for more. Begged to be filled, to be owned by him.
I couldn’t take anymore, sitting up to fumble with the button of his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. My hand wrapped around his length, stroking firmly. Aiden’s breath hitched, his hips pushing down against me.
“Evie,” he groaned, voice thick with desire. “I need you.”
“Then take me,” I challenged, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Chapter 33
Aiden
She was a fucking menace.
Her hands tangled with mine, eager, impatient, dragging me closer. The heat between us was unbearable, her touch an electric shock straight to my system.
The moment my jeans and boxers hit the floor she sat up, her gaze dragging over me like a caress. The faint light filtering through the broken wall cast shadows over our bodies, her touch following the same path as her eyes. I shuddered beneath her fingers, the sensation grounding and consuming all at once.
She pushed against me, warm and insistent. “Don’t stop now. I need more.”
Fuck. I needed her, too. More than I could ever put into words. More than I wanted to admit.
I positioned myself between her thighs, dragging the thick head of my cock against her entrance, teasing. She whimpered, trying to pull me in with her legs locked tight around my waist.
“Patience, Psycho.”
Her nails bit into the seat of the bike under her, and she scowled. “I’ve been more than patient. No more patience, and if you don’t fuck me right now, I will absolutely scream.”
I smirked but didn’t move right away. Instead, I let my fingerstrail over her thigh, my pulse hammering at the realization of where we were.
She was laid out on my bike. The same bike she’d stolen rides on, the same bike she’d wrapped her arms around me on a hundred times before—but this time, there was nothing between us. No jacket, no excuses. Just her.
She was mine.
“We’re safe to do this, right?” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I’m on birth control, and tested.”
“Me too.”
That was enough to keep me focused on her, nothing else mattered.
Her skirt was pushed up high, just out of the way, leaving her completely bare beneath me. Having her here like this cemented something in my chest I didn’t have the words for yet.
My lips tipped up. “So demanding.”
I pushed forward, slowly, savoring the way her body tightened around me, the way her breath hitched and her eyes locked onto mine, wide with need. Years. It had been years of tension, of wanting, of pretending I didn’t. Now, she was here, and I was buried inside her, and nothing had ever felt this fucking right.
Evie dug her heels into my lower back, pulling me deeper. She arched, her body taking me, dragging me in until I was completely surrounded by her warmth. Her nails raked down my back, hard enough to sting, hard enough to leave marks.
“Harder,” she demanded, voice breathy, desperate.
