I gave her what she wanted, slamming into her with a force that sent us both spiraling. The entire run-down warehouse filledwith the sounds of our ragged breathing, the sharp gasps she couldn’t hold back. She sat up, her ass still perched on the back as she wrapped herself around me. She bit down on my shoulder, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled. “Mark me. Show everyone I’m yours.”
Her moan vibrated against my skin, sending another surge of possessive heat curling in my gut. She sucked hard on my neck, her body arching beneath mine, her walls fluttering around me. I groaned, my rhythm stuttering as the pleasure built, as my body chased the inevitable.
“Aiden,” she gasped, nails biting into my hips now. “I’m close. So close.”
I thrust harder, deeper, my hand slipping between us to press against her clit. “Come for me,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Don’t make me wait any longer to hear how you come when I’m filling you.”
That was all it took.
She shattered beneath me, her body clenching around me so tight it sent me straight over the edge with her. My hips snapped forward, and a guttural groan tore from my throat as I came, the pleasure too much, too intense, too fucking good. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in, feeling her tremble beneath me, around me, with me.
I wasn’t ready to move, to let go. The stillness of the warehouse hit me like a punch—she was mine in the way I’d always wanted. I tightened my hold on her, breathing her in, letting the moment settle deep into my bones.
But eventually, I had to.
We stayed tangled for a few minutes, breathing slowly returning to normal. I buried my face in her neck, feeling her warmth and the soft press of her fingers in my hair.
I leaned back slightly, keeping her close as the warehouse settled around us. Her bare skin pressed to mine, warm and scented with gasoline and damp earth. She stiffened, but didn’t pull away.
For a moment, I let myself breathe her in, absorbing every second of this—the feel of her, the weight of her against me, that I finally had her right where I wanted her. Not only on my bike, but with me.
I tightened my hold, panic washing over me. I may never have her like this again.
“What are you doing?” she asked, voice sharper than I expected.
The weight of what had happened still hung between us. I let my forehead rest against hers for a moment, our breath mingling, our bodies still tangled in the aftermath of something we both knew we could never take back.
Slowly, I pulled away, reluctant but knowing we couldn’t stay like this forever. The cool air in the warehouse licked at our sweat-slicked skin, making her shiver. I grabbed my discarded jacket and slipped it over her shoulders before reaching for my jeans. She watched me, her expression unreadable, her lips swollen from my lips, her hair a mess from my hands.
My lips curved up, warmth spreading in my chest. “You look wrecked, Psycho.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth there, a softness I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen before. “You don’t look much better.”
I grabbed my jacket and slid it over her before tugging her toward me, pressing a quick, rough kiss to her lips before helping her off the bike. She wobbled slightly, and I steadied her, a chuckle slipping from me.
“Legs shaking?” I teased. “I never took you for one to flatter me so much.”
She huffed, hitting my arm. “Shut up.”
I ran a hand through my hair, still trying to wrap my head around what happened, what this meant.
Evie was standing in front of me, already slipping her skirt back on, her fingers fumbling slightly as she tried to get herself together. But the way her hands shook told me everything. She felt it, too. That undeniable shift between us.
I watched every move, every shake of her legs, listened to every unsteady breath.
This was heaven, and I was already worried about what I would be willing to do or give up to have it again.
Evie caught my gaze, her expression still raw, open in a way I wasn’t used to seeing. She reached up, tracing her fingers over my jaw, her touch hesitant but deliberate.
“What now?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
I let out a slow breath, my fingers grazing her wrist before I took her hand in mine, pressing it against my chest where my heartbeat thundered beneath her palm. “Now? Now, I take you home before I do something reckless, like refuse to let you go.”
Her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “I think you already did something reckless.”
I chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah? You regretting it?”
