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My strokes become bolder as I pick up the pace. With each up and down, wetness coats the insides of my thighs. I suppress a moan with the back of my hand.
“You better be awake and well aware of what you’re doing, sweetheart.”
I freeze mid-rub, my ears heating.
Shit. Wasn’t he supposed to be a heavy sleeper?
“Did I tell you to stop?” His husky, sleepy voice sends a throb straight to my core.
Aiden slowly peels his eyes open. I always hated his eyes. That grey colour reminds me of clouds, storms, and metal.
And ruining my life.
But telling myself that I hated them was only a deflection method, wasn’t it? Because his eyes? They’re fucking gorgeous.
Heartbreakingly so.
He threads his fingers into my hair and tugs the band free before bringing a strand of hair to his face and inhaling. “Hmm, you smell like temptation.”
I offer an awkward smile. “Morning.”
“Screw mornings.”
I laugh. “Not a morning person?”
He’s watching me intently in that inquisitive way before he narrows his eyes as his hand skims down from my waist to grip my hip. “Don’t laugh in front of other people. Don’t even smile in front of them.”
“Why not?”
“Your smiles and laughs belong to me. I don’t like it when others look at what’s mine.”
“Seriously?” I roll my eyes. “What’s next? You’ll lock me up in your cave and put a dozen babies in me?”
His lips quirk in amusement. “Can you handle it?”
“Handle what?”
“Me putting a dozen babies in you.”
“Are you for real?”
“We should start now.”
My mouth hangs open as I search for any signs that he’s joking, but he has an impressive poker face.
It doesn’t help that his erection is pressing into me and he’s not even the least bit apologetic about it.
But then again, Aiden is never apologetic about anything.
I try to wiggle free. “Don’t joke like that.”
“Hmm, it’s curious that I never joke with you, but you still think that I do.” He flips me so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. “For the record, I do want to hide you where no one will see you.”
“Why?” That’s such a stupid question.
He’s just admitted to wanting to kidnap me, and all I care about is knowing why.
I’m beginning to think like the scientists at the behavioural unit. They don’t care about the acts as long as they know the why behind those acts.
