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Tonight is finally looking up.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
RYLAN
There’s a tremor in my hand as I shift into park and turn off Aidan’s truck.
Showing up at the hockey party was an impulsive decision, one I’d probably be regretting if it hadn’t ended up here. As soon as Isla texted me, I hoped this would happen.
But I braced myself to walk in and see Aidan kissing another girl. He wasn’t supposed to immediately focus all of his attention on me, then leave when I suggested I’d showed up for any other reason than him to avoid coming off as desperate.
Him kissing me in the yard tore apart the remaining shreds of my willpower.
I’m giving in. Having fun. Forgetting about consequences.
I want to have sex with him.
So I drove to the town landing that overlooks the Sound, the de facto make-out spot back when I was in high school. The parking lot is empty tonight.
“How scenic,” Aidan comments.
I huff a laugh as his headlights automatically shut off.
There are a few lamps lighting the perimeter of the parkingarea, but past the asphalt, all you can see is inky darkness. If the windows were down, we could hear the crash of waves across the shore, but it’s way too cold for that tonight. The heat that blasted through the vents during the drive here is already dissipating. Hopefully some remnants will last long enough to keep me from getting frostbite in unpleasant places.
“We’re not here for the view, Phillips.”
“No?” He didn’t ask any questions about our destination as I drove, just fiddled with the music and stared out the window.
“No.” I pull my top off, hoping Aidan doesn’t notice the way my fingers tremble as I do. Not from cold, from nerves.
All of this is new to me, which makes it thrilling…and terrifying.
I’ve kissed guys here before, but that was it. I’ve never had sex in a car, but I’m guessing he has.
Aidan’s eyes darken to the color of pines as he stares at my boobs. The shirt I was wearing is one of my favorites, but it cuts too low in the back to wear a bra with it.
I unbutton my jeans, then shimmy out of them in the least embarrassing way I can manage, considering they’re tight and there’s a steering wheel in the way.
And then I’m left in a pink lace thong, the most colorful, least practical pair of underwear I own.
Aidan slides his seat back as far as it’ll go, which makes me certain I was right and he’s hooked up in here before. The thought bothers me less than seeing him with the girl in the coffee shop did. He’s here withme, his expression so heated I’m no longer aware of the cooling air in the cab.
“Come here.” He spreads his legs and opens his arms, his voice a deep, commanding rumble that immediately gets me wet.
A steady buzz of excitement thrums through my veins as I climb across the center console. It goes about as gracefully assliding out of my skinny jeans did, but my clumsiness seems irrelevant once I’m straddling his lap.
His hands immediately cup my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my nipples into sensitive points. I moan, rocking my hips harder into his as he leans forward and circles my left tit with his tongue. A flash of heat creeps across my chest.
“I fucking love your boobs,” he says, moving to the right one.
My eyes flutter closed as I dig my fingers into his soft hair, arching my back.
It feelsso good. The graze of his teeth. The confident way he swirls his tongue. The ridge of his erection pressed right against my center.
Even the rub of lace against denim.
All of it mixes with the relief of having this decision made. Of jumping, and no longer worrying or wondering what the landing will look like. Just enjoying the fall.
