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THE NEXT MORNING,I woke wrapped in warmth. It was nothing like waking up cold on Zada’s hardwood floor. In the back of my mind, I knew it wasn’t right, but I was too tired and comfortable to care. Instead of opening my eyes, I snuggled into the warmth and buried myself into the heat.
A deep moan sounded from beside me, and I opened my eyes in shock. That was not supposed to be happening. I ran the night before through my mind on fast forward, trying to remember if I had done something stupid, but the last thing I could remember was doing shots with Zada.
I clenched my eyes tightly.
What had I done?
Sliding to the side, I moved away from the warm male body beside me, making it possible to see the guy’s face. Relief rolled through me when I saw Aiken instead of a stranger.
How had I gotten in Aiken’s bed?
He was sleeping peacefully, his face relaxed and without the usual smug grim. He looked beautiful, lying there like an innocent when I knew he was nothing of the sort. My fingers itched to touch his lips, but I was too afraid he would wake and catch me.
I still had my clothes on, and he was in a pair of sweats. We were both mostly dressed. My eyes trailed over his broad shoulders, taking in his tattoos and golden skin, before skimming over his thick neck and falling to his chest. I looked lower, my eyes scanning his flat stomach before following the trail of dark hair beneath his navel. His sweats were pulled low, his lower ab muscles forming a perfect V.
Then I was staring at his hardness, prodding proud and high, forming a tent in his sweatpants.
He was huge.
Did we have sex?
I didn’t feel any different, and I was sure if we had, I would be sore. Especially considering how large he looked through his sweats.
Maybe nothing happened?
I moved again, but this time he turned toward me and pulled me back into his chest. A deep sound vibrated from him that sent a wave of goosebumps down my body.
I had never been so close to a man, and the way his hard, hot body felt against mine was making me experience things I had never experienced before. There was a clenching sensation in my lower stomach—a throbbing in my clit—and my nipples were so hard I was afraid they would pop through the fabric of my bra.
Everything was heightened.
My senses were in overdrive, making me feel as if I were seconds away from a massive panic attack. I scanned the room and went through my sensory steps to keep the anxiety at bay.
Five things I could see.
One: Aiken’s plump lips and his two lips piercings, which were now rings instead of silver studs. Two: the skull tattoo on the side of his neck, and three: his gigantic arms. His hands, which were large and hard, and the symbols tatted on each of his fingers.
My mind shifted from its task, imagining what he could do with those large hands and whether he was capable of soft touches. Four: his abs, and the way they bunched and moved with every breath he took.
I swallowed the pressure pushing against my chest.
The attack was still coming.
Five: the dark hair around his navel, which my fingers begged to touch. The elastic waistband on his sweats, and—
God. What was happening to me?
Four things I could touch.
My nail scrapped across his heated skin as I followed the path of his high cheekbones, skimming over his perfect nose. A soft sound escaped from between his lips, pushing a puff of hot breath against my fingertips. My fingers moved down his face, grazing his chin and neck before following the muscular lines of his chest and abs.
He shivered, and another sound escaped him. This time deeper and darker. More carnal.
The soft dark hair beneath his navel tickled my palm before I ran a single finger along the elastic waistband of his sweats. He was so hot all over. His skin was like fire, making my chilled fingers tingle from its heat.
When I trailed my fingers over the v-cut muscles above his waistband, the sounds that escaped his lips rumbled from his chest, vibrating my body.
Three things I could hear.
