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I nod, and his rumble of satisfaction bleeds into my veins with an exhilarating sizzle.

A restless buzz saturates the air when he sits me on the back of the couch and lowers his head to kiss my neck.

His erection digs into my stomach, begging to get out of his pants and right inside me. A strangled noise escapes my throat.

“I want to see you,” he rasps, brushing my hair back, his other hand still clutching the hem of my shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Yes,” I breathe. Apparently, I only need that one word when Aiden is in my vicinity.

My entire body is crackling. The draft does nothing to cool my heated skin when he pulls off my shirt in one swift move.

The curse that follows sends a vibration through my core.

It’s so electric, I shiver despite the heat licking my body.

My cheeks must be crimson as I sit completely naked for only him to see.

Aiden doesn’t waste another second covering my nipples with his hot mouth. I cry out, my back arching in his hold. He runs a thumb over the other sensitive bud and I’m panting. I’m so wet already, and he’s barely touched me. I’m not sure how I can handle any more.

Rough hands slide to my waist, holding tight. “Is this how you walk around? Naked under those thin T-shirts?”

“It gets hot at night,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper when his hot touch spreads like a fever writhing and pulsing in my veins.

He hums, and his hands eagerly roam every part of me, as he kisses my collarbone, down to my breasts, and then my stomach. When he reaches my belly button, my breathing shallows. He goes lower to my navel and finally sinks to his knees again.

“Is this okay?”

Does he even need to ask that? I’m ready to go off like a fire hose. But he’s still looking up at me, waiting for an answer, so I nod. Isn’t it obvious?

“Words, Summer. I need your words.” His gentle voice touches a corner of that rapidly beating thing in my chest, but his expression is of barely contained need. I’m shaking when his fingers press harder into my thighs as he waits for an answer.

“ Yes ,” I breathe. “It’s more than okay.”

He kisses my thighs and holds me like a meal he’s going to devour. “Tell me to stop and I will. Understand?”

I nod, but he continues to look at me. “Yes, I understand.”

He yanks my hips forward and off the edge of the couch, and my hands shoot out to stabilize myself when he presses his face between my thighs.

Before I can take my next breath, his mouth seals over me, and I’m pretty sure I’m floating out of state.

Aiden’s tongue slides over my clit, and my legs tremor.

His lips curve in an infuriating smirk, and he drives his tongue inside me.

I throw my head back, and my fingers dig into the couch, almost piercing through the fabric. Amara would kill me if I ruined our couch. Though, if she knew the reason, I’m sure she’d understand.

“ Jesus .” He lets out an amused breath. “I knew you’d taste this good.” His words make my toes curl, and his moan races up my spine. I expected dirty talk from him, but experiencing it has goosebumps riddling my skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers, leaving small kisses along my inner thighs. Aiden works his tongue inside me like it’s his last meal. Like giving me pleasure is his sole purpose in life.

I’ve had men go down on me, but I’ve never had one worship me. The grip on my thighs loosens when he brings his fingers where his mouth is, holding me open with his thumbs. The exposed position makes me shiver with an oncoming orgasm.

“Oh God ,” I moan. My hands sink into his hair as he continues torturing my clit. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slips a finger inside me, and I feel the moan in his throat when I squeeze around him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasps, sliding in a second finger.

I feel so full, my head falls back in pure pleasure. His teeth nip my clit, and I whimper.

“Watch me,” he orders. “Watch me fuck you with my mouth, Summer.”

He does a twirl and flick that I can’t comprehend, but my body loves. He doesn’t take his hypnotizing green eyes off me, and I can’t seem to look away either. Not even when I see that cocky glint, the one that would otherwise make me tell him to fuck off.

My hand sifts into his hair, and I press him into me. His deep rumble tells me he finds my desperation amusing, but I couldn’t care less. This smartass can tease me forever if this is the pleasure his tongue gives me.

“Don’t stop.” My needy voice sounds foreign to my ears.

He hums against my core, and it burns through my blood like an inferno. How flammable are humans?

Aiden runs the flat of his tongue over my clit as his fingers move in and out of me. “Is this a good enough kiss for you, baby?”

The baby absolutely ruins me. I'm a trembling, shaking mess in his hands, and the writhing becomes unbearable when he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder.

If I thought the earlier position wrecked me, this one absolutely demolishes me.

His heavy callused hand squeezes the soft flesh of my thigh in a rough grip.

“Aiden, I can’t—”

“Come on my tongue, Summer. Show me how good my mouth feels on your pussy.”

That’s all it takes. I come completely undone. Pulsing and squeezing around his finger until he withdraws them. Aiden kisses up my torso to meet my neck, his hair mussed from my erratic pulling. The need for him gnaws at me like a persistent woodpecker.

Standing, he maps my naked body like he’s memorizing it. As if what he just did to me isn't even close to enough for him. Seeing my flushed face, he smiles like he’s accomplished a difficult feat. When his tongue swipes across his wet lips, my pulse drifts between my thighs.

Rough hands cup my face, and soft lips touch my forehead in a feather-light kiss. The contrast of what those lips just did between my legs and now to my forehead -circuits my brain.

I reach for his waistband to undo his jeans, but his half-lidded gaze turns reluctant. Aiden releases a strained breath, and it looks like he’s doing everything to hold himself back. When I cup the erection tenting his jeans, he stops me.

Of every possibility of how tonight could have gone, Aiden on his knees in front of me was quite literally at the bottom of the list. But somehow this was even lower.

With his thumb grazing my bottom lip and a pitiful smile on his face, he shakes his head. Aiden moves away from my parted legs, and I feel cold and exposed. The realization of what just happened hits me hard. I close my legs as the sudden rejection pools in my stomach.

Aiden grabs my shirt from the floor and pulls it back over my head. With one last look, Aiden covers me completely. I’ve never been more disappointed to be dressed.

“Aiden,” I say, taking hold of his hands as he’s adjusting my shirt. With a rough exhale, he finally looks at me.

If confidence was the reason I found my voice, the look on his face is the reason I lose it again.

“If you want it, you’re going to come to me.” He lifts my hair from the shirt, pushing it back. “The next time I have you, it won’t be to prove something or to win some competition. It’s going to be because you know the only guy that can satisfy you is me.”

With one last look, he walks out.