The tendons in his neck stretch as he tilts his head, trying to regain some semblance of control. The condo is just up ahead, just another turn and we’re in the parking garage underneath the building.
Aiden pulls into a spot in guest parking and slams on the brakes.
It’s too bright down here, still too populated. A group of women walk out of the building, laughing, and I move my hand, my cheeks turning bright red as they load into the car directly beside ours. Aiden has zipped up his pants again by the time I glance back over to him, but now it’s a new challenge: get to the condo as fast as we can. Aiden takes me up the delivery elevator that has an entrance right inside the garage.
He remembers all the shortcuts from his time living here: the stairwell to avoid, the fact that our front door jams if you don’t turn the key exactly right. We’re inside and it’s jarring to see him backlit by the space we used to share together. He and I are back here again, but the circumstances have changed dramatically.
He laughs when he catches himself leading me to his old room.
“Lucy would love that,” I tease as I push him in the direction of my bedroom. “She’d die of shock.”
His mouth curves into a teasing smile and then we’re at the threshold of my room, finally allowed to touch in ways we’ve been wanting to for the last hour.
Clothes fly immediately. Aiden ruins my dress when he yanks it off, stretching out the neckline. Then he kisses me before I finish undressing, turning me so that I’m up against the bedroom door. He’s pressed in behind me, shrouding my body with his.
I arch my neck and he kisses my lips as he tugs my panties down my hips, pushing them until they fall to the floor.
Then his hands cover my body, keeping me in place as he grinds his jean-clad hips against mine. I hiss in pain. The denim is rough against my sensitive skin, and he’s not being gentle. Not at all.
We have a perfectly good bed that’s a few feet from where I stand, but Aiden can’t make it there. He pushes down his jeans, angles himself against me, and thrusts inside me, a shocked gasp escaping before I can help it. I’m up on my tiptoes, trying to meet his thrusts, but he’s relentless.
Our fingers twine together on the door as he pulls out and pushes back in. For a split second, we’re perfectly synced up, our bodies connected as much as they physically can be. Then he tugs himself out again, only so far that he can get the leverage he wants. His pace picks up and my body rocks against the door. My cheek presses against the cold wood.
I cry out as he sinks into me and hits a little too deep, and his mouth kisses my cheek and my neck. It’s his silent apology, his way of making it up to me for being a bit too rough.
I don’t want him to ease up. This feels necessary, this hard, fast, quick, unrestrained show of passion. It’s the way he makes me feel on a daily basis: crazy in love.
I reach back and cup his neck, arching my back. His hand skates around the front of my body and cups my breast through my bra, teasing me as he stays pressed inside me, rolling his hips. My fingers touch the base of his hair and his hand moves lower, down the front of my body, over the center of my stomach and navel, down between my legs.
He touches me there and I shiver with pleasure.
His other hand moves up around my neck, like he’s keeping me there so he can continue, thrusting into me and swirling his fingers. His hand around my neck tightens a little. It’s not suffocating as much as it’s claiming. It’s an assurance that I’m there in his arms and I’m not going anywhere.
He breathes my name as he starts to move faster, deeper. His thrusts turn stronger as he holds me in place against that door. His thumb finds my sensitive spot, and his hips rock in tight circles. The tension inside me detonates quicker than before, sharper and more intense.
My reaction steals the last vestiges of control from Aiden, and I feel his muscles clench as pulsing shudders rack through him. He drops his head to the crook of my neck