Sinful Ever After - Vivian Wood Page 0,61

that I open my eyes again. His brow is furrowed, his gaze fiery.

“I’ve been thinking about it. About how badly I want to fuck you. And I’m weak, Olivia. I want— No, I need it to be our secret,” he says at last. “Grayson never has to know about any of this. All I really want to know is whether or not I should use a condom.”

I bite my lower lip and shake my head. “I’m on the pill. But are you… have you been tested?”

He grins a little. “Yeah. Every month, without fail, I get tested for everything. I’m clean.”

I blush furiously, unable to meet his gaze. “I think we’re in the clear.”

Then he kisses me, his hands gripping my waist hard. And I put my arms around his neck, moaning as he kisses my neck. Little ripples of pleasure are already taking over my body and I don't have the willpower to resist.

“Yes,” I answer, my response little more than a huff of air. Every nerve ending is firing, alive with need. “Take me right now.”

I look at Aiden. His eyes bore into me. His fingers skim my cheek.

“You deserve more,” he whispers.

“I don't want it,” I say.

“At least let me take you inside,” he says quietly. “Make your first time special.”

I lean into him. “I don't care where I am.”

He backs me toward the fallen tree, his fingers touching my bare shoulder, drawing the strap of my sheer tank top down, inch by scorching inch. I close my eyes as my ass hits the tree trunk.

This is really it. It’s happening, after all these years of wanting Aiden.

I close my eyes and breathe out, trying to memorize each sensation I’m feeling so that I will remember them forever.

Then he surprises me by picking me up, carrying me toward the Morgan estate. I don't fight him on it; as long as he’s willing to have me, it doesn’t matter where.

I just kiss his ear, bracing myself for Aiden to put me down.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Olivia

We make it back to his apartment in one piece although Aiden stumbles with me in his arms more than a couple of times. He manages to make it inside the apartment and slam the door, carrying me to the bedroom. I giggle a little bit and he seems to drink it up.

Aiden is everywhere all at once, his calloused fingers touching my shoulders and my breasts, his hips pinning mine against the doorway. I throw my head back as he traces his lips down the column of my neck to the firm lines of my collarbone. He shifts me impatiently, pulling me up to sit on the bed.

He draws the remaining shoulder strap of my tank top down my arm, exposing more cleavage. “Fuck,” he mutters, sliding his gaze up to meet my own. “Do you realize how fucking beautiful you are, Olive?”

My cheeks turn pink. He used my nickname again, one I’ve hardly heard since I was a kid. Under his relentless gaze, I feel so seen, the opposite of invisible.

“No,” I breathe. His look is so direct and frank, so honest. It sears me from the inside out.

When he speaks again, it’s as much a worshipful promise as it is a compliment.

“I do.” He sucks in a ragged breath. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”

My eyes widen at that. It’s a little hard to believe him, but it’s even harder not to counter that with the earnestness written across his face.

In the next second, Aiden buries his face in the space between my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra, so when he pushes aside the material and exposes both my breasts, I’m bare before him.

“Fuck,” he mutters again, looking at my breasts. My hard pink nipples demand attention. My whole body tingles in anticipation of his mouth on my skin.

He puts his hands on my breasts, pushing them together, licking and kissing them both. My back bows, thrusting my nipples out and pushing my head back. I feel that familiar connection in my body, between my neck and my breasts, my nipples and my pussy. I roll my hips against his, my mouth opening to release a soft moan.

This is everything. This moment, these sensations, that passionate expression on his face. They are what I was missing, without even knowing it. I suddenly feel like I am on the threshold of being a whole person.

I push eagerly onward, rolling my hips again. Aiden has whatever I lack. He’s going to fill a chasm