Sinful Ever After - Vivian Wood Page 0,72

in the next second, she sinks against me. Burying her hands in my hair, she opens her mouth to me, letting my tongue slide against hers. When she finally breaks away, pulling back, I can see the desire written in her blue eyes.

“You are a hypocrite,” she whispers, kissing me lightly on the lips. “You punched that guy for trying to do what you just did.”

My lips curve upward. “So? I had just cause, I think.”

She smiles. “You are a fucking liar.”

I’ve never heard her curse before, but I like it. Backing away from her, I offer her my hand. “So choose then. But choose wisely.”

She bites her lower lip and takes my hand. I turn and lead her off the porch, toward the staff apartments.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Olivia

When I pull Aiden toward my apartment, he resists. “Come to my place,” he says. “I have records and whiskey.”

So I let him sweep me up the steps of his apartment, ushering me inside the door. I pull off my mask when he does, blushing for no reason except that I’m very close to him right now. He stops me there to kiss me briefly, then his face creases into a smile.

“Let me put an album on,” he says.

I crinkle my nose. “What are you going to play?”

He gives me a look. “I don't know. I was thinking about Portishead.”

I tilt my head, closing the door behind us. “I don't know who that is.”

He smiles at that. “Perfect. Stay right there while I put it on.”

He walks over to the kitchen, pulling open a cabinet. There are a hundred records inside and it only takes him half a minute to find the right one. Then he saunters over to the record player, flipping its case open. In another half a minute the record is spinning, the record player emitting low, sultry sounds. A woman starts singing, her sensual voice high and the words lyrical.

Aiden turns and looks at me. “Come here,” he commands, swinging his hips a little in time to the beat.

Feeling my heartbeat rise, I move towards him, the long skirt I’m wearing rustling. He unbuttons the first two buttons of his white shirt at his throat, his gaze wandering down my body. It’s insane how hot I feel right now, when he hasn’t even touched me yet.

I walk right up to him, pressing up on my tiptoes to catch his lips. He cups both of my cheeks, groaning as he pulls me closer. Our bodies touch, my breasts and hips scorching as they are crushed against his hard torso.

He sighs, looking up at me. He looks so appealing in that moment, his hair perfectly mussed and his color still high.

My lips lift. I shift against his body, savoring the press of skin to skin. “What?”

Aiden’s gaze dips down to my body. “I know I just had you, but I want you again.”

Heat pools in my cheeks and slides down low in my body. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

His eyes lift to meet mine. “It’s not necessarily bad. It’s just…. more complicated.”

I think about that for a second. “I don't think anyone needs to know, if that’s what you’re worried about still.”

Guilt flashes across his face. He reaches out to cup my jaw. “That’s one of the reasons.”

I turn my head to kiss his palm. “What are the others?”

He sighs again. “I’m no good for you, Olivia. I’m no good for anybody, but especially not you. You’re so young—”

I roll my eyes. “Talking about my age isn’t a convincing argument.”

Aiden’s expression turns to steel. “There are other reasons. I’m not faithful, for one.”

“So? What does that have to do with whether or not we hook up again? I don't recall asking you to be anyone you’re not. You are the one putting emphasis on these things.”

He doesn’t look entirely convinced. “So you’re okay with just hooking up? No… like, long-term goals? No labels?”

I wiggle my body until our faces are almost even. Then I kiss him gently on the lips.

Then I look him in the eye, my expression stern. “I asked you to take my virginity, not to be my husband. So… yeah. Maybe we could establish some boundaries — like neither of us will screw anyone else for the next couple of weeks. But other than that, let’s keep it easy. No pressure. No rules.”

His eyebrows lift. “Are you sure?”

Am I? I’m pretty sure that I am, if it means that I get Aiden.

My breath catches for a