stay focused anywhere for too long.
He finally breaks us apart and steps back, but he keeps hold of my body. He turns and scans the crowd, looking for something.
“Fuck, let’s go,” he says, starting to tug me off the dance floor.
“Where?”
The club is huge and there’s a hallway that leads to a second floor. Before we reach the stairs, though, Aiden pushes open a bathroom door, thrusts me inside, and then steps in after me. He engages the lock, the metal sliding into place like an ominous warning.
“Aiden, this is a horrible idea! We’re going to get caught.”
He doesn’t listen to me. Already, he’s stalking forward, backing me up to the sink. His mouth tips up into a sinister smile just before his hands reach for me. He picks me up and hoists me onto the counter, right at the edge. With one hand on each knee, he parts my thighs, and my dress slides higher.
My attention pings from him to the locked door and then back again. I’m not a rulebreaker. I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t want to get in trouble. I’m telling Aiden this, and his smile only widens. He likes this game. He likes that my heart’s racing in my chest as his hand slides up my thigh, turning slow circles.
“Maybe we’ll get caught,” he taunts as his fingers skim my panties. “Or maybe we won’t.”
My stomach dips in anticipation.
Already, the fight is seeping out of me. He cups me through my underwear, using the soft material to toy with me. I try to squeeze my thighs closed, but his hand is already there, pressed to the center of me as two of his fingers rub steady circles.
“No one has any idea what I’m doing to you in here,” he says, dropping his head so his mouth skims my cheek. “They have no idea I’m touching you like this.”
My hand drops to his wrist. I’m trying to do something, pull him away or make him continue. I haven’t decided which.
“Open your legs for me.”
My gaze drops to where he’s touching me. I have such a weak grip on his wrist. It’s pitiful, the effort I’m putting in.
His fingers push into my panties so that I feel the touch all the way to the tips of my toes. I gasp and he continues, moving in soft, slow circles.
I shudder and his mouth trails to my neck. I tip my head to the side, giving him better access, and then he presses my legs apart again, wider this time, enough that he can continue touching me without any resistance.
I feel slightly woozy on the edge of the counter, like I need some kind of handhold. I grip his shoulders as he presses his fingers in, a little harder, a taste of what’s to come if he pulls the fabric aside.
He skims across the part of me that’s begging for his touch and I rock my hips, chasing the feeling that keeps building inside me. I’m so close just from this, just from him teasing me.
Suddenly, I get one swift taste of it, the sudden lick of pleasure, but then he takes his hand away and I release a frustrated groan against his chest. He laughs and my gaze flares with anger as I meet his eyes once again. He’s staring down at me with such intensity, such need, and our gazes stay hooked together as his fingers slide my panties aside, baring me to the cool air.
I shudder as his fingers finally touch me without the barrier of clothes between us. Finally, we’re skin to skin, his finger skimming over me, spreading me, teasing me as he moves lower. My eyes squeeze closed as I try to process the onslaught of tension building in me, the absolute bliss of feeling him fill me. I rock my hips against him, riding his hand. He encourages me, kissing my neck, thrusting his finger to meet my rhythm.
There’s a knock on the door, but we don’t answer. Instead, his thumb rubs me, and my body responds immediately. Someone speaks outside the bathroom, but Aiden doesn’t stop. His thumb rubs the very center of me, the part of me that throbs with need. I splinter and break, crying out for half an instant before Aiden’s mouth covers mine, silencing me. He doesn’t let up, his touch dragging me through pleasure until the last shudder subsides, and all I’m aware of is my eyes pinched closed and my uneven breaths. My