hands clutch his shoulders, and when I blink my eyes open, I find him staring down at me, almost in awe.
We can’t continue on in the bathroom. We’ve toyed with the consequences too much as it is. There’re voices right outside, and soon management will get involved. Aiden helps me off the counter and my dress falls back into place.
We right ourselves as best as possible before walking back out into the hallway.
Before I can say a word, Aiden says we’re leaving.
“But I’m here with—”
“We’re leaving,” he says again, leaving no room for negotiations.
A laugh spills out of me as he takes my hand and starts tugging me around the dance floor.
“Mia and Blythe are around here somewhere,” I tell him.
He looks back at me and nods. “Yeah. How do you think I knew where you were?”
Right.
I hadn’t cared to consider that part. I was too shocked by his arrival, too excited to have him here in the flesh.
I spot them talking to Lucy near the bar. I expect Aiden to lead me over there, but he just waves as we pass by and continues right on dragging me out of the club after him.
“My purse!” I explain, trying to inform him that I need to go back and get it from Blythe.
“Lucy can bring it home.”
Good grief. Someone’s impatient.
Outside the club, we head north up the block.
“I’m parked up on 7th street,” Aiden explains.
“It’s like you’re trying to set a world record or something. Can you slow down?”
He stops then and turns, backing me up against the brick wall behind me. He takes my hand and presses it to the front of his jeans. I feel his hardness there, and my breath hitches.
“We get to my car or I take you against this building. Your choice, Maddie.”
Well…all right. I have no words for that. Nothing. Zip.
He shakes his head and starts off again. This time, I don’t complain about the pace as he drags me along.
At his rental car, he unlocks the doors and I scurry inside before he can toss me in. I don’t think he really would do anything to me against that brick building, but he’s in one of those moods where I don’t really want to test him and find out.
He rounds the front of the car and I watch him like cornered prey as he tugs his door open and takes his seat. The car purrs to life and I sit perfectly still, hands on my lap, breath caught in my throat.
Surely, we won’t continue right here. His windows aren’t even all that tinted. People are walking by us on the sidewalk.
Aiden doesn’t pull away from the curb right away. I think he’s considering what to do.
I peer over at him from beneath my lashes and watch as he inhales sharply before putting the car in drive and pulling out onto the road. His hands clutch the steering wheel harder than necessary. I know he’s suffering. That moment in the bathroom was about me, and now he’s the one who has to stave off his desire that much longer. I lean over and touch my hand to his knee. His thigh tenses and he looks over, a look of warning in his eyes.
The condo isn’t far from here. He can wait but…he shouldn’t have to.
“Pull over if you don’t think you can drive,” I say, letting my hand slowly skate up his denim-clad leg.
I watch his breathing hitch as my hand moves higher, reaching his zipper. I palm him through the thick fabric and his hips roll to meet my touch. I have to lean over and use both hands to unbutton his jeans and slide his zipper down. He’s wearing gray boxer briefs, and I glide my hand over the front of them as he inhales sharply. His foot hits the brake hard as we come to a stoplight, and I use the moment to my advantage, sliding my hand over the coiled muscles of his stomach and then lower, down inside his underwear and over his silky hard length. His body jerks, and I still my hand as the light turns green.
His hand covers mine and he starts to move me up and down, encouraging me. I tighten my grip around him and pump, and his hips follow my hand.
We turn another corner and his hand leaves mine to grip the wheel. I watch his face as my hand stays on him, moving. The line of his jaw and cheekbones are sharp.