Everything, for those few moments, feels incredibly right.
“I missed you,” I say, and his grip tightens around me, his hand warm at the back of my neck.
“I missed you too.” He touches his forehead to mine, then draws back to look at me. “Want to go to BFOC? I could use some food, and we can study there.”
Food is the absolute farthest thing from my mind, especially with how my stomach feels, but right now I’d agree to study at the top of Mount Everest so long as he was there.
We set off across campus again. Aidan doesn’t take my hand, and I realize he hasn’t even kissed me. His words and his embrace were intense, but I still feel off balance somehow.
He said he missed me, but what does that mean? Why has he been ignoring me these past two weeks? I don’t want to be some demanding, clingy girl, but I honestly don’t understand what’s going on between us. Are we somehow “together” now, or is he just circling back to me because he’s still attracted to me? Is he still getting laid every time he turns around while he keeps this, whatever “this” is, going with me?
I want to be able to voice my questions and find some clarity, but I can’t work out how to say these things without it sounding bad, and without ruining whatever’s going on between us.
At the café, Aidan pulls a sandwich out of the case while I hang back. “What would you like?” he asks.
“I can get it,” I say.
Arching a brow, he gives me a look. “Just let me,” he says.
His words strike me as a metaphor for our entire relationship. I’m on his time, on his terms, at his will.
I look back at him for a second and then pick a small salad out of the case, not really sure I can eat anything. Aidan pays for the food, and leads us to a quiet booth. While he tears into his sandwich, I poke at my food but can’t bring myself to eat. My confusion and frustration seem to be stuck in my throat.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I blurt out the thought at the forefront of my mind before I have a chance to second guess myself. “Why did you want to stay away from me?”
He hesitates for a moment, puts his sandwich down, and seems to be gathering his thoughts. Finally he says, “I don’t have … neither of us really has time for something serious, you know? We’ve got classes, and work, and I’ve got the band.”
My heart is beating fast. I want to continue to question him, to try to pin him down and know exactly what there is between us, but this doesn’t seem like the time for that kind of discussion. Aidan’s watching me, waiting for my reaction, and I decide to keep things light.
“Yeah,” I say. “That makes sense. We’re both really busy.”
“Right,” he says, his mouth curving into a smile. “So I thought it would be better to just … keep our distance.” The smile fades, and he puts a hand over mine. “But I don’t want to keep my distance from you.”
Heat races up my arm from his touch. I meet his eyes — those dark, devastating eyes — and I manage to answer in a whisper, “I don’t want that either.”
We hold each other’s gaze for a long moment, his hand still on mine, his eyes seeming to see deep inside me. I wonder if he can see the line I’ve just crossed in my head … and my heart.
I don’t want to keep any distance from him. I want to be all in with him, come what may. I’ve felt the heartbreak of thinking he’s done with me, and I can deal with that again if I have to. I want to be with Aidan fully. I want him to be my first.
Even if he could tell what I’m thinking, he probably wouldn’t realize what a big deal it is to me. He’s probably been through scenes like this with lots of girls before me.
My stomach tightens again, and I push away the unwelcome thought. Whatever Aidan’s done with other girls, it doesn’t matter anymore. I turn my hand beneath his so we’re palm to palm, curling my fingers around him. I don’t care if he’s a player, and I know this probably won’t be a long-term thing. I know he’s not the perfect choice for someone like me, who always tries to make the right decision. I don’t care anymore; I just want him.
I squeeze his hand, he smiles at me, and then we return to our food. A weight feels like it’s been lifted, and I dig into my salad, while Aidan’s feet tangle with mine under the table.
After we eat, we go ahead with the tutoring session, and it all feels so different, and so right. Aidan isn’t being the cocky flirt he was at our first session, and he’s not being distant either. He seems like himself, like the real him is fully present with me, and I work through my chemistry with a warm glow lighting me from inside.
“I can tell you’ve been studying,” he says, after I balance an equation in record time.
“My final’s on Thursday. I think I’m almost ready.”
“I have rehearsal Wednesday afternoon for our show Thursday, but how about if you come by practice and then we can go to my house and study? A final review before your test?”
His question warms me. He’s inviting me into his life, asking me to come by and hang out with him and the band, with people who matter to him. But I know I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. The thought of meeting the other guys is slightly intimidating. It might be best if I postpone that until sometime after the test, when I don’t need to be so focused.
“That would be great, but can I meet you at your house instead?”
“Sure. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.”
We leave the café and cross campus together, walking side-by-side, our bodies sometimes brushing together. Before we get very far, a girl is suddenly in front of us, a blonde I remember from the day we walked to Aidan’s house.
Acting as if she can’t even see me, she stands directly in front of Aidan, her hand on her jutting hip, her expression one of teasing frustration. “Hey stranger, how are you?”
“Hi,” Aidan says, his tone neutral.
“Great show, Saturday,” the blonde says. “I love your new song!”
“Yeah? That’s great.” As Aidan answers her, he casually drapes his arm around my shoulders, earning me a death stare from his fan.
Her brows lift, then her eyes narrow, and I can read her “Who the fuck are you?” expression loud and clear. I stare back at her, not speaking, but letting my eyes answer hers.
“Okay, see you,” she says, as she abruptly walks away.
We start to walk again, and Aidan takes his arm off my shoulder but laces his fingers together with mine. It feels so casual and comfortable and it lights me up inside.
As we approach the edge of campus, he squeezes my hand and says, “I’d like you to come home with me, but I have to study for finals, and I know that won’t happen if I’m with you.”
“That’s okay. I have class in a little while.”
“I’ll see you Wednesday evening?”
“Yeah.”
We stop at the corner, and Aidan takes my cheek in his hand and leans in to softly brush his lips against mine. The scent of him and the taste of him have me wanting to melt into him, to wrap myself around him and never let go. When he parts my lips with his and gently brushes my tongue to mine, I put my arms around him and kiss him back, letting him know how much I’ve missed him.
By the time we finish our goodbye, I can feel his stiffness pressing into my thigh. “I wish we were alone right now,” I say.
“Yeah?” Aidan says, sounding on the verge of being out of breath.
“Yeah. I owe you some … attention.” I twist my hips slightly to push against his erection.
Aidan groans, the sound coming from deep down inside him. He rests his forehead against mine and says, “You don’t owe me anything, but I’ll look forward to that happening sometime.”
He seems to grow harder still pressing against me. “Did I just make it worse?” I ask.
He gives me a rueful grin followed by one more quick kiss. “I’ll live.” Aidan holds his bag in front of him, throws a sexy smile my way, and heads off toward his house.
Chapter 26
Amber
I take two tests over the next two days and they go well. Between them, I continue to review my chemistry notes. I know I’ve improved, but I’m not completely confident that it will be enough.
My mood alternates sharply between nervousness over my chem final and pure, high-flying happiness. Over and over, I replay Aidan’s “I can’t stay away from you,” and feel like I could float away on a cloud. But then I bring myself back down to earth, and continue to run reviews of formulas, symbols and molecules. Would it be weird to confess that chemistry is starting to seem just a little bit sexy, since I’ve got it all tangled up with Aidan in my mind?
Shortly after five on Wednesday, I hear from Aidan as promised. I’ll be home in a few minutes. Are you ready to study?
Be there soon, I reply.
When I get to his house, Aidan’s dad is already home and greets me warmly. As Aidan and I get settled in the dining room, Mr. Holt doesn’t even bother poking around the kitchen. “We were about to order Chinese, Amber. What would you like?”
“I was kind of hoping you’d let me cook again,” I say. I do truly love cooking, and it would provide a nice change of pace from studying and taking tests, but the real joy of it comes from Mr. Holt’s response. He breaks into a broad grin and doesn’t even bother protesting.
“I was kind of hoping you’d offer,” he says, laughing as he mirrors my words.
I take over the kitchen again, finding fresh ground meat in the refrigerator and an open pack of hamburger buns on the counter. I recalled seeing pasta and canned tomatoes in the pantry last time, and when I find those, I decide to make spaghetti. I make a meat sauce for the pasta and toast the buns with butter and garlic powder.
It is possibly an even more simple meal than the omelets, but again both men act like I’ve served them a Sunday dinner that I slaved over for hours. “This is delicious, Amber,” Aidan’s dad tells me. “Superlative, in fact.” Their response makes me want to cook something for them that’s actually impressive.
There’s something sexy about watching Aidan enjoy food I’ve prepared for him, too. Of course, everything Aidan does is sexy, so … yeah.
After we eat, Mr. Holt says he’ll clean up so that we can get started on studying, and Aidan leads me down the hall to his bedroom. Once we’re inside his small room, he closes the door behind him, and I draw in a breath.
I want to look all around his space, to see what he has on his walls and desk, to find more clues about what’s important to him. I notice a Black Keys poster, a bookshelf, and a soccer ball in the corner, but as soon as the door closes and we’re alone, I can’t look away from him.
He seems bigger in this enclosed space. With his dark head framed against the white background of his door, he stares back at me. He raises an eyebrow and turns his mouth up into that wicked grin. “What?” he says, sounding on the verge of laughter.
I know I’m looking at him with wide eyes, and I can’t help it. “Nothing,” I say, smiling back at him.
“You look pretty excited to get started studying,” he says.
“Oh, I am,” I say. My eyes drop to his lips, then to his chest, broad in a baby blue t-shirt. My gaze drops lower to his lean hips, snug in dark jeans. I can’t believe I’m thinking the thoughts I am, with Aidan’s dad right in the other room, but I can’t help it. I want to touch him.
Aidan clears his throat and I pull my eyes back up to his. “Ms. Paulson. I take my tutoring responsibilities very seriously, and I think you need to get your mind back onto chemistry.”
I give him a playful pout, and Aidan quickly closes the space between us. He kisses me softly and then pulls back. “The test is important. Let’s make sure you’re ready.” His voice is soft and deep, and does things to my body that make it very hard for me to think about school at all.
“Okay, you’re right.” I pull out my notes and my tablet and we settle onto Aidan’s bed to study. On his bed. It takes several long minutes before I manage to forget my surroundings and focus on the lessons.
He takes the lead, quizzing me on all the things I need to have memorized, and I answer all of his questions correctly. Then we work on equations, and find a few weak spots. Aidan gives me more tips, we practice some more, and then review everything all over again.
Eventually the formulas start to blur, and Aidan, next to me on the bed, comes into sharper focus.
“How do you calculate molar mass?” he asks.
All I can think about is his leg pressed against mine. “I want to calculate your mass,” I whisper, putting my hand on his thigh.
His eyes darken and his face grows more serious. He gets up and silently twists the lock on his door, then he lies on the bed on his back, pulling me down with him. I nestle in beside him as we kiss, and though we’ve kissed many times now, being horizontal, on his bed, all alone, takes it to a whole new level. I’m instantly breathless with longing, hyper aware of the length of his body pressed against the entire length of mine.
I wrap my arm around his chest, and as we kiss, I slowly move my hand lower, skimming across his flat stomach before I fumble around in search of the snap on his jeans. Aidan groans quietly as my fingers touch the bare skin at his waist, then I feel his hand come down to help me.
I lay my head on his chest and watch as he unzips and frees himself. His room is brightly lit, and I’m glad he can’t see my face because I’m sure my eyes go wide at the sight of him. I’ve seen cocks before, of course, but Aidan’s just looks so big.
He pushes his jeans and underwear down on his hips, and wraps his hand around his cock, aiming it toward the ceiling. He runs his palm down the length of it, and I watch it grow at his touch. It’s long and thick, and beautiful.
I wrap my hand around it, just below Aidan’s, and he puts his hand over mine. Squeezing my hand gently, he guides me in a slow stroke of his cock.
“Hang on a minute,” he whispers. He stretches his other arm out to his nightstand drawer and pulls out a small bottle of lubricant. My heart beats even faster at the sight of it, and my mind floods with questions about what kind of experience he’s had, and how he’s used the lube.
His hand still on mine, he moves my palm into a position to receive a drizzle of the silky substance. Then Aidan stretches both of his arms overhead, makes himself comfortable, and leaves me to explore him on my own.
I wrap my hand around him again and slide my palm up and down. The skin on his cock feels so soft, and beneath the smooth surface he’s so hard. The contrast is fascinating and exciting. I grip him more firmly, remembering how he’d done it, and I gradually start to move faster, stretching out the full length of him, and slipping my hand from the shaft, over the head and back.
Aidan sucks in a breath and I take that as a good sign that I’m doing something right. I increase my speed a little more, and soon I feel his body tense beneath me. He reaches down and wraps his hand around mine again, this time aiming his cock away from us, and I watch in fascination as he starts to come, the ribbons of his climax spurting onto his shirt and the bed beside him.
My palm is still around him as he softens slightly, and when I move my hand away, he quivers as if he’s now sensitive to my touch.
“Let me clean up,” he whispers. He rolls onto his side, sits up and pulls his t-shirt off, giving me a gorgeous view of his well-defined back. The tattoo on his arm stretches around his shoulder, and when he turns toward me I see that the ink I’ve caught glimpses of is a dragon that wraps around his arm and breathes fire onto his chest.
It’s so appropriate, because just looking at his bare torso has me nearly burning up in flames. I want to wrap myself around him just like that dragon and explore every inch of him.
Aidan crawls back up on the bed beside me and I still can’t take my eyes off his gorgeous body. He’s tucked his cock back inside his pants, but his cut abs and muscular chest fight for my attention. How does one man get to be so damn good looking?
He kisses me, and it feels so intimate after
what we’ve just shared. “Now let me take care of you,” he says, then lays a line of kisses along my jaw.
“I should go,” I say, though it takes all of my willpower to utter the words. “I have another test tomorrow before chemistry and I haven’t studied much for it yet.”
“Just give me a few more minutes. I’ll work fast.” He nuzzles a path down my neck, and I couldn’t argue with him even if I wanted to.
While his trail of kisses travels lower on my neck, down to my collarbone, he slips his hand under my shirt and pushes the cup of my bra aside, and then his mouth is on my breast, pulling at my nipple. I nearly forget where we are and cry out, it feels so good.
Of course, his lips and tongue, so good at kissing and at licking my pussy last time I was here, do amazing things to my breasts, bringing out sensations I hadn’t imagined possible. I’m instantly flooded with wetness as Aidan’s dark head works over my chest.
He slides a hand down across my stomach and expertly opens my jeans. But he doesn’t bother to remove them; he slips a hand inside my underwear and suddenly his finger is on my clit, pressing, circling, making me arch my body beneath him, toes curled.
Faster than I’d have thought possible, I’m overwhelmed. His wet mouth on my hard nipples, his long fingers dancing across my slick pussy, his shirtless body pressed against mine, his dark head bent over me.
“Aidan,” I call out, quietly but urgently. “Oh my god.” My body starts to quiver beneath him as the waves of pleasure overtake me. He cups his hand over my sex, pressing his fingers into my folds as I come. He flicks the tip of his tongue rapidly over one of my nipples, drawing out more feeling, extending the strength of my orgasm to nearly unbearable pleasure.
“Oh god, oh Aidan.” I run out of breath and words as I let it overtake me.
When I open my eyes, after realizing they were squeezed tightly shut, Aidan is smiling over me. God, what a beautiful sight.
“I love making you come,” he says.
Such a beautiful man, and so generous too. I’ve heard other girls complaining about their boyfriends taking more than giving, but with Aidan, the reverse is true.
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