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me for days. As if reading my thoughts, his eyes went molten and my knees trembled.
“Go now, Scarlett, or I’m going to kiss you,” he warned on a growl.
I didn’t move, partly because I wanted him to kiss me, and partly because I wasn’t sure my knees would be strong to hold me upright as I exited.
“Fuck it,” he rumbled, right before he pulled me toward him so fast my body collided with his. Then his hands went to cup my jaw and his fingers threaded through my hair and he tilted my head sideways. His head slanted the opposite way and then his full lips were colliding with my own. God, god, he tasted good. Peppermint. So fresh. His tongue slid inside my mouth and I thought it prudent to wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on for dear life, because this ride he was taking me on should have come with a warning, or a seatbelt at the very least. I sighed into his mouth, letting him ravish me. My clit pulsed and my nipples tingled so I pressed myself against him and felt the hardness between his legs as it hit my stomach.
Oh, my.
One of his hands left my jaw and travelled down my ribcage, over my hip, until it settled on my ass. He squeezed tight, pulling me impossibly closer to him, and that’s the way he remained, even when his mouth left mine and he whispered, “ Fuck ,” as his phone started ringing.
“What?” he barked into the handset, his hand still groping my ass, my arms still wrapped around his neck, my body still pressed tight against his. I was trying to regain my breath and doing it with my face buried into his neck.
“I’ll be there in five.”
I tried to push off him, but his fingers pressed into my butt, communicating he wanted me to stay put. I stayed put. He replaced the handset and looked down to me.
“Sorry, babe, I’ve got to get to work.”
“Okay,” I replied, my voice sounding as melty as my insides felt. He grinned and brushed his lips against mine once more.
“You busy tonight?”
I shook my head.
“Dinner.”
I wanted to offer for him to come to my house, and I would cook for him. But, I resisted the urge, and instead nodded my head.
“Text me your address when you get back to your car. I’ll pick you up at seven.” He handed me a slip of paper with his cell number on it.
“Okay,” I whispered, still breathy as I clutched the paper in my palm.
“I got to get work, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks go red as I righted myself.
He took my hand and led me out of his office and through the door near the front desk, using the photo ID tag clipped on his uniform pants to let us out.
“Seven, baby. Text me your address.”
“Okay, Aden,” I agreed softly before I left the now-vacant visiting area and walked across the parking lot to my car. It wasn’t until I was safe inside that I let out a rush of breath and banged my head on the steering wheel. What the hell was I doing? How on earth had I managed to agree to a second date with Aden? Even as I thought that, I flipped my phone open and sent him my address. Then I drove home and got ready for our dinner.
CHAPTER NINE
On my bed, I had four different outfits laid out: One pair of faded Levi’s with a flowy pale blue top with shimmery silver thread. Beside that was a pair of black skinny jeans with an indigo colored silk top with shoestring straps. Next was a little black dress, strapless, tight, and short. Finally, I had a billowy, halter-neck maxi dress in a plethora of muted colors. I hadn’t asked Aden whether it was going to be a jeans or dress night, so I was standing there beside my bed, chewing on my fingernail, contemplating which outfit to wear, when I thought screw it. I swiped open my phone, brought up his number, and hit go.
“Scarlett,” he answered on the fourth ring. His gravelly tone slid over my body and I reveled in it for a moment too long, because I heard the amusement in his
“Go now, Scarlett, or I’m going to kiss you,” he warned on a growl.
I didn’t move, partly because I wanted him to kiss me, and partly because I wasn’t sure my knees would be strong to hold me upright as I exited.
“Fuck it,” he rumbled, right before he pulled me toward him so fast my body collided with his. Then his hands went to cup my jaw and his fingers threaded through my hair and he tilted my head sideways. His head slanted the opposite way and then his full lips were colliding with my own. God, god, he tasted good. Peppermint. So fresh. His tongue slid inside my mouth and I thought it prudent to wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on for dear life, because this ride he was taking me on should have come with a warning, or a seatbelt at the very least. I sighed into his mouth, letting him ravish me. My clit pulsed and my nipples tingled so I pressed myself against him and felt the hardness between his legs as it hit my stomach.
Oh, my.
One of his hands left my jaw and travelled down my ribcage, over my hip, until it settled on my ass. He squeezed tight, pulling me impossibly closer to him, and that’s the way he remained, even when his mouth left mine and he whispered, “ Fuck ,” as his phone started ringing.
“What?” he barked into the handset, his hand still groping my ass, my arms still wrapped around his neck, my body still pressed tight against his. I was trying to regain my breath and doing it with my face buried into his neck.
“I’ll be there in five.”
I tried to push off him, but his fingers pressed into my butt, communicating he wanted me to stay put. I stayed put. He replaced the handset and looked down to me.
“Sorry, babe, I’ve got to get to work.”
“Okay,” I replied, my voice sounding as melty as my insides felt. He grinned and brushed his lips against mine once more.
“You busy tonight?”
I shook my head.
“Dinner.”
I wanted to offer for him to come to my house, and I would cook for him. But, I resisted the urge, and instead nodded my head.
“Text me your address when you get back to your car. I’ll pick you up at seven.” He handed me a slip of paper with his cell number on it.
“Okay,” I whispered, still breathy as I clutched the paper in my palm.
“I got to get work, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks go red as I righted myself.
He took my hand and led me out of his office and through the door near the front desk, using the photo ID tag clipped on his uniform pants to let us out.
“Seven, baby. Text me your address.”
“Okay, Aden,” I agreed softly before I left the now-vacant visiting area and walked across the parking lot to my car. It wasn’t until I was safe inside that I let out a rush of breath and banged my head on the steering wheel. What the hell was I doing? How on earth had I managed to agree to a second date with Aden? Even as I thought that, I flipped my phone open and sent him my address. Then I drove home and got ready for our dinner.
CHAPTER NINE
On my bed, I had four different outfits laid out: One pair of faded Levi’s with a flowy pale blue top with shimmery silver thread. Beside that was a pair of black skinny jeans with an indigo colored silk top with shoestring straps. Next was a little black dress, strapless, tight, and short. Finally, I had a billowy, halter-neck maxi dress in a plethora of muted colors. I hadn’t asked Aden whether it was going to be a jeans or dress night, so I was standing there beside my bed, chewing on my fingernail, contemplating which outfit to wear, when I thought screw it. I swiped open my phone, brought up his number, and hit go.
“Scarlett,” he answered on the fourth ring. His gravelly tone slid over my body and I reveled in it for a moment too long, because I heard the amusement in his
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