“I’m sorry,” I say. The words tumbled from my lips. Aden reacts to them as if I’d taken his cock back in my mouth.

“Shh—” He trails off, unable to keep up this part of the conversation.

Aden pulls me to my feet, his mouth, capturing mine. He kisses me fast and deep and frantic, his grip at my neck and his thumb at my throat. With another growl he stops, kissing me. His hands work at my pants. Aden strips them down and shoves them off along with my panties. He rips them away like they’re a nuisance and I should’ve come here naked, exposed to him from the very beginning.

He bunches up the clothes and tosses them against the wall. Aiden’s eyes roam over my face and my half-naked body. His lips glisten, nearly swollen, from our kiss, his eyes dark.

I feel everything all over again. That one moment. The one that changed everything.

Aden reaches for the hem of my top like he wants to tear that off, too, but instead his hands go around my waist and he lifts me off my feet, shoving my back against the wall. I curl my legs around his hips, feeling his length, hot and throbbing, surrounded by the rough denim of his jeans.

Aden drags his mouth over my neck, thrusting against me, the velvet skin over his erection sliding through my folds. Fuck! He curses in my ear, and I sling my arms around his shoulders and hang on tight. I wouldn’t fall even if I let go. The pressure of his body would keep me against the wall. I dig my nails in anyway. Aden hisses at the feeling. His mouth meets mine again in a savage kiss. His body works against mine, and I rock my hips into him. I’ll take any contact I can get. My body is already warm with pleasure and sparking with a kind of filthy need. All I can do is chase what he’s offering.

Aden’s meet the side of my neck. He doesn’t bite hard, but his tongue laps at the skin.

“You need this don’t you,” he says, his cock nudging between my legs. He thrusts inside with one smooth stroke, letting out a deep groan. “You can’t get enough of me.”

“I can’t,” I agree and throw my head back against the wall. He’s filling me in exactly the way I need him to. I didn’t know who I was until he was inside me. “I can’t.”

“What would you do for this?” he demands, his mouth meeting mine and sloppy kisses. “Would you stay here and let me use you? Would you stay as long as I want you to? Would you stay here and never leave?”

“Yes,” I answer, breathless. “I would do that. I need this. I need⁠—”