“You know, when I got out of the Marines, I struggled with seeing my team, especially the guys who had families.” I looked over, seeing a somber look on his face. “There was one guy that was just annoying with the pictures he would post on social media. I was so jealous that I hated seeing his life unfold because my life had failed. I ended up unfriending him and it took about a year before I was ok with seeing his life.”

It was my turn to lift his hand and kiss it.

“It’s ok to be jealous, you’re human, and you went through something pretty traumatic. Give yourself some slack.” He smiled at me, making me feel better. He was such a good man and I know he probably had his faults, but who didn’t? I knew it might have been a bad idea, but I was tired of waiting to be with Aiden. He was a tall man, so he had his seat as far back as it could go. I unbuckled my seatbelt, crawling over the console.

“Jane, what are you doing?” He sounded surprised.

“Shhh, just make sure you don’t crash.” I said, sitting on his lap, making sure he still had a clear view of the road. It was late, so there wouldn’t be too many cars on the road.

“This is dangerous, Jane,” his husky voice giving me chills.

“Come on, Aiden,” I said, getting close to his ear. “Live a little.” I took his earlobe in my ear, sucking on it. Aiden’s groan spurred me on. I trailed kisses down his neck. His hand slowly traveled up my thigh, gripping my ass with a firm hand.

“Fuck, are you even wearing underwear?” He rumbled.

“I’m wearing a lacy black thong.” I rocked my hips, needing friction, but it was such a tight squeeze I had nothing to rock against.

“Hurry,” I groaned, running my hands over his broad shoulders.

His hand slid forward to the front of my panties, giving me the softest touch. I shivered in anticipation, rocking against his hand.

“Yes,” I whispered, as he runs a knuckle along my core and then, finding the seam along the edge of my thong, he pushed it aside, plunging two fingers into me.

“You’re soaking,” he said, as his breathing quickened.

I rolled my hips, chasing my pleasure on his fingers. His thumb brushed against my clit every so often. I felt the road get bumpy, and I knew we were about to turn onto my driveway.

“Don’t come.” Aiden tried to pull his fingers away, and I used both hands, holding on to him, chasing my orgasm that was creeping up.

“Yes, Aiden,” I panted, getting closer.

“Stop.” He barked, pulling his hand away, leaving me empty and unsatisfied.

“No,” I whined, before I glared at him.