Aidan lets out a deep, satisfied moan, then begins to circle around my clit. My breath hitches as his finger glides so easily through my slick arousal. Everything he does makes me so incredibly wet; I’ve never been this responsive to a man’s touch before. But Aidan’s more than a man—he’s a century-oldvampire. Maybe that’s why he’s so good at what he does. Or maybe, it’s just because we fit so well together. He’s pulling me apart with just one finger, and I’m starting to think he could be the one to put me back together.
Just as Aidan slips inside me, I hear Jamie’s voice filter down the hallway, and we both freeze. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be right there. I gotta take a leak.” A light appears beneath the doorway, and there’s acreakfrom another door opening and closing.
Aidan speaks so quietly against my ear I can hardly understand what he’s saying. “The bathroom is right across from us. Stay still.”
I do as he says, not daring to risk it as his hand holds me in place, the other still inside me. To my surprise, he starts to move again. If we were to get caught in such a precarious position, in a closet no less, there would be no way to explain it. But I can’t say any of this to Aidan. I’m struck speechless by his ministrations, barely able to take a full breath, much less speak. He’s holding me so carefully, like I’m precious, like he’s afraid he’ll break me.
He pulls out of me and presses firmly against my clit, circling and picking up speed. He moves at just the right pace, with just the right amount of pressure, until I’m quivering against him. I lean into him, and he supports my weight as I completely crumble. We’re stuck like this for several seconds, but with the hard planes of Aidan’s body pressed against mine, it feels like hours. He squeezes my waist lightly, and I have to stop myself from making a noise because it tickles.
There’s a flush and the sound of running water. The light appears again, only it remains on longer this time.
I’m holding my breath and squeezing my eyes shut, counting down the seconds until my life blows up in front of me. But nothing happens. The light goes out and heavy footsteps retreat down the hall.
I let out a massive sigh and every muscle in my body relaxes from relief. Aidan tangles his fingers in my hair.
“What the hell was he doing?” I ask, still shaky. “Fixing his hair?”
Aidan chuckles. “Probably.”
He cups the back of my head. He leans in close, pressing his nose to my throat and inhales. “You have the sweetest smell.” Then, he sucks the finger that was inside me into his mouth. “And taste.”
I shudder at Aidan’s erotic display. “We should go back out there,” I say between heavy breaths.
He sighs dramatically and gives my ass a squeeze. “Go on. I’ll hang back a minute.”
I’m suddenly hesitant to leave our bubble—I don’t want to pop it and ruin the moment—Aidan is already twisting the knob.
Before I’m able to slip away, he taps me on the shoulder. “Oh, and remind me to ask you about the vampire romance you’ve been reading. I’m very interested to know how I compare.”
My cheeks flame as I quietly slip back down the hall. I step into the kitchen to get another snack as cover, all the while my brain is spinning a million miles a minute. I know what a post-sex haze feels like, but this is different. It’s not just my stomach that’s fluttering, but my chest. There’s a tug there that I can’t explain.
Something has changed between us, and I can’t help but think I’m going to get hurt because of it.
Chapter Seventeen
AIDAN
The next day, I return to Double Double for my morning matcha latte. Jamie is just turning the sign to OPEN as I approach the door, and he lets me in without saying a word.
“Drink too much last night?” I ask, taking my usual seat at the counter.
Jamie shuffles sluggishly to the coffee maker and turns it on. “I keep forgetting I’m not in my twenties anymore. I only had three beers.”
I laugh. “I’m glad I’ll never have to experience that.”
His eyes narrow at me. “Lucky bastard.”
Jamie is mostly silent as I eat a cheese danish, occasionally grumbling under his breath about the lights being too bright and wincing each time he uses the coffee grinder.
A ding chimes above the door, and Simone walks in. I feel a warm breeze before the door shuts again. It’s a sunny day for February, and the temperature is climbing towards the sixties. Simone is wearing a pair of bright green, wide leg pants that flow around her ankles as she walks, along with a short sleeve whitetop. Her braids are twisted and pinned to the top of her head with brightly colored accessories.
“Is it summer already?” Jamie asks as Simone walks behind the counter.
“It might as well be,” she says. She rummages around beneath the register looking for something. “Did I leave my sunglasses here?”
Jamie’s focused on steaming milk, but he answers without looking away. “What did they look like?”
“Those chunky black ones I wore all last week.”
