It’s also not sexy and not something I would ever put on with the intention of seducing a man. With the way he’s looking at me, you would think I have on the sheerest chiffon lingerie that is also made with the finest lace.
But,then again, I’m not convinced that lingerie is for men. Not really anyway. When I wore some in the past for someone, the reaction was ho-hum at best. He certainly didn’t rip it off my body and worship me like he just unwrapped the best gift ever.
It didn’t happen in the past, but Aiden is sure as fuck looking at me like he wants to rip all my clothes off.
And everything in me screams to let him.
Something flashes in his eyes and then he’s bracing himself on my doorframe like he’s just looking for a chance to step over the line and into my space. But he’s holding himself back.
For now.
“You didn’t call,” his voice is like gravel. He arches his eyebrow, a dare if I’ve ever seen one. “You didn’t text.”
“Aiden,” my voice is rough with sleep, “you were on shift.”
“I don’t care, Greylin,” his voice feels like temptation brushing against my skin. “Are you going to invite me in? Or are you going to leave me out in the cold?”
His question feels layered, like he’s asking so much more than the words in their simplicity. And I know what will happen if I invite him in.
And I want it. All of it and all of him.
I step back and hold the door open a little wider. His mouth curls up into a grin that’s part charm and part warning.
“Be sure,” I can hear the strain in his voice. He leans in through the door; almost touching but not quite. When his eyes skate down my body and then back up to meet mine and heat, goosebumps cover my skin. “If I come in, I’m not leaving tonight and we’ll be a mess of sweaty limbs and satisfaction before falling asleep.”
My mouth goes dry, but I don’t move. I hold his gaze while my body heats.
“Come in, Aiden.”
I don’ttell him I’m sure, I grant him entry. Knowing what it entails. Knowing how the night will end.
What I don’t know is how our story ends. Time will tell on that one.
The best I can hope for, when the dust settles, is not having my heart broken. Even if that’s what happens, my girls will prop me up for a little while until I can do it myself again.
It’s what they did the last time, and I love them all the more for it.
Aiden moves fast; I’m up and in his arms while he kicks my door closed and his lips find mine. There’s nothing unsure about this kiss, it’s all mapped pleasure and familiar exploration. I melt into him as he grips my ass and lifts me higher.
When I wrap my limbs around him, he growls into my mouth. I feel him fumble with something, probably the front door knowing the officer I’m currently dry humping. While he holds me like I weigh nothing.
It’s hot as fuck and I’m instantly addicted to the feeling.
I yank my mouth away and pant, “It’s only a two-bedroom. The first door on the right is the bathroom, the second is my room and on the left is my office.”
Aiden’s green eyes glitter in the dim light and make it feel like he’s casting some sort of spell on me.
He’s done it before.
I swear that’s what happened when I agreed to his whole bargain for a date in the first place. It’s not like he wouldn’t have told me what he knew. He’s a good man, one who believes in his badge.
Which doesn’t make him perfect.
Or infallible.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Aiden groans against my lips as he follows me down onto my bed, still warm from me snuggling into the sheets just moments ago.
“Pretty?” I’m not sure whether I should be offended or not. Don’t most women want to hear how spectacular they are? How breathtakingly gorgeous?
