His laughter lessens, and he turns his darkened gaze to me with a mischievous smile. “By vulnerable moment, you mean stealing my helmet and fucking yourself on it while moaning my name?” He tsks with a shake of his head and turns toward me, his arm caging me in as he places his hand beside my thigh on the seat. “It’s so interesting that it was me you were thinking about instead of that asshole Brandon.”
My heart thunders, and I let out a fake laugh. “Don’t let it get to your head, pretty boy. It was a simple mistake.”
His features darken, and he inches closer until his mouth hovers above mine. “A mistake, huh?”
My gaze flicks between his lips and his eyes.
A cunning smile creeps onto his face. He closes the gap and kisses the corner of my mouth and whispers, “It’s okay you imagined it was me, pretty girl. I was thinking about you while I fucked my hand and you were watching me from the hallway outside my door.”
My breath hitches.
He knew I was there?Andhe was thinking about me while touching himself?
Now would be a good time to ask him about a deal.
My lips part, but my voice won’t work. I turn my head, hoping to catch his mouth with mine for a kiss, but Aiden draws back. He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, his gaze glued to the motion. I squirm, aching for more and needing him to touch me.
As if he can sense the change in my mood, Aiden’s focus shifts to my eyes, and he grins while drawing his hand away and raising his thumb for me to see a drop of translucent frosting on the tip. “Don’t waste it. Open.”
Without thinking, I lean forward and catch his thumb in my mouth. Aiden’s nostrils flare as I roll my tongue over the tip of his finger, then suck while holding his gaze. A muscle in the corner of his jaw flickers like a pulse.
He wants to play dirty. I can play dirtier.
I release his finger with a wetpopand smile at him, acting innocent by batting my lashes.
Aiden drops his hand, refusing to look away from me. “Are you sure you don’t have anything to ask me?”
I blink and tilt my head. “Am I supposed to ask you something?”
It definitely can’t be about the deal. If Aiden wanted to, he’d ask me instead. So there’s something else.
An unreadable emotion passes over his features before he locks it away. Subtly shaking his head, he turns and relaxes in his seat with a shaky sigh.
I awkwardly clear my throat and pick up the abandoned strudel I dropped earlier. “Anyway, did these taste weird to you?”
He arches an eyebrow and glances at the pastry as I bite into it. “You don’t like them?”
Shrugging, I toy with strands of hair at my nape. “Don’t get me wrong, I like them, but there’s something off. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
I pluck a strand, barely wincing from the bite of pain. Aiden’s eyes narrow, and he eases my hand from my neck.
“I don’t know,” I say. “It has a weird texture, and it’s almost salty. The inside has an odd color that’s not normal for frosting.”
He purses his lips. “Huh. That is weird.”
“Yeah, I thought so too.” I check the time on my phone while finishing the last of the strudel. “So what time are we going to the party?”
“I’ve gotta check on the guys, make sure they’re okay after some concerns. Haze mentioned a few things to me yesterday. If they don’t need anything from me, then I’m all yours.” He pockets his phone and stands. “I won’t be gone for long.”
“What’s going on?”
Aiden runs his fingers through his already messy hair, as if he’s been participating in that nervous habit all morning while I was asleep. “He said there’s some trouble brewing in the city, something evenhe’snoticed, which is worrying.”
Dread weighs on my chest and sours my stomach at the thought of Aiden running into trouble. “That sounds serious,” I whisper.
Noticing my distress, Aiden bends at the waist in front of me. His features soften as he eases my hand away from my head. I didn’t notice that I was already plucking a hair behind my ear. Lacing our fingers together, he brings our hands to his mouth and kisses the top of mine.
