Page 79 of Princes of Hollywood

His hand reaches out for me, and I squint up at him against the sun.

“Come on. I need a shower and want some company.”

My insides tingle and I rise to join him, taking his hand.

“Talking company?” I ask hesitantly. I don’t want to push at Aiden’s boundaries, but this morning pushed at mine. They didn’t run away or turn their backs on me. But I’m worried they’ll handle me like I could break at any moment.

The thing is I’m already broken and glued back together. But I’m strong enough to take whatever they want to give me. I’m not strong enough to be turned away so soon, though. I may be able to weather rejection better now, but it still hurts.

He steps in closer and his finger tips up my chin. “We won’t have much time alone during the weekend. Tonight is a dinner party to celebrate the beginning of filming. The guys will all be less busy with other things during the weekend. So their focus will be on you.”

Fire rises inside me at the heat in his eyes. Anticipation of that focus has me pressing my thighs together against the ache.

“While I enjoy sharing you, I’d like a moment alone if that’s okay.” His thumb traces my jawline, lighting sparks in my blood.

“I’d like that.” I return his smile, and he tugs me into the house.

The air cools around us, out of the sunlight. No one is on the main level as we hurry to the stairs. Quietly, we make our way upstairs and into Aiden’s bedroom.

As soon as the door closes, Aiden presses me back against the door. His mouth finds my neck and his hands undo my shorts. My pulse throbs as flames scorch through me.

“I want to kiss you so badly,” he murmurs against my skin. “Fuck, I want to be inside you.”

My heart pounds as arousal pulses within. “I want that too. But we can wait.”

I don’t want to wait as he slips my shorts down my legs along with my panties. He cups my pussy and we both hiss out a breath. His fingers gently pulse against me as my heart throbs in time with it.

“That first day, I could smell your arousal while I searched you.” He presses his forehead against my shoulder as he just holds his hand there, cupping me, barely touching me. “I wanted you. I want you.”

He turns his head and sucks on my neck as his fingers press against me, into my folds, seeking my wetness. I suck in a breath as he grips under my knee and lifts my leg to open me for him.

“So fucking hot and wet, little warrior.” He strokes his long fingers over my pussy.

Explosions of heat rock through me as he rubs my clit and circles my entrance. His mouth, tongue, and teeth work on the cord of my neck, sucking, licking, biting, sending jolts of need straight to my pussy. My head thumps back on the door as need fills me.

“Aiden,” I whisper. I struggle to remember why we shouldn’t do this, why it’s a bad idea, when everything inside me whispers yes, now, please.

“So fucking soft.” His finger slides back to my entrance and pushes inside. My fingers tighten on his shoulders as I hold on for dear life.

“Oh fuck.” Having him inside me pushes me even higher. My breath shudders in and out. His finger is deep inside me, filling me as I clutch around it. His body hunches over mine, holding me open to his touch.

“So fucking tight, little warrior.” He groans against my shoulder. “I shouldn’t. Fuck. I just want to push you over the edge once. I just need to feel you shatter around me once. It will be enough.”

He lifts his head and his darkened blue eyes meet mine. The desperation, the need, the longing swirls in them as he hovers over me. I’m not sure if he’s convincing me or himself, but I want him. I need him. I ache for him. My pussy tightens around his finger.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands.

“I want you.” I don’t hesitate.

His finger draws out, and he presses two fingers back inside.

I gasp at the stretch as my gaze holds his.

“Tell me you need me.” He thrusts his fingers slowly in and out. A moan escapes me.

“Aiden, I need you.” I hold onto his shoulders as everything burns inside me for this man.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His thumb circles my clit with every thrust. His blue eyes search mine for the truth. I’m an open book to this man. His fingers push me higher and higher.

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