Page 30 of Sweet Girl

And with that, he walks out of the room, leaving my head full of unanswered questions and butterflies in my stomach.

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After dragging myself from Dom’s bed and taking a hot, much-needed shower, I meander downstairs in search of coffee. Aidan is standing at the monster barista machine brewing something that has my mouth watering. He must hear me coming because he turns to face me as I enter the kitchen.

“Morning,” I say sheepishly, not sure how to act around them after the experience we all had the night before. Will everything change now? Does he regret it?

“You sound happy this morning . . . Still”—he holds out a steaming mug of the sweetest-smelling caffeine—“don’t want to chance meeting the sea witch again.”

I accept his morning gift and force out a fake laugh. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

He turns back to the counter and opens the microwave, pulling out a plate.

“Also, made you this. Pancakes still your favorite?” I stare at the plate blankly, shocked in the best way. Aidan shifts on his feet and he seems almost nervous.

“You made me breakfast?”

“Of course. After what we put you through last night, I knew you would need to refuel. Is that okay? I know I took a wild guess here, but I remember you loving them when we were teens, and I saw you order it a few months ago while . . .”

“Aidan, hey. Yes, this is perfect. Thank you. It looks delicious.”

His shoulders sag as he visibly relaxes from my reassurance. I give him a smile, lifting to my toes to kiss his cheek. Taking my plate from him, I juggle my coffee and breakfast and get cozy in one of the three wingback chairs.

Setting my coffee on the table next to me, I devour half of my plate while Aidan watches me from the kitchen. It’s delicious, and I was so much hungrier than I realized. Looking up at Aidan, I meet his eyes, and my heart does that weird thing in my chest again. He looks so satisfied watching me enjoy the breakfast that he prepared.

“Aren’t you going to eat something?” I immediately regret my words based off Aidan’s reaction. His eyes narrow and his head cocks to the side as he saunters toward me, making my heart thunder, and I quickly set my plate next to my coffee.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m hungry, Em, so I’m going to eat my breakfast.”

“You’re . . . hungry?” I stutter, my voice shaky as the heat within my veins simmers, my heart pounding erratically against my ribcage.

“Starving.”

His knees hit the ground in front of me, not giving me any time to protest. My legs are spread open wide, his hands roaming over my thighs, my hips, and under my ass, pulling me forward where he wants me.

A gasp leaves me as Aidan’s mouth covers my panty-clad pussy, inhaling deeply and sucking over the fabric. His warm breath over my core lights me up. I feel myself getting wet, desire pumping through me. It’s so good, but not enough. My hands move of their own accord, weaving through his thick black hair. I spread my legs wider to accommodate his size, and his restraint snaps.

“Fuck, Em, you’re fucking perfect. You’re goddamneverything,” he says, grabbing a fistful of the thin fabric separating us and yanking hard. My body jerks as the strand finally snaps, baring me to him completely. He doesn’t rush like he did last time. He grabs the back of my thighs and pushes upward, nearly folding me in half and forcing my ass to hang off the edge of the chair, exposing every inch of me.

“Fucking perfect. Look how wet this pink pussy is.” He hooks my legs over the armrests and slowly drags a finger through my center, rimming my hole and scooping up to my clit. He holds his finger out between us and studies it, the light shining through the window making it glisten and glow with my arousal.

“Is this all for me, baby?”

My heart flips rapidly in my chest, my breathing erratic as I watch him suck the cum-coated finger into his mouth.

“So sweet. So fucking perfect for me. You know how long I’ve wanted this?”

He repeats the process, sliding a thick digit through my center and feeding himself the wetness he gathers. I think I may die. The scene is so erotic. So fucking dirty. I think back to all the times I’ve spent with Aidan before this weekend and can’t come up with an answer. I don’t know how long he’s wanted me.

“No . . .”

“Since the beginning, Em. I’ve pined for you, fantasized about you, jerked off to the thoughts of you, fuck . . . I’ve even pretended other womenwereyou.You know I can’t let you go now, right?”

“Aidan, I didn’t know . . .”

He pops his finger out of his mouth before sliding through my folds again. This time when he pulls out, he presses it into my mouth, my tongue wrapping around his finger and sucking it clean.

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