~Joan~
Aaron’s grip on me was firm, making my struggles useless.
“Aaron,” I hissed, twisting in his hold, but his strength didn’t waver.
“Ten messages, kitten. No reply,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. A shiver rippled through me-not from the cold but something deeper.
I rolled my eyes, irritation flaring. Was he serious?
“And that justifies breaking into my house at ten at night?” I bit out, acutely aware of his chest pressing against my back.
“I remember knocking,” he said casually, and his nonchalance grated on my nerves. Was he here just to mess with me? For fuck’s sake, I’d been asleep.
“Why are you here, Thompson? Miss me already?” My voice was filled with sarcasm, though I couldn’t help the twitch of my lips. Fighting against his hold was useless, so I gave up.
“No. You were being stubborn,” he said simply, finally letting go of me. I stumbled forward, then turned to glare at him.
“Excuse you? You have no say in what I do with my hair. I’m not Rhoda,” I snapped, crossing my arms. His gaze swept over my face, then lower, slowly, deliberately.
If he was going to look, I could too. I let my eyes roam over him, surprised to see him in a sweatshirt for once. It clung to his broad shoulders and outlined his biceps perfectly.
And damn, he looked good.
“Red suits you better, kitten,” he said with maddening confidence, his eyes meeting mine.
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms tighter to hide my nipples from his view. “And you came all the way here to tell me that?”
He didn’t reply, just held my gaze with unnerving intensity.
Scoffing, I stepped back, my irritation bubbling to the surface. “Well, the mission failed. I’m keeping the hair, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
His eyes flickered with something unreadable. “You sure there’s nothing I could do about it?”
“If you’re thinking of bribing me with sex, Thompson, don’t waste your time,” I muttered, even as he stepped closer. A shiver ran down my spine, my body betraying me.
“Drop your arms,” he commanded softly, standing inches away from me. My breath hitched as I tilted my head up to meet his gaze. His dark eyes smoldered, challenging and promising all at once.
I stayed silent, refusing to move, my defiance an unspoken dare.
He raised his hand, brushing his fingers along my cheek. I studied him, drawn to the way his expression softened for just a moment. It was easy to forget we were standing outside, anyone could stumble upon us.
His hand slid to my neck, the movement sudden and possessive. My heart hammered as his fingers flexed around my throat. His eyes darkened, his voice dropping lower. “I said, drop your arms.”
Without hesitation, I let my arms fall to my sides. His gaze lingered on my face before dipping to my chest. My dress clung to me in all the wrong ways, my nipples were pretty exposed-thanks to his visit, I was regretting my choice of clothing.
“You’re affected, Madison,” he murmured, his eyes sliding back up to mine.
“It’s the cold,” I shot back, refusing to let him see how much he was getting to me.
He tilted his head, smirking. “So if I slid my fingers inside you right now, I wouldn’t find you soaked?”
Heat pooled between my legs at his words, my resolve threatening to crumble.
I pressed my lips together, glaring at him.
He smiled faintly, a fleeting, almost secret expression that softened his sharp edges. I memorized it instantly.
“Get inside,” he ordered, stepping back.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I turned and walked into the warmth of my apartment. It felt stifling now compared to the chill outside.
He followed, his presence filling the space completely. It was suffocating, and yet I somehow didn’t want him to leave.
The door clicked shut behind him as he locked it. Before I could react, he hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around him instinctively.
“Your girlfriend?” I muttered, testing him.
“At her house,” he replied dryly, his tone clipped.
I arched my brow. “We broke up,” he added, and my mouth dropped open.
“Wow,” I said, not hiding my surprise.
His gaze flicked to my lips, and his voice softened, though his expression remained unreadable. “It’s been coming for a long time.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know how you put up with a brat like her.”
His lips twitched, our eyes locking in a way that made my heart stutter. Something was shifting between us, something unfamiliar and dangerous.
Something I didn’t like.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging gently. It was soft beneath my fingers. I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his.
“No sleepovers,” I whispered against his mouth.
His brows lifted, but he said nothing. The idea of him staying in my space was too much, too intimate.
He seemed to understand, though, because the corners of his mouth tilted upward briefly before disappearing.
I yanked his hair harder, and his fingers dug into my thighs.
“Since you’re here, Thompson, you might as well replace my vibrator,” I said, my voice dripping with challenge.
His eyes darkened. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
Before I could process what was happening, he dropped me abruptly. I landed on my knees, the rug saving me from bruises.
Glaring up at him, I tried to recover my dignity.
He crouched slightly, brushing the back of his fingers against my cheek. “You look good on your knees,” he murmured, his voice maddeningly calm.
“Something I’ve wanted to see for a long time.”
A flush rose to my cheeks, but I kept my gaze locked on his, refusing to give him the satisfaction of flustering me.
“Show me what else your mouth is good at,” he said, his voice tight with restraint.
I reached for him, dragging my hands up his waist and pulling both his pants and briefs down.
My breath caught at the sight of him, thick and veiny, already leaking with pre-cum.
I looked up at him from underneath my lashes, and his cock twitched.
The man was beautiful and big. Yeah, I’d seen him half-naked quite a number of times but I haven’t been this close to his cock and I wondered how he honestly fits into me.
“Don’t just stare, kitten,” he growled. “Use your mouth.”
Without a word, I took him in, my hands working where my mouth couldn’t reach. His groans filled the air, his fingers tangling in my hair.
I rolled my tongue over his tip occasionally, just as I felt him tense, he pulled away, leaving me gasping for air and my eyes watery.
Lifting me onto the couch, he raised my dress and discarded my panties before he slid a finger inside me, testing my wetness.
We both knew it would hurt, if I wasn’t wet enough. His concern caught me off guard, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it.
When he finally drove into me, it was like everything else disappeared. He was everywhere-consuming, overwhelming.
It felt different, so different.
I rocked my hips against him as we both searched for the perfect rhythm. But then he stilled.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice breathless and confused.
“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “No condom.”
A chill ran through me, pulling me back to reality.
“What?” I whispered as he pulled out of me, crossing to the other couch.
“There isn’t one in your pockets? ” I asked, disappointment creeping in. He glanced at me and that was my answer.
Why the fuck would he come here without a condom?
I stood up, crossing over to him. He wasn’t going to leave me high and dry.
Nope.
“You’re clean?” I asked, and he nodded.
I straddled him, taking control.
“I’m clean too,” I said and a muscle twitches in his jaw as I rubbed myself against him. “You cum inside me, I kill you,” I warned, my voice steady despite the heat between us.
“Having my babies isn’t so bad,” he teased, and for a fleeting moment, I smiled.
But I squashed it immediately. Please tell me I didn’t just smile at a joke Aaron had made?
I led him inside of me and we both moaned in ecstasy.
We moved together and I tried to push back the thought forming in my mind.
But it was quite impossible, not even by a long shot.
Having Aaron’s babies? I wondered why I liked the sound of that.