The passion of the bad boy *Hollyoaks*

Ch.TwentyOne

Warren sighed as he looked to Aimee. He shook his head. "No. She climbed into bed with me and made out we slept together. We didn't. I didn't even know she was there until I woke up," he said.

Aimee frowned. She had no idea if he was telling the truth or not. But she didn't want to let on that she didn't believe him. She just smiled to him. "Okay. Maybe I should have a word with her. About messing with my man," she said.

Warren shook his head. "It's alright babe. I can sort it. You don't need to worry about it," he told her as he followed her into the kitchen.

Warren walked over to her and kissed her lips gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Their lips met again in yet another deep and passionate kiss.

His lips tweaked higher at the corners when she pushed up to kiss him again. Aimee didn't know what she was thinking. But she couldn't help herself when it came to him.

Aimee's feet shuffled backward with his movements, the embrace interrupted when he took the tumbler from her, setting it down on the bar cart.

Hand's settle on her hips, guiding her backwards again once his lips were locked with hers.

She knew where they were heading, part of her wanting to stop things purely because he seemed so confident about their destination.

Except, she wanted him. Her hands slipped the buttons on his shirt free.

She wanted him more than she'd ever admit to herself. Her purple top fell next.

Slacks cinched at the waist as fingers made quick work of the fasteners, one garment after another littering a trail in their wake.

The outfit she'd spent over twenty minutes looking for that morning, her favorite lacy lilac bra...

The clothing scavenger hunt he was leaving her would only serve as a reminder that she'd picked out the outfit with him in mind.

Her legs hit his bed and she crawled backwards, returning the intensity of his gaze when he followed.

Warren hovered above, breaking eye contact to briefly scan down the length of her body before returning his lips to hers.

A soft moan escaped as his tongue enveloped her nipple and she rolled her eyes at the smile she felt against the flesh of her breast.

Under normal circumstances she'd want the man she was with to know she enjoyed his ministrations, but not Warren —at least not that quickly.

His fingers slipped beneath the matching lilac panties, running the length of her slit, circling her clit, and then slipping inside.

She grumbled internally when a slick finger traced the same path, exposing her excitement to both of them.

"Fuck it," She mumbled, using his hair to pull his lips back to hers.

He paused above her, in typical Warren fashion looking amused with her annoyance. "Fuck it?"

"Warren, shut up and fuck me."

He chuckled on his path to her lips, but didn't linger long. Kisses trailed down her chest then stomach, his fingers tugging the underwear off as his body shifted lower on the bed.