The Bad Boy's Decision

Chapter 12: Between the sheets*

"Take me to bed."

The words are out of my mouth faster than I can blink and with no real idea as to what will happen next, I stay inhumanly still, eagerly anticipating Aidan's next move.

His intense stance and greedy eyes momentarily leave me immobile and while I seeming lose the ability to fully function as a normal human being, he slowly stalks forward, much like a lion would its pray, and pulls seductively at my waist. With his safe, familiar hands on my body offering me a sense of tranquility, I find my mind slowly slipping away into a place where only Aidan and I seem to exist, all awhile I cling onto his broad shoulders, wishing and wanting for nothing more than to stay in this intense state of euphoric forever.

"Are you sure darling because once I start, there's no stopping." his words, although a subtle warning, act as a reminder to my deepest desires and with no doubt in my mind that this is one hundred percent what I want, I vigorously nod my head, conveying my utmost encouragement.

"I'm sure, I want this. I want you." I respond, deliciously running my hand over his tattoo once again, enjoying his smooth, heated skin against my more-than-responsive fingertips.

My movements seem to spark something animalistic within and as his eyes take on an ever darkening shade of earthly green accompanied by specks of golden flakes, I find myself involuntary shivering as they slowly drag up and down the full length of my body, causing tiny goosebumps to appear at the very area he is so prominently staring at.

"I was hoping you'd say that." he replies, curtly, before his perfect, plump lips find their way to mine, devouring them in a delicious fight to claim dominance, which of course, he wins instantly.

Within seconds I find myself unintentionally moaning and while Aidan sees this as an invitation to slyly slip in a generous helping of tongue, I respond by tentatively running my hands up and down his arms, enjoying each individual muscle as they flex and bulge under my soft touch.

"Arms up." comes his stern demand, the tone in which he uses awakening unquestionable things inside of me.

Complying to his instruction almost instantly, I lose my top within seconds; the cool air surrounding my apartment soon chilling me to the bone and causing racks of shivers to run through my entire body. Fortunately for me, Aidan's heated touch more than makes up for that when his burning fingertips trace the outline of my spine, recreating the exact moment from four years ago; the night Aidan and I went to the lake after The Winter Formal.

It's a memory I relive in my mind, time and time again and as much as I accept the fact that it's an unhealthy habit to rely on, I simply cannot and will not forget our first time together. I refuse to block out certain aspects of my past just because it hurts and although more often than not it proves hauntingly painful, remembering moments with Aidan is quite possibly the only thing keeping me from hitting rock bottom again and if that's the price I have to pay for such actions, then so be it.

Sometimes you need to remember in order to forget.

And with that thought in my mind, I slowly start to unbutton his jeans, desperate to see the things disappear and together we begin fighting to remove each other's remaining clothing, only stopping when completely naked. By now, the only sound filling my kitchen is the heavy pants of both mine and Aidan's desperate breathing and while we both silently drink in the nostalgic sight of our current situation, I offer him a knowing smirk, making my sinful intentions well and truly known.