“Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice low. The word shoots right through me and I shiver. He sweeps one arm around my waist and bends, then lifts me onto his shoulder.

“Oh shit!” I wrap one arm around his neck and use the other to secure my boobs.

He drops me at the top of the stairs but keeps hold of me and pulls me to my room. He kicks the door shut behind us and drags me to my bed. I half-trip, half-drop onto my bed, and he falls right over me.

Our tongues mix as we fight between us to undo pants and remove them and move back. It’s quick and just as rough as his first kiss, but I need him, oh hell, I need him.

He opens my legs and leans over me fully, and I clasp my ankles behind his back. He pushes into me and my breath is sharp, finishing with a moan, because this should be wrong, but it feels so good, so right, that it can’t be wrong.

Desire is never wrong. Hearts, minds, they can be wrong. They think about stuff. Bodies? No, they take desire and roll with it and everything else be damned.

Aidan’s fingers dive into my hair as he devours my whole body with his. From his lips on mine to his chest brushing my hard nipples to his cock stroking and thrusting inside my pussy, he completely and utterly fucking devours me. He does it easily and expertly, and I graze my nails along his muscular back, letting him do it.

He slides his arm around my back, grasping my waist, and stills. My chest heaves, but I’ve barely caught another breath before he flips us so he’s on his back. We land in a way that has me dropping down onto him fully, and I cry out at the holy-shit feeling that washes over me.

Aidan chuckles against my mouth, and I nip at his bottom lip sharply before lifting my hips until barely the tip of him is even inside me, then dropping back down quickly.

A groan leaves him, and I smile, doing it again, and again, fighting my own moans of pleasure as I do it.

“Shit,” he breathes, arching his upper back as I roll my hips, rocking on him. “Fuck you,” he breathes again, his hands sliding up my legs. The slap on my ass is sharp and rings out, and I bite the inside of my cheek, inhaling as he palms the same spot after to soothe it. He grabs my ass tightly, easing me up so I hover over him, and when I drop my head to his shoulder, he whispers in my ear, “You ready, Jessie? ’Cause you’re about to get fucked harder than you’ve ever been in your life.”

“Prove it,” I say into his neck through my gasping breaths. “Prove it, Ads.”

One more sharp slap to my ass, and he does.

Holy shit, he does. With his hands on my ass holding my hips over him, he thrusts into me until I can’t breathe and fall apart. Then he keeps going until he does the same, and we’re both limp, sated, unable to move.

And we just lie here, him inside me, his arms around me, and my face buried in his neck.

“Jessie!”

The yell breaks through my sleepy state, and I lift my head. “Hm?”

“Didn’t say anythin’,” Aidan mutters, pulling me closer into him.

“Jessie!”

Recognizing the voice as my sister’s, I groan and press my face into his chest. “If I ignore her, do you think she’ll go away?”

“Jessie!”

“No,” Aidan replies, his body shaking with quiet laughter. “I think you’re gonna have to answer her.”

“Jessie!”

“What?” I yell, rolling over.

“Where are you?”

“In my room! What do you want?”

“I need to tell you something!” Footsteps pound against the stairs, and my eyes widen.

“Don’t you dare come in!” I yell hurriedly. “I swear to God, Sas, don’t!”

The door handle rattles. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I glance at Aidan and he laughs, turning his face into the pillow.

“Then why can’t I come in?”

“I’m naked,” I reply, not shouting anymore. “I had a shower after you left and fell asleep. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Uh, okay,” Sas says uncertainly, and footsteps leading away from my door and down the stairs reassure me that she isn’t actually about to come in.

“Shit,” I mutter, throwing back the covers and swinging my legs out. “Aidan, let me go.”

He shakes his head, scooting over to close the space between us.

“Now, dammit!”

“No,” he mumbles into my hair. “Comfy.”

“Please.”

“No.” He tickles his fingers against my side. I squirm, opening my mouth to yell at him. He’s quicker and flips me on my back and leans over me, tickling the hell out of my sides. I fight against him, screaming but laughing at the same time until it burns to breathe.

“She will come in,” I warn him breathlessly, one foot out of the covers. “She will come in and she will take a picture and freak the fuck out.”

He lets go of me like I just got lit on fire, and I laugh as I get up.

“She would do that? For real?”

“Oh yeah. When I was getting ready for prom, she complained I was using the bathroom for too long, then when I was in here curling my hair, she took a picture of my butt in my underwear and posted it on Facebook.”

“Hey!” He sits up, grinning. “I remember that! Mostly ’cause that’s when I got real pissed that you turned me down.”

I glare over my shoulder at him as I clasp a bra on. “Really? That’s your response?”

“Don’t hate me, but your ass is the best bit of you.”

“No, you don’t say,” I reply dryly, covering said ass with a pair of denim shorts. “I’d never have guessed you like it.”

He laughs. “Can you bring my shirt up with you?”

“Your shirt?” I frown, then, “Oh fuck! Your shirt!” I run out of my room, tugging a tank top over my head, and shoot down the stairs.

“Why is your bra on the floor?” Sas asks, pointing at it.

“The wire is broken so I took it off down here but missed the trash, obviously.”

“The trash can is on the other side of the kitchen.”

“So what’s your point? I have shit aim.”

“Why is your shirt there, too?”

“Because I had to take it off to take my bra off, maybe?” I snatch them up, along with Aidan’s, and turn to her. “What do you want?”

She tucks her hair behind her ear. “Now I want to know why you’re lying.”

“I’m a bitch,” I offer. “There you go. Problem solved. Bye!”

“Jessie!” she whines my name, making me turn around.

“Don’t you have someone to stalk on Twitter or something?” I groan.

“I’m gonna tell Mom you’re lying.”

“Fuck, no, I’m terrified,” I deadpan. “Grow up. You’re not six.”

“You’re right. You are a bit—oh my God.” Her cheeks flame bright red and she slaps her hand over her mouth, her eyes widening to the size of saucers.

And I don’t even need to turn around to know that Aidan’s behind me.

Sas talks against her hand, shaking her head.

“Oh, good grief. He’s a boy, Saskia. You know, the things with different grown-up parts from yours?” I roll my eyes and push past her.

“Why is he naked?” she shrieks.

I turn around with a start, because, fuck no—he can’t be naked! My mind is instantly put to rest when I look at him and see him with his pants on and buttoned and his Calvin Kleins poking above the top of his jeans. Obviously, he isn’t wearing a shirt, because I have that.

“Naked? You think that is naked?” I ask her, eyes on Aidan. “Is Shelton High a nunnery now?”

“I didn’t say I was complaining!” she hisses before remembering he is indeed right there and covering her mouth again.

I would laugh, but okay, I kinda get it.

I mean, he is ripped. Like, hello, those are his abs, and if you laid him down and poured vodka on him, it would pool in the indents between each muscle on his stomach. The tattoos, too. Holy crap, why did I never look at them before? Why didn’t I notice the tiny details in the words inked onto his chest? Or the intricately drawn images that curve around his delightful bicep? Or the lyrics on his side?

Oh, that’s right. Whenever he’s been shirtless around me, I’ve been naked, too.