The Bad Boy's Secret

~Chapter Six~ *

I feel free.

"Yes, I'd like that." I squeak, hating my voice for betraying my confidence.

I quickly bite down on my lower lip, silently chastising myself for sounding so unbelievably desperate. I haven't experienced anything like this before, so I naturally have no idea what the protocol is for a set up such as this.

Aidan suddenly removes one of his hands away from the wall and uses it to run, smoothly, through his thick chocolate locks. The action has me captivated and I find myself feeling jealous, wishing it was my fingers gliding through his hair, not his.
Once he finishes, he carefully places his hand on waist, the contact sending unlimited amounts of sparks shooting through my body, exciting me beyond belief.

Hurry up and kiss me!

My heart furiously starts hammering through my chest and for the second time this evening, I lean in, eager to feel his lips on my own. Much to my annoyance, the contact I so desperately crave is not made and I sigh in frustration, causing Aidan to quietly laugh.

"You're so beautiful, I don't know what I'm going to do with you." he claims; my eyes widening instantly as the meaning behind his words sink in.

"I have a few suggestions." I offer, shocking myself with how flirtatious my tone is.

"Do tell, Amelia." he replies; my name rolling effortlessly from his tongue making me shudder.

Is it even normal to be effected this way by someone you've known less than five hours?

His hand that is still resting on the wall behind me suddenly moves and cups my chin, giving me no option but to look into those dreamy hazel eyes of his. With his chest pressed firmly up against mine and the heat radiating off of him only intensifying my already heightened feelings, I grab onto his thin T-shirt and bring my mouth up to his ear.

"Kiss me, please." I practically beg but somehow manage to keep my pleading tone to a minimum.

I move my head back to its original position and find Aidan's hungry eyes boring into mine, a wicked smile claiming his face.

"With pleasure, darling." he whispers, softly pressing his lips to mine, afterwards.

The instant his mouth joins mine, a small moan leaves the back of my throat and under normal circumstances, I'd be embarrassed by such a display but not now. His gentle rhythm works like magic as his grip on my waist tightens and slowly but surely, the kiss becomes more and more heated as our need for each other increases.

Breaking away, Aidan rests his forehead against mine, breathlessly trying to gain composure.

"I just- I can't really control myself around you." he admits, surprising me with his openness. "I'll leave if you want because I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into doing something you don't want." he speaks, the warmness of his breath thrilling me in ways no one ever has.

As I stare into his conflicting eyes, I consider my options carefully. I understand what he's saying and even though it should scare me, it doesn't. The thought of Aidan being unable to resist his desires around me both excites and shocks me in equal measures. I wouldn't necessarily describe myself as being 'sexy' or 'beautiful', yet here Aidan is, making me feel both these things. I realise I don't know him that well and I fully understand that sleeping with him isn't going to solve my problems but I can't deny its what I want, one hundred percent.