The Bad Boy's Secret

~Chapter Six~ *

"Stay." I breath, grabbing onto his arms and squeezing his very defined muscles.

His head instantly moves away from mine as his intimidating gaze penetrates straight through my skin. He's evaluating my every inch but instead of feeling judged, I feel confident. It's clear Aidan likes what he sees and that's only confirmed when his lips crash onto mine, once again, only this time it's in a less than gentle manner. He practically devours my mouth and as an animalistic growl leaves his lips, I push myself further into his body, needing more.

The slight hint of beer on his wet lips sends my already fast beating heart into a frenzy and I find myself harshly biting down on them, savouring their taste. Aidan moans yet again and collides his lower body with my own, rubbing me in intimate ways that only one other person has done in my life.

My ex boyfriend-Luke.

Although, I'll admit, my experience with him is nothing compared to what Aidan is making me feel right now.

Perhaps College boys really are better?

I'm suddenly brought from my thoughts when Aidan slyly slips his tongue in between my lips and slowly explores my mouth. He tastes amazing and I mentally high five myself for brushing my teeth before attending  tonight's party, congratulating my sensible mind for thinking ahead. He seductively bites down on my lower lip and I can't stop the very loud, very sexual moan that escapes my mouth.

"Shh darling, we don't want your dad walking in on us." warns Aidan, pulling away from me long enough to voice his concerns.

I momentarily start to panic as images of Jack catching me with Aidan begin to flash in front of my eyes but my worries are soon placed to the back of my mind when his lips, once again, find mine.

I instantly match his captivating rhythm and move my hands, smoothly, through his silk-like hair, enjoying the feeling of it weaving through my fingers. While I do this, his own hands slide sensually down the entire length of my body, before finally coming to rest on my stomach where he begins to unbutton my shirt.

His fingers lightly brush against my bare skin, causing my breath to hitch in the back of my throat, just as goosebumps appear on my body. Once my shirt is undone, Aidan pulls away slightly, watching me as he fully removes it from my shoulders.
His lips are swollen from our kiss and his eyes begin to shimmer with lust as he drinks in my half naked state.

"So fucking beautiful." he mutters under his breath, while grabbing my hips and pulling me away from the wall.

Before my mind can process what's happening, I find myself pulling at the thin material of his T-shirt and yanking it over his head. Revealing his perfectly sculptured body, I allow my fingertips to run over his smooth, naturally tanned chest and shock myself when I place a gentle kiss on his left peck.

"Amelia." Aidan growls, his low tone making my stomach churn in anticipation.

I'm suddenly lifted up and thrown onto my bed in one smooth motion, Aidan appearing above me in no time. Heated kisses are placed on my exposed neck and slowly begin to travel down to my bra covered breasts. His burning lips kiss my cleavage and I can't help but cry out when he incorporates his teeth, nibbling at my sensitive skin.

Aidan's head quickly shoots up as if to tell me to be quiet and I begin to panic when I notice his expression suddenly darkening. His soft eyes gaze into mine and a moment of clarity seems to pass through him as he lifts himself off of me, grabbing his T-shirt while doing so.

"Aidan, what's wrong?" I ask, alarmed at what could've possibly triggered his sudden change of heart.

He quickly slips the black material over his head, covering up his perfectly curved six pack and begins to violently shake his head.

"I can't do this." he states, both shocking and confusing me.

"Umm, okay. If you don't mind me asking, why?" I question, hoping for the love of God it has nothing to do with my less than impressive body.

He stands there, dumbfounded for a few seconds and my eyes travel down to his lower region, confirming that his ability to 'get it up' isn't the problem here.

His body clearly wants this, it's his brain that is stopping him.

"I just can't. Sorry." he whispers, quickly stalking to my French doors and sliding them open.

I want to follow him and demand a better answer than 'I just can't' but I'm so utterly shocked and I seemingly lose the ability to function. Instead, I sit there, gaping at him like some demanded fish and allow my rage to slowly consume me.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" I ask, rhetorically. "Well congratulations, you've succeeded in humiliating me and making me feel like shit." I snarl, pulling my sheets higher up my body, to cover myself.

Instead of denying my accusations, or apologising for his less than considerate actions, he steps out of the door muttering a quick, "It's for the best, trust me." before descending the balcony stairs and leaving me alone.

'It's for the best.' what does that even mean?

Perhaps I'm wrong, College boys aren't much better and Aidan sure as hell just proved that.

Amelia- one.
Aidan- one.

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That's one hell of a first impression...NOT!