Page 34 of Sick Little Devotion

He narrows his eyes at me. “Ellen didn’t see anyone.”

“Aiden, I swear.” I hold my hands up in surrender, the disbelief in his face more troubling than him forcing me out of my house and into his car. “I saw someone.”

“We have a groundskeeper,” Aiden says flatly. “He comes to take care of the courtyard a couple days a week.”

“Maybe it was just him. Maybe he set off the alarm…”

Aiden purses his lips, and I can feel that he still isn’t buying it. “Why were you up here with the door locked? Are you trying to torture me?”

“Why are you acting like my being here is anything other than a sign that I was scared?” I shoot back at him, emotion cracking my voice. “I saw someone in the courtyard after the alarm went off, and I ran up here to hide. Why won’t you believe me?”

“Because I don’t know that you’re the same Sara anymore.” His words are cold and flat. “I don’t know what you might do.”

My mouth falls open, shock pulsing through my body. “What? Of course, I’m not the same Sara, Aiden. You left me years ago. I had to grow up and change. I’m sorry I wasn’t fucking good enough in the woods. I’m sorry that it wasn’t what you wanted.” My voice breaks as the tears spill from my eyes.

Years of heartache bubble up to the surface, and I suddenly feel like I can’t breathe.

“Sara,” Aiden’s voice softens, sounding just like he did when we were younger, and lying in my bed, wrapped up in each other. “Don’t cry.” He reaches for me and pulls me in, the scent of his cologne is so different, yet so familiar still. “It’s not like that. That feeling of not being good enough, that sense or worthlessness—they are things I know all too well. I'd never want to make you feel that way. I just had something different in my head. I wanted you to kiss me…”

I grow stiff in his arms, but I tip my head back. His face is full of raw emotion, and I can see the hurt there as well, nestled in the hues of his eyes. I hurt him. Part of me wants to jerk away and tell him it’s not fair, but that thought disappears as I see the younger Aiden, trapped inside of this Aiden’s face. I see the boy I fell in love with, and suddenly, my heart rips in two.

What happened to you? I want to ask, but I don’t get the chance as his forehead presses to mine, and his lips brush my mouth. He hesitates, but only for a moment…

And then Aiden Hewitt lets me in.

His tongue slips through my parted lips, caressing me and tangling with me in a way that’s so much softer than I imagined. A surge of lust burns all my senses. I want to be closer to him, pressed against him, just to be one with him. His hands rake over my sides, not stopping until they’ve slipped up inside my sweater, warm against my bare skin.

"Stop running from me, princess." His words unleash a war of emotions inside me. A groan leaves his lips as he cups my breasts. “I’ll show you how I wanted it to be, Sara,” he whispers as we catch our breath. “There are times I want to fuck you so hard it hurts. But this time, I just want to do it the way you’re supposed to.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. The sincerity, the softness of his touch—this is the Aiden I imagined in my head when I was younger. He threads his fingers through my hair again, his cock hard against my lower stomach.

We stumble backward as he divests me of my clothes, and I rip his off him. I forget about the alarm that just went off. I forget about the man I saw in the courtyard. All I can think about is Aiden and the way his body feels as it looms over mine.

“Just like this,” Aiden murmurs as his lips leave mine, trailing down my jaw. He makes his way down my neck, collarbone, and then finally slows as he reaches my breasts. He groans, cupping them firmly in his hands, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a mixture of tenderness and roughness.

“Oh God,” I cry out as he slips his fingers between my legs, feeling how soaked I am for him.

“I’m dying to taste you,” Aiden says, burying his face in between my legs, planting soft kisses on my inner thighs. “I swear I’ll worship your fucking body forever.”

I can’t make a sound as he suddenly drops lower, his mouth replacing his hand. I've never been kissed there before, and I buck against the sensation. He’s hesitant, and in his hesitancy, the realization hits me…

Has he never been with someone like this, either?

I can’t imagine that being the case, but as his tongue laps against me, I forget about the thought, pleasure dousing my ability to think about anything other than him. I rock against his face as his hands glide upward, squeezing my breasts with his whole hand.

“Aiden…” I moan out as he squeezes my nipple so firmly that it sears with pain. However, the pain seems to lead to a shock of electricity straight to my pussy, and I ride it out, grinding as the sensation heightens. An orgasm crashes around me, and I scream out his name.

It’s as if I’m purging the heartache he left me with.

Chapter Sixteen

AIDEN

She’s letting me really see her, and it serves as the biggest fucking turn on. Her soft and smooth olive skin invites my touch as I slowly run my hands over her tiny waist and large breasts, which perfectly complement her petite and slender figure.

Fuck, she is so hot.

As much as I’d like to flip her over, smack her ass, and choke her out, I find myself reveling in the sex like this. This is how her first time should’ve been.