If you're reading this chapter, welcome home you filthy person. Take off your shoes, socks and whatever else is necessary, sit back and enjoy the ride. 

p.s. I'm still learning, so let me know what works and what doesn't!

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Maybe drunk Thea was less inhibited and less in control of her life, maybe Aiden driving the speeding car with absolute precision was really fucking hot. My insides were on fire, liquid smoke running under my veins as he zoomed past the streets, his hand never leaving my thigh for a second. We'd explored much of what we needed to explore already and the prospect of being pinned under him again was exhilarating, especially when I knew there was nothing stopping us from getting what we wanted.

Maybe I was too far gone, maybe I was too excited, but I left all common sense out for the night, tracing the lines on his fingers spread across my thigh. He squeezed once in warning, gritting his teeth, "Thea..."

"Yes, Aiden?" I blinked, leaning in my seat further.

"Be very careful with what you're going to do next."

Laughter spilled from my lips, "And what if I'm not careful?"

Somewhere part of me knew I was playing a dangerous game. This was like playing with flames, and the more I teased Aiden, the worse the ache between my legs got. Aiden swallowed hard, I could see the rise and fall of his Adam's apple, but kept his eyes on the road. "You are in so much fucking trouble, Thea Scott."

Lifting his hand off me, I pressed his thumb over my lips, touching softly across my bottom lip, tugging it across the middle, "I am trouble, darling."

"Of course, you are." Aiden all but snatched his hand away, gripping the steering hard enough that the pads of his fingers turned pink. We parked in his space, Aiden cutting off the ignition and looking over at me. I had rested my head back, staring at this beautiful, gorgeous man, still wrapping my head around the fact that he was mine, and tonight, I would experience all of him, even the parts of him that were hidden and buried deep inside him. Sex was about vulnerability; sex was about power. And I wanted all of it from Aiden tonight. While I took the belt off, Aiden walked over and opened the door for me, helping me out. I stumbled, the wine being stronger than I thought, throwing my arms around Aiden and pulling him into a kiss.

The kiss was amorous, slow and controlled, leading me to nirvana and my end at the same time. The fire in my belly was raging, flames licking up my throat as Aiden pressed me against his car, kissing me deeply and thoroughly like this was the last time we'd ever get to taste each other. I had to dig my nails into his arms as his lips worked their magic. We were close, but I needed him closer, close enough that there was nothing between us – no secrets, no inhibitions, no fears, no doubts, no misunderstandings, nothing. Fisting his shirt in my hands, I brought him forward and he stumbled into me, the contact making him groan right over my lips, "Fuck, Thea."

I didn't realize how far gone I was until I spoke, the hoarseness of my voice surprising me, "That's kind of the plan."

Aiden paused, brushing my hair out of my face and looking at my face. Under his gaze, I continued to burn and glow like a raging campfire, unable to cool myself enough to make it to the elevators, much less home. Wrapping a finger around his tie, I brought his lips down to me again and he obliged, returning my passions. His hands reached between the cool surface of the car and my back, fingers digging into my hips, and relieving the longing I felt for him between my legs, if only temporarily.

"Please," a whisper dropped as Aiden's lips withdrew, ghosting just above, not quite touching, only teasing, tantalizing, burning.

"You're not the only one who can tease." He pecked my lips before pulling away from me entirely, still taking my hand and leading me forward. I followed, the cold air raising goosebumps on my skin. God, how was I going to survive this man?

Aiden and I took the elevators up, charges of tension flowing between us as we watched the numbers move forward and upwards. "You couldn't live on a lower floor?"

"You're very eager." He snickered, making me roll my eyes. Crossing the distance between us, I ran a finger over the visible bulge in his pants, "Aren't you?"

Aiden hissed, stiffening, "You're dead as soon as you walk through that fucking door, Scott."

"Do your worst, Steele." I spun away just as the doors opened, heading down the hallway to his house. It wasn't even a choice most of the time, we had been sharing his bed all week, and my feet subconsciously led me there, the jingling of Aiden's keys indicating his presence behind me.

"Thea?"

I turned around too quick on my heel, narrowly escaping a fall, "Shit."

"Are you too intoxicated?" he squinted, before coming to a conclusion on his own, "Yes you are. Let's get you to bed, come on." He began pulling me towards the opposite direction, but I resisted, "I'm not too intosciated. Intoxicated." The word made me giggle, "I'm fine."

"Sure," he eyed me dubiously, "but I'd rather we don't do this now. Let me get you in your bed."

"No can do, sir. I went through extreme levels of pain today to get ready; don't you dare turn me away for two glasses of wine."

"Pain?"

Shit shit shit. I could feel colour rush to my cheeks. Why did I have to speak without thinking?

"I, uhm... I..." I fumbled, grabbing the keys from his hand and unlocking the door myself, "I got waxed today... down there."

"Jesus, fuck." The familiar phrase of my thoughts on his lips made me smile, and I turned the key to open the doors to his house only to be halted by his hand covering mine, spinning me around and pressing the door shut. Once again trapped against Aiden, I revelled in the tingle of his lips over my jaw before he kissed my neck, nudging my hair away and kissing all available skin. His fingers moved over from my knees up to my thighs, and then with a twinkle in his eye, he made me watch as his fingers hitched my dress up slightly, disappearing under the satin fabric. Jesus. Holding on to his neck for dear life, I made quick work of his tie with one hand, wrapping it around my wrist haphazardly. It was too precious to be thrown away just like that. The buttons of his shirt were a fucking task, especially when I was struggling to form coherent thoughts as Aiden viciously attacked the skin on my neck and chest, soothing it with his tongue. The line between pain and pleasure was fine, and boy did Aiden know how to dance around it.

Venomous, unwelcome thoughts intruded my head, wondering just how many people had been in the same position as me, how much practice he had, and whether my inexperience could match his expectations. Sensing my enthusiasm drop, Aiden withdrew his hands from under my skirt, the ring on his right hand getting caught on a thread and ripping a vertical slit down the side of my thigh. "Oops?" He offered, making me laugh despite my thoughts.

I held his face between my hands, pressing our foreheads together, "Tell me this matters to you."

"More than ah-" I grinned as something so simple as a nail running over his chest made him lose his words, "Let me show you instead." He lifted me up and headed inside, and I took the opportunity to unbutton his shirt, enticed by the exposed skin under his ear and neck. Jesus, how was the fucking vein on someone's neck making me so needy?

We didn't even make it to the bedroom. Too impatient, Aiden set me down on the kitchen table, lifting the skirt of my dress away to reveal the black lace underneath. "You're really about to kill me, you know?" We made quick work of discarding unnecessary pieces of fabric, between frantic kisses and hands grabbing at the skin, heat running over us like a sauna. "So fucking pretty." He said finally, watching his mess of a girlfriend sitting with her dress bunched up around her waist like a belt and a red tie wrapped loosely around her neck. The more I thought about us like this, the worse the sensation between my legs became, a demonic scream rising from me as he pressed his thumb over the lace -  where I needed him the most, instantly biting my lip to stop the further embarrassment. I'd been told I screamed like a dying cat, which I would assume was unattractive, and I needed Aiden to feel attracted to me.

Looking up, Aiden ran a finger over my nose before releasing my lips, "It's just you and me, babe. And I want to hear you when you come all over my fingers."

Fuck fuck fuck.

Who knew Aiden Steele had such a filthy fucking mouth? I would not be able to survive this at all. My head rolled back as his fingers slipped under the lace, grazing over the sensitive skin, reaching its destination and taking me straight to the stars.

"Fuck, Aiden!"

"That's kind of theplan," He muttered, lips against my throat, and I knew that all my wildestdreams could not have conjured the night I was about to have. 

I wrote a lot further ahead than this, but I hate it lol. Depending on the feedback I get here, I'll think of whether I even want to fix that or if this is the best I can do xD