Chapter 38. Screw Me

AIDAN

Did I want to kiss her? 

Damn right, I did.

Did I want to taste her skin again, bury myself inside her, and tattoo my name in the deepest parts of Tara’s mind?

Fuck yes.

Yes, a fucking million times.

But when her eyes fluttered open and she caught a grip on herself, taking a step back to put some distance between me and her, I knew that it wasn’t what she wanted. Not right now at least.

I could work with that.

It had been hours since the incident at the suite with Tara, and right after she wished me luck on the challenge, I took her home.

We were back in the same place again though, because I could trace her ambrosia scent among the livid crowd.

I was currently standing at the center of it all, with my shorts hanging low on my hips, and my chest bare.

Much to my dismay, Jace wasn’t able to find any tangible information on what Collin had under his sleeves for the fight, but I didn’t bother