“Yeah?” He pulled back to look me in the eye. “And what is that?”
“Living in the moment.”
And right now, at this very moment, I wanted Aiden Dumfries.
CHAPTER12
AIDEN
Dayna Benson was goingto be the death of me.
She stared at me with those big lust-filled eyes, and my resolve snapped.
I wasn’t a good guy. I fucked girls like I scored goals on the ice. I got into more fights than just a little. And I had no plans to settle down. Love was for pussies.
But I wanted Dayna. I’d wanted her ever since the moment I’d laid eyes on her. And here she was offering herself up to me on a silver fucking platter.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for?” I murmured, fighting the urge to grab her and kiss the shit out of her.
“Yes, I do.” She practically purred the words. “One night. And tomorrow, everything goes back to normal.”
Normal.
Why did her words leave me with a sour taste in my mouth?
That’s all this could ever be, wasn’t it?
Carson had already warned me to stay away from her. If we crossed this line, I was directly betraying his trust.
“Aiden, please.” Dayna ran her hand down my chest, going lower until her fingers grazed my dick.
Fuck.
“I want this. I want you.” She ran her nose along my jaw, kissing the corner of my mouth. “I want to know what it feels like.”
Sex.
She wanted sex.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew she wanted to get back at Josh for hurting her. Usually, I’d have no problem giving a girl what she wanted—especially one as pretty as Dayna.
So why the fuck was I hesitating?
“It’ll be our little secret.” She pressed her body closer to mine, demanding my full attention. She felt soft against me, and I couldn’t resist trailing my hand up the back of her leg and slipping it up inside her skirt.
“That feels good,” she whispered, her breath catching as I dragged my finger over her damp panties.
“If you think that feels good, wait until I’m buried deep inside you.”
“Yes, that. I want that. I want to feel you.”
“One night,” I reiterated.
Dayna pressed her lips together, nodding. And then whispered, “Our secret.”
I was going to hell.
But I couldn’t deny her. Not when I knew how fucking good she tasted. Not when I’d spent all night watching her dance and laugh, imagining what she was hiding under her ridiculously little skirt and sheer blouse.