CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Alex didn't have time to wonder why Aaron was at her apartment, dripping from the rain. His mouth roved over her own, hot and desperate. His hands were seemingly everywhere at once: cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, sifting through her hair.
She finally forced herself to say, nearly gasping, "What...?"
"Do you want me?" His expression was inscrutable.
Annoyed now, she snapped, "What do you think?"
He grinned and swept her into his arms, kicking her door closed.
"Are you alone?" he asked suddenly. "I should've made sure—"
"I'm alone," replied Alex firmly. Then, because she didn't want to think about consequences or if this was a good idea, she brought his face down for another searing kiss.
He found her bedroom, setting her on her feet, never breaking the kis
