CHPATER 9

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**AIDAN'S POV**

Just a few minutes after I slammed the door behind Austin, there's a knock at my bungalow.

— *Tss... Must've forgotten a condom.*

With an exasperated sigh, I get up and head to the door, ready to tell him to get lost. But it's not him.

It's **Kylie**.

And damn, her appearance says it all—she's had way too much to drink.

Her hair's a mess, her cheeks flushed with alcohol, and she can barely stand. Her dilated pupils lock onto me with a strange look—part provocative, part lost.

— *Jesus, Kylie, what the hell happened? Why did you drink so much?*

She giggles, swaying slightly, raising a trembling finger like she's about to scold me.

— *No, no, it's not "drunk"... it's "drank"...* She bursts into laughter. *And I didn't drink *that* much... Just enough to get me from the U.S. to France!*

I frown. She's clearly not in control. And before I can even process what's happening, she starts to fall forward.

I catch her just in time.

— *Okay, come in.*

I close the door behind her and help her onto my bed—it's the only free spot anyway. She collapses onto it with a sigh, like she just ran a marathon.

I sit down beside her, watching her for a few seconds.

— *So, are you gonna tell me what's going on?*

I brace myself for a slurred rant, a flood of nonsense... but instead, Kylie suddenly climbs onto me, straddling me without hesitation.

And before I can react—**she kisses me.**

A hot, desperate kiss. No filter.

Her warm body pressed against mine, her perfume laced with alcohol... Shit.

A shiver runs down my spine. Something stirs inside me, something I didn't expect to feel this intensely.

**Shit.**

**I think I know exactly what this is.**

She's testing my self-control. No doubt about it. She's pushing every button—and damn, she knows it.

But I can't. Not like this.

I gently push her back.

She's drunk. **She doesn't know what she's doing.**

Then, without warning, she bursts into tears, curling into me like a lost little girl.

Kylie and alcohol... a **very** bad combo.

— *Hey, hey, don't cry, sweetheart... It's okay.*

I stroke her hair gently, trying to calm her down. But she clings to me even tighter.

— *Why are you pushing me away, huh?* *Sniff sniff* *You... you don't love me, is that it?*

If only she knew.

If she only had the slightest idea **what she does to me.**

All the wildly inappropriate thoughts running through my head right now... **She stars in every single fantasy playing on repeat up there.**

But I won't take advantage of her like this.

— *That's not it, Kylie.* I take a deep breath. *But you're completely wasted. You don't know what you're doing.*

A strange smile crosses her face.

— *People always say our true desires come out when we're drunk...*

She bites her lip, eyes locked on mine, full of defiance.

**Shit, she's playing me.**

— *Stop it. Right now, or...*

— *Or what?*

And then—**she grinds against my already very present erection.**

**Oh fuck.**

— *I know *exactly* what I'm doing.*

Her lips brush against mine again. This time I can feel the challenge in her kiss. **She wants me to lose control.**

I try to speak, to tell her to stop, but she bites my lip gently, pulling a low groan from me.

**Okay, Kylie.**

**You asked for it.**

I flip her onto the bed, switching our positions, my hands braced on either side of her face. Our breaths mingle. Our eyes lock.

— *I hope you're ready for what you just started.*

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**OUTSIDE POV**

It only took Aidan a few moments to close the space between them. Leaning on one elbow, he moved in slowly, brushing Kaylee's lips with his own in a kiss so light it was barely there—almost hesitant. Then, with infinite tenderness, he tried again, deepening it, letting his lips press against hers with growing certainty.

His tongue teased her upper lip, silently asking for permission. A shiver ran through Kaylee as she surrendered to the tenderness of the moment, parting her lips slightly to welcome him. When their tongues finally met, they moved in a slow, sensual rhythm—exploring, tasting, a delicate blend of desire and budding passion.

A quiet sigh escaped Kaylee as her hands slid instinctively to the back of Aidan's neck, fingers tightening like she was afraid he might pull away. Their bodies pressed closer, moving in perfect harmony—soft undulations seeking to erase any distance between them.

Overcome with the need to feel her closer, Aidan let one hand glide down her side, his fingers caressing the soft skin beneath her light dress. He soon found the curve of her breast, cupping it gently, teasing her nipple between his fingers. A muffled moan met his lips, fueling the fire inside him.

Kaylee arched slightly under his touch, her breath uneven, letting Aidan claim her with practiced tenderness. The air around them was thick with tension, every touch sparking another wave of pleasure.

Leaving her lips, he kissed his way down her neck, leaving a trail of heat behind. Then, with one fluid movement, he rolled her onto her back, now fully in control. He pushed her dress up slowly, revealing the trembling skin beneath his roaming hands.

His lips returned to her chest, covering her in heated kisses before taking one nipple between his lips, teasing it gently until she gasped. Meanwhile, his free hand slid lower, brushing over her stomach and slowly venturing between her thighs, playing with the anticipation that made them both tremble.

Aidan's hands moved over her skin with practiced ease, his gaze drawn to the way shadows and light danced across her body. He lifted her dress higher, letting his mouth and hands rediscover her curves. A soft moan escaped Kaylee as her body responded, trembling under his slow, torturous touch.

She arched against him, a breathless sound caught in her throat as he touched the beginning of her pleasure. He watched her closely, savoring every reaction, every shiver. Aidan wanted this moment to last—but his own desire was building, impossible to ignore. Kaylee, completely lost in sensation, clung to him, her fingers in his hair, wordlessly urging him on.

Their breaths mingled, their bodies moving together in a natural, fluid rhythm. He checked in, asked if she was okay, if she wanted to keep going. Her voice—trembling with want—was all the answer he needed, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He covered her in soft kisses, like he wanted to burn every second into memory.

The heat between them built with each heartbeat, their movements synchronizing perfectly. Kaylee could feel her pulse racing, every sensation amplified by the closeness. Her hands roamed Aidan's back, needing to hold on as the wave of pleasure surged higher.

Aidan guided her through it, attentive to every breath, every moan, prolonging the bliss as long as he could. When they finally reached the peak together, he buried his face in her neck, their heartbeats racing in unison.

Heavy-lidded and breathless, Kaylee felt fatigue creeping in as she lay beneath the covers, her body still humming with sensation. Every inch of her remembered Aidan's touch, his burning kisses, and the overwhelming pleasure he'd just given her.

A shadow of a smile touched her lips as she closed her eyes for a moment, wrapped in the comforting warmth of his body beside her. But a dull headache was starting to throb—a sign of the night's excesses. The alcohol, the desire... everything was a blur, but one thing was crystal clear: she didn't want to forget *this*.

— *How do you feel?* Aidan whispered, brushing his fingers gently along her arm.

Kaylee opened her eyes and looked at him for a moment before answering in a soft, sleepy voice:

— *Good... really good.*

She let out a little laugh and turned her head toward him, studying the satisfied look on his face.

— *And you?* she asked.

Aidan couldn't help but smile, his eyes sparkling with humor and pride.

— *Best sex of my life,* he said, practically beaming.

Kaylee burst out laughing, but it sounded faint, muffled by the exhaustion weighing her down. Aidan watched her closely, noting the haziness in her eyes. A thought crossed his mind—*Would she even remember this tomorrow morning?*

He'd done everything to make it unforgettable. But still, doubt crept in. He wanted to ask—but the moment felt too precious to spoil with questions.

Kaylee turned toward him and snuggled against his chest, instinctively seeking his warmth. Her hand lightly stroked his skin, tracing invisible lines along his arm, like she needed reassurance he was really there.

Aidan let out a peaceful sigh and ran a hand through her hair, tucking a strand gently behind her ear. Then, pulling the blanket over them both in a protective gesture, he made sure she stayed warm.

She drifted off quickly, lulled by the safety of his presence. He, on the other hand, took a little longer to fall asleep, his mind swirling with the mess of emotions flooding through him.

But finally, his eyes closed, and he gave in to the night's darkness, one last thought dancing through his mind before sleep took over:

**Whatever happens tomorrow... she'll know.**

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