The song that plays from his phone is a dance remix of my current favorite sexy love song.
He pulls me back into his arms, moves his leg between mine, and kisses me.
Our kissing starts out slow, sexy, and sweet, mimicking our dancing.
But as the song’s beat picks up, so do we.
Our kissing changes from sweet to passionate, then to almost frantic.
I feel volatile, like I could explode, combust, or ignite.
His hands are in my hair, my tongue is swirling against his, and my head totally filled with cotton candy. I can’t think.
I can only feel.
The fire that is Aiden.
When his lips touch my neck with hard, sucking kisses, I can’t help it, I push my hips into his.
Which must have been all he could take, because he picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist, and pushes me against the gazebo’s ledge.
My hands immediately move to his pants. Unzipping them.
My mind is spinning.
His love potion is stronger than ever, seeping into my every pore and filling me with uncontrollable desire.
Very quickly, he pushes my skirt up, slides my panties over, and fills me completely. Like he was made to fit me.
And I'm pretty sure he was.
He rocks my body against the gazebo.
It’s rough.
Hot.
Hard.
I don’t know how long it lasts. Whether it’s three minutes or three hours.
Doesn’t matter.
It’s all it took.
It’s like he’s the wind and I’m the ocean.
My body moves like a tidal wave in response to every thrust and motion.
It’s the most intense, hot, crazy experience of my life.
The Titan owns me, proving it knows what my body wants more than I know myself.
I really thought when we finally did it, I'd be describing it with words like a joining of the mind, body, and soul.
But this is pure godly need.
Pent up desire—filling me up, hard and hot.
It's like when he pushed me on his desk and kissed me with his tongue.
I thought then that a god’s full power was unleashed on me.
I was very wrong.
This is when he’s most powerful.
When he’s on the brink of losing control.
It's like all his godly powers—that are usually used so well-honed—are in their purest and rawest form.
I think of my scripts.
Making love on a bed of rose petals in a meadow under a rainbow.
Just like the script I wadded up and threw in the trash before I kicked the soccer ball at him, Aiden just took my first-time script and burnt it.
Probably with his hotness.
No more fairy tale bullshit.
Fuck that.
I rewrite every script I've ever written to this.
This exact, crazy moment.
White heat and electricity sizzling in the air.
Lightning ready to strike inside of me.
Then it’s bolts of pleasure, flashes of desire, and burning heat.
Now I understand why mere mortals always succumbed to Aphrodite.
Making love to a god is like nothing on earth.
“Holy shit,” he says, his voice deeper and sexier than I’ve ever heard. “That was . . .”
“Fucking amazing,” I finish.
He gives me one more hug, whispers I love you into my ear, and then moves away from me.
“Uh, when did you put on a condom?”
“Sometime between when you unzipped my pants and when we did it.”
“I swear, you never took your hands off me. Are you sure you’re not magical?”
“Yes, I'm sure,” he says, laughing and kissing me again. “Take me back to your room, Boots. I’m so not even close to being done with you tonight.”
When we get back to my room, we lock the door, turn on some soft music, and dim the lights.
The night is a swirl of kissing, hotness, positions, amazingness, sexiness, and love.
All hot, sweet, and unbelievably, perfectly unscripted.
I never knew sex could be so utterly, breathtakingly beautiful.
I am so in love with Aiden.
And, more importantly, I absolutely know he loves me.
I look at the ring he placed on my left hand and know that's all the commitment I’ll ever need.
A few months ago, when B was leaving, I needed more. I practically begged for it.
I understand now why I needed it. I needed emotional reassurance and thought that a label could make our relationship be a relationship. I was being clingy, hoping to revive what had fallen apart while we were in Europe. What I was afraid to let go of.
I feel bad kinda. B was right when he patted my chest and told me I should've known it in my heart.
I should have felt it, but I know why I didn't.
Because it wasn't flowing out of him. He hadn't given me his heart. Not in the way I deserved.
Not in the way Aiden has. His love for me shines through his every action.
“I still can't believe you let me lie to you.”
“Sometimes I wanted to shake you and tell you I knew. That you could trust me.”
“I trust you more than anyone I've ever known.”
“And I love you more than I even knew was possible.”
I smile at him.
For a long time, I was convinced that love potion resided in his mouth. On his tongue.
But I was wrong. The source of his power is the Titan.