Whatever has ignited between us, I never want to put it out. This is far from my first kiss, but I've never experienced this level of lust. I want to rip off his clothes, slither on top of him, and ride him until we're both so delirious with desire that the world could crack open and neither of us would notice.

Who am I kidding? That's already how I feel. The world could be ending right now, and as long as I had this man like this, I'd die happy.

When I lift my leg to his hip, he groans against my lips, and then he cups my ass and drags me up his body until I've got my ankles locked at the small of his back.

Somehow we've ended up against the hut, and the cool wood almost penetrates my sweater. I shiver, but I'm not sure if it's from the intensity of my yearning for the warm length of him or from the cold.

His fingers graze the skin at the edge of my waist, and goosebumps rise across my flesh. Never has such a simple action inspired this fierce hunger. Every caress, every brush of his tongue, every miniscule movement that puts another inch of our bodies in contact makes me alert to every other place we're connected.

I'm aware of everything and nothing. Lost in a haze of sensation, and yet I've never felt so sure that this, here with him, is where I belong. He is mine, and I am his.

His words suddenly make so much more sense—kill for you, die for you, unmake the world for you—because I'd follow this bond until time ceased to exist.

"Aidan," I plead.

"Do you remember me?" He growls against my ear.

Do I? My brain won't click anything into place, but even if I don't remember him, I know him. I tighten my legs to draw him closer, but he resists. He tears his lips from mine, and our foreheads meet, both of us panting.

"Em..."

I angle my head and seek his lips again. More. More. More. That's all I can think about when he's so close. Not close enough, and I drag his shirt up his back and over his head.

His muscles ripple in the moonlight, a fine dusting of hair covering his whole body.

"Em." The syllable of my name is a strangled curse.

"Please." I feather kisses along his neck and jaw until he seizes my lips again, deepening the kiss and driving me against the side of the security hut. He grinds against me, both of us fully clothed from the waist down, and each thrust drags me closer to an edge I've rarely seen with a man in charge of my pleasure. I tremble in anticipation, and his grip tightens on my ass in a way that should be painful but only heightens every other sensation. "Don't stop," I plead. "Aidan."

"Say my name again," he orders. "Say my name while you fucking come."

"Aidan," I whisper, head thrown back, unable to deny him even if I wanted to. "Aidan."

"Louder," he growls.

"Aidan!" I clutch the back of his head, and I can feel the wave coming, cresting, so close I can almost touch it. "Oh, god. Aidan. Aidan!" I cry out as the wave of my orgasm hits me stronger than I've ever felt before. He keeps thrusting, and I'm delirious, unable to think of anything but the pulsing of my body.

"Fuck, Emmerson," he says against my ear, and I feel him shudder against me with his own release.

We stay pressed together against the side of the hut, breathing heavy for several beats. Time and place is coming back into focus. Another stupid, but amazing, choice by yours truly.

"Did we really just dry hump against the side of the security hut when I'm supposed to be working?"

"Yeah," he mutters against my neck before drawing back to meet my gaze. "And you fucking loved it." He smirks, but it quickly morphs into an expression I can't read. "The beauty of it is that you won't even remember my name tomorrow, let alone that you let me fuck you in the middle of the woods."

Not just let him—wanted him—badly. More than I've ever wanted anything or anyone. Instinctual. Even now, scanning his face, he doesn't feel like a stranger, like another questionable, spontaneous choice that I'll seriously regret in five minutes.

I caress the edge of his face with my fingertip, and then I place a soft kiss on his lips. "I've got no idea what you're talking about, but I'll remember this. I want to remember," I say, and then I kiss him again. My lips tingle at the contact, and he slants his mouth over mine.

"I should not want you like this," he mutters.

"No?" I whisper as he places open-mouthed kisses along my neck.

"You aren't the one for me, and yet..."

"I don't believe in the one," I say. "A myth. A slogan meant for Valentine's Day and marriages that last two years before the next 'one' appears."

"Jaded. I like it. Doesn't work like that for me," he says, his big thumb gentle against my cheek. "One and done. That's all I get. No choice."

"We've always got a choice. Even doing nothing is a choice. A favorite foster parent saying. Thing is—whatever my options are, I'm always picking the wrong one."

"Like letting me dry fuck you against a building just after your gnat boyfriend leaves?"

I close my eyes and let out a whoosh of air. This guy does not mince words. How did I forget about Brody? If I doubted it before, it's official now. I can't stay with him. After what I just experienced with Aidan, there's no going back to whatever Brody could offer.

"I love that you never remember him," Aidan says, easing my legs down to the ground.

"Never?" I scoff. "I met you tonight. You can hardly make that claim." Even if it's correct.

"I've been "meeting" you every night for weeks. If your memories ever miraculously appear, you're going to hate me." He chuckles at the thought.

"Please tell me you have not been dry fucking me every night against a building in your version of reality." Despite what he said, I'm sure I'd remember if it had been happening in mine. Even now, my extremities are tingling with the aftereffects.

"Nah." He gestures behind us. "That was a first. Just wanted a taste of the forbidden, but it turned into a whole meal. Willpower and I have only a passing relationship. It exists. I ignore it." He sweeps his shirt off the ground and tugs in back on.

A wolf howls in the distance, and Aidan straightens to his full height.

Wolves are common in the state park, according to my colleagues. Though, I've never seen any. Every once in a while, they howl, and I'm always surprised at how distinct each one sounds, as though I could pick each wolf out of the pack based on their voice alone.

Aidan stares into the woods for a beat, as if listening for something, and then he turns back to me, closing the distance. "Stay in the hut until morning. Don't leave no matter what you might think you see or hear."

He stares into my eyes with fierce intensity, and my vision goes fuzzy, soft around the edges, before snapping back into focus. The strangest sensation—as though I've been snatched forcefully into the present from somewhere else that was attempting to lure me away.  

"What did you..." I start to ask, but he's gone before I can get the question out.

I stand staring into the woods and I marvel at what a weird night it's been. Aidan appears, and we go at each other like animals, and then literal animals seem to spook him, scare him away. Guess he doesn't want to be out here if there's a pack around.

As far as I've been told, wolves calling to each other isn't a reason to neglect my duties. They'd probably have to have me surrounded and be trying to eat me before the guards up front would care. Stuff like that only happens in movies. 

Rather than going back into the hut as Aidan said, I climb into the gator. My mind is spinning, and making my nightly rounds, dousing myself in routine, might be just what I need to clear my head. As of right now, my whole night feels like a figment of my overactive imagination.

Another update at some point...

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