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Her hot tongue sucked on him so erotically, Aaron couldn't hold back the moan that escaped him. His cock throbbed at the sensation and he felt like he was going insane.

What was she doing?

Aaron's hands tightened around her waist and he began to push her gently away from his body, teeth clenching from the effort of resisting the need coursing through his veins. He wanted her so damn much, it was dangerous for both of them.

Lauren whimpered in her sleep, pulling herself right back against him.

"Yes..." she sighed. Aaron bit his lip.

What kind of temptation was this?

She rocked against him and Aaron felt the unmistakable heat of her wet core as it rubbed against his thigh.

Crazy with desire, he let his hands run down her body.

Just a little, then he would stop.

Lauren sighed again and he fought the urge to take her. Wildly, savagely, like the beast everyone said he was.

He had to stop.

He couldn’t do this, she would hate him.

He would hate himself.

But, shit. He’d wanted her since the moment she stared up at him through her car window with those big grey eyes. God, he’d wanted her.

Lauren's hand crept up his chest and she cupped his cheek. Aaron turned his face into her palm, loving the feel of her hand touching him so tenderly. Suddenly, her body stopped moving.

Aaron froze from guilt as she woke up from her dream and slowly lifted her head from the crook of his neck. He felt her looking down at him as he lay beneath her.

"Aaron?" she whispered breathlessly in what sounded like confusion. He swallowed and started to move away, but her hand on his face turned him back to her.

"Lauren..." he whispered.

She shut him up, slowly covering his mouth with hers and letting her body fall against his hard, muscular chest. Aaron moaned into her mouth and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her hard against him. She was soft and tender even in her kiss.

Her gentle fingers gave one touch. She just touched him and managed to splinter his control.

Her mouth opened and Aaron indulged in her delectable taste, losing himself in her. The sensation of her tongue gliding over his, their mouths hot and needy, it sent fiery arousal flaming straight into his groin.

Lauren climbed onto him as her fingers got lost in his thick hair. She sat herself onto his groin and his hardened length rubbed against her wet core. Shaky groans broke out of the both of them as her silk panty-covered pussy ground against his cock, the thin materials of their underwear the only things separating them.

His hands glided up her back and tugged the jumper up until she pulled it off and tossed it aside. Aaron's hands explored her skin, drawing sighs and whimpers out of her as he let himself caress her breasts with the tips of his fingers, teasing her.

When he stopped torturing himself and sucked on her tits, Lauren threw her head back, breathing in broken rasps.

"A-aaron.." she gasped through her constricted throat.

He was driving her to madness.

His tongue and teeth did things to her breasts that made Lauren think she was about to die.

In a move so rapid, it knocked the breath out of her, Aaron flipped them over, resting his heavy hardness hard against her. Lauren gasped and rocked against him wanting to feel all of him.

His mouth rose from her chest to her neck and he kissed her there. So tenderly, Lauren lost the ability to draw breath. His hands trailed down her body, wanting to touch every inch of her and with wicked fingers, he stroked and rubbed against her wet heat, making her shake and tremble beneath him. She clutched at his shoulders as he moaned her name.

"I want you... so bad..." Aaron groaned. Maybe he could resist, maybe he could stop now and not suffer the regret she'd feel in the morning. Maybe...

"Take me... please, Aaron...please..."

Fuck.

He tasted every inch of her body, wrapping each of his senses in all that was her. She whimpered against him, weak beneath his body and it made him giddy. Lauren clawed at his shoulders, begging and Aaron thought he’d die if he didn’t give her what she asked for.

Slowly, he slid inside her. Lauren cried out and he forced his body to stop. She was so tight around him and he was afraid he'd hurt her. Her scream had been so raw and his heart pounded in fear that he’d been too quick, too wild with her.

"Lauren... you alright? You okay?"

"Mmm," she nodded frantically, clutching at him as her body writhed against him. "Please..."

Aaron moaned as he started moving slowly against her. So painfully slow, he thought he’d die from it. She pulled him close and held him, he inhaled her scent as she did so. She was so beautiful. So perfect.

They rode their wave of passion together, desiring each other more than anything in the world and giving each other all they desired.

Lauren arched against him, never having felt so loved in her life. When she climaxed, it was the most intense experience of her life and knowing that Aaron was doing that to her, it made it even better.

He groaned against her skin and came with her, his body trembling from the force with which the climax slammed into him.

Their breaths eased and slowed together, as did their hearts.

Aaron eased off her, but pulled her close and closed his eyes tightly. She might hate him in the morning, but for now, he just wanted to hold her.

Lauren curled against him and sunk back into sleep.

******

The sunlight streamed in and the rays gently woke him. Aaron stirred, trying to stretch. When his arm wouldn't move, his eyes opened and he turned to the side to find Lauren curled up against him, his arm held down by her body.

Last night crept back into his mind and had him staring at her in wonder. He'd never felt so good in his life. She was amazing. A smile curved his mouth and he lifted his other hand to brush a lock of hair away from his face.

That was when Lauren's eyes opened and she looked sleepily at Aaron.

"Mornin'," he grumbled.

Lauren gasped and pulled back so violently, she went falling off the bed, taking half of the bed covers with her. Aaron sat up quickly, pulling the sheets up over his waist when she shot up off the floor, clutching the covers around her body. She stared at him with wide grey eyes and wild hair, her mouth parted but still. Aaron looked at her, waiting.

What would her reaction be? God, he didn't think he could take it if she cursed him to hell and said she hated him. He’d have to stop himself from falling to his knees and begging.

She stared at him, knowing she should probably say something to avoid looking like an idiot, but she'd never done this before.

He looked absolutely amazing with his bed tossed hair and his sleepy eyes. She felt stupid, reacting like an inexperienced teenager, but the truth was that she was practically as inexperienced as a teenager, not to mention that she hadn’t expected for his seductive mouth and his gold eyes to be the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes.

She blinked at him.

She couldn't believe he had made her feel so amazing last night. Lauren knew she probably should regret it, but she didn't. And she hoped he didn't either.

Her gaze trailed to the floor before she spoke very quietly.

"Sooo..." she said awkwardly in a voice sexily raspy from sleep. Her eyes came up to meet his and she sat on the corner of the bed furthest from him. "W-was... was I your first?"

Aaron thought she was joking until he studied the wide-eyed look she gave him. God, she was so damn cute. He fought back his grin and slowly shook his head. "No. Was I yours?"

Lauren swallowed and slowly nodded.

They stared at each other and without a word, Aaron moved closer to her and pulled her face towards his. Gentle as a feather, he laid a kiss on her forehead, feeling an inexplicable emotion rise up in his chest at her words. He didn't analyze it, he just... felt it.

Suddenly, a mild panic exploded in his heart and he looked down at her.

"Lauren, if it was your first time... then...last night, we didn't..."

She drew back and looked up at him. "I'm on the pill. Have been since high school because my aunt didn't want a repeat of what my mother did," she said with a shrug.

Aaron felt guilty still. He’d behaved like a horny school kid unable to control himself for long enough to suit up

He said nothing, only gazed back at her now and didn't turn away. Lauren was glad for that and thought maybe he would trust her now. So she decided to trust him a little.

"I found something yesterday," she said. "In my mother's room."

Aaron felt his body react to her being close to him again and he fought to ignore it. "What did you find?" he asked.

Lauren looked him in the eye. "A journal. My mother's journal."

His face slowly formed a frown and Lauren's heart sank as she watched his gaze turn away from her once again. He turned and got out of bed, pulling on his pants as he did so.

She quickly found the jumper and tugged it on while his back was turned, not wanting to be the only one naked.

When he turned back to face her, she stepped in his path before he could avoid the topic.

"There are things written in that journal that I don't understand, Aaron," she said.

He nodded and sighed. "I told you, Lauren, you won't understand a lot of the things that happened all those years ago."

"But I want to understand! Can't you help me?"

He ran his tongue over his teeth and glanced away from her. Lauren pushed at his chest in frustration.

"You're no help! My momma spoke about a monster in her journal. And she kept saying, she 'outta kill him'."

Aaron's gaze shot back to her face.

His heart beating fast at this news, even if he kept a cool face.

Catherine had kept a journal?

Her eyes narrowed on him. "Then the other day, your mom said something about you rescuing a girl from monsters!" Lauren shook her head and strutted away from him. He watched her move, loving the sway of her hair against the nape of her graceful neck. Suddenly, she turned on him, breathing fire.

"Something happened twenty years ago!" she snarled and he flinched. "Something you're not telling me! You said you killed them, didn't you?" Aaron remained silent. "Well, where are the bodies then?" Lauren questioned, getting fed up with being kept in the dark and he was doing it deliberately.

"Tell me!" she ordered, poking him in the chest. He had to say something. He had to tell her that she had not just made sweet love to her mother’s killer.

Aaron winced and rubbed the spot where she'd practically drilled a hole into him with her finger. "I will," he said and Lauren froze.

"You will? W-when? Tell me. Tell me now, we can sit and you can tell me everything."

Aaron shook his head and pulled on a shirt. "No, Lauren, not now…"

"Then when?" she looked up at him, the over-sized jumper making her look like a little kid disappointed on Christmas day.

He turned to her and took her by the shoulders. "Look at me," he said and she obeyed. "Lauren... the things I know... the things I've kept inside me for so many years, they're things that would hurt you. I don't wanna hurt you. Not everythin' you've been told is true," he said and she swallowed, secretly fearing the unknown.

She was trying so hard to uncover all these secrets, but what if they shattered her heart?

She sighed and looked deeply into him.

"Just tell me this for now," she said.

He looked at her, letting her eyes search his. He was tired. Tired of hiding, of the nightmares, of the resentment, of everything.

Lauren drew in a deep breath. "Did you kill Rev. Burns and Catherine Burns?"

Her hands trembled as she held them between them in a prayer pose. She waited for his response, knowing that he wasn't going to lie now and fearing more than anything, what he would say to her.

Aaron swallowed and turned away.