Chapter 145
Aaron grazed my lips with his, the touch barely enough to appease me. “I’m not going to do that.” His
voice was husky, bathed in the need I felt washing over my body. “Not now.”
“Why?” I breathed out.
“Because I wouldn’t be able to help myself,” he growled in my ear. He rocked his hips against me once
more, pressing me harder against the coarse surface behind my back. “And the first time I’m inside of
you, it’s not going to be a quick fuck against a wall.”
I whimpered at his words. At the loss of not having what he
had just painted so clearly in my head. I’d give anything to have him bury himself deep inside me.
Perhaps that way, I wouldn’t feel this void in the center of my chest.
His forehead came to rest on top of mine again. Every motion came to a painful stop. “I’d die a happy
man if I could make youe right here and now,” Aaron whispered, making me shiver. “But anyone
could walk by and see us, and that’s a privilege I want for just myself.”
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Sighing, I trailed my fingers through his hair and then around his neck untiling to cup his jaw.
Slowly, I came to my senses. “You are right.”
My lips puckered, pouting.
Blue eyes that shone like they had never done before crinkled with a smile. “Look at that,” he said
before kissing me firmly. Way too briefly for me to be anywhere satisfied. “I will get foolish, crazy ideas
if you start agreeing with me so easily.”
That got my pout to fall just a smidgen, and perhaps a small smile peeked out. And just as I was
considering puckering my lips again, remembering how hot and bothered I still was, his head dipped
again, and he kissed the remainder of that pout off my face.
“Let’s go. Your family is probably wondering where we are.” He slowly dropped me to the floor. Then,
he brushed his fingers over a few strands of hair that hade out of ce, the back of his hand
grazing my cheek before he stepped back. “Perfect,” he said, looking me up and down.
And the word traveled straight to the middle of my chest.
He offered his hand, and I took it before it hovered in the air for aplete second. I was a needy
woman, it seemed. And when it came to Aaron, I’d take from him as much as he was willing to give me.
And then perhaps I’d beg for more.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ignited. That was exactly how I felt.
It was what Aaron had done to me. He had lit me up. Unraveled something that, I realized now, had
been humming beneath my skin for a long time.
Everything rioting deep inside of me hadn’t been shaped out of just a few moments or an impossibly
loud physical connection. What caused this uprising had already been there, buried. I had kept it
submerged under the weight of buts, fears, and doubts. Pushed down by my own stubbornness too.
But now that it had burst out, resurfacing and streaming out of me, mixed with need and want and
something that was exhrating and absolutely terrifying, I knew that I had reached a point of no return.
I wouldn’t be able to push it down, shove it aside, or ignore it any longer.
And I didn’t think I wanted to.
Not after having a taste of what could be mine. And I wasn’t talking just about Aaron’s lips. For the first
time since we hadnded in Spain, every touch, look, smile, or word was real. After that kiss, every
time Aaron grazed my arm with the back of his hand, it was because he wanted to. Every time he
brushed a kiss on my shoulder, it was because he wasn’t capable of helping himself. And every time he
gathered me close and whispered something in my ear, it wasn’t because my family was looking and
we had a role to y. It was because he wanted me to hear how beautiful he thought I looked and how
lucky he felt to have me in his arms.
We danced for hours, this time with nothing hanging over our heads, and I kissed that smile that was
only for me. More than once. I simply couldn’t help myself.
Tonight, I had decided I’d stay in our bubble and deal with what awaited in New York when we got
there. Tonight was ours.
Aaron closed the door of the room behind him, and I couldn’t help but stare at him from my position at
the end of the bed. We had just gotten to the apartment, and I had decided to give a rest to my wobbly
legs and hurting feet while he fetched some water from the kitchen.
One of his arms was behind his back, making me tilt my head with curiosity. He smiled, and when he
revealed what was in his hand, I almost screamed at him to stop going after my poor, weak heart.
Because it wouldn’t survive.
A doughnut, zed and filled with chocte cream. They had served them as a snackte in the night.
And I had probably eaten more than I should have.
“Aaron ckford,” I said, feeling as if something were being squashed in the middle of my chest. “Did
you smuggle doughnuts out of the wedding in your pocket?”
His smile turned into a grin. A bashfully, unassumingly handsome grin. And my poor heart squeezed
some more. “I knew you’d be hungry.”
“I am,” I admitted, my voice sounding all wrong. “Thank you.”
He strode across the room and ced the doughnut on a napkin on top of the dresser. I took the
chance to tell my heart to chill the hell out before it was toote and we both went down.
Aaron turned, as if he knew I needed one more minute to gather myself. But instead of doing that, I
gawked at his back. Watched how he shed himself of his suit jacket and delicately ced it on the only
chair in the room. Dangerous thoughts started piling up in my head, traveling to the bottom of my
stomach. When Aaron finally faced me, just as he was undoing the knot of his tie, those dangerous,
reckless thoughts were probably disyed all over my face.
Our gazes connected, and an uncontroble blush rose up my neck, reaching my cheeks. Ironic, how I
had been devouring his lips hours ago, and now, a simple look turned me inside out.
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