Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 200

Aria's POV

I couldn't help but laugh at his jealousy. "Aiden Carter, you get jealous way too easily."

"As long as you know it," he replied in that deep voice that always made my stomach flutter.

Before I could respond, he tilted my chin up and captured my lips with his. The sudden kiss stole my breath away. My fingers instinctively clutched at his shirt as he gently nibbled my lower lip, treating it like a delicate morsel he couldn't get enough of.

My breathing grew heavier with each passing second. The afternoon air felt electric, crackling with tension between us. When he slipped his hand under the hem of my shirt, the cool rush of air against my skin momentarily cleared my head.

I pushed against his chest lightly, resisting. Aiden's hand continued caressing my waist, his palm burning hot against my skin. That heat spread through my entire body, reaching my heart, frightening me with its intensity.

"Aiden—" I pushed harder this time, my voice pleading.

He studied my face for a moment before relenting to my unspoken request. Wrapping his arms around me, he leaned back into the couch with a frustrated sigh.

"Will my wife ever tell me when we can finally move forward?" he asked, his voice rough with restrained desire.

I looked up at him, my eyes slightly watery. "Is that all you want from me? Just the physical part? And then what—goodbye?"

Aiden couldn't handle my vulnerable expression. He covered my eyes with his hand. "Don't look at me like that," he murmured, his voice low and husky like gravel beneath tires.

The sound made my heart ache with a peculiar yearning. I swallowed hard and pulled his hand away, my face burning as I met his gaze. "If I'm counting correctly, we've only known each other for about three months."

It had happened so fast. I never imagined I could fall for someone in just three months. But with Aiden being who he was, it somehow made perfect sense.

I rested against his chest, fighting through my embarrassment to continue. "I want us to be together longer."

I didn't want this to be just physical attraction that would fizzle out once the passion cooled, leaving us to go our separate ways. That wasn't what I wanted at all.

I didn't want some fast-food version of love. I wanted something solid, something that would last.

Aiden sighed, both exasperated and tender. "I understand," he said, stroking my hair before pressing a kiss to my forehead. "We'll take it slow."

"Okay," I mumbled, too embarrassed to look at him, choosing instead to bury my face against his chest.

The house was quiet around us. Noon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing us in its golden glow. Aiden's face was backlit, his dark eyes focused solely on me, as if I were the only source of light he needed.

After cuddling against him for a while, I suddenly remembered something Elena had mentioned. "Do you like watching jet ski competitions?" I asked.

Aiden raised an eyebrow. "Not particularly."

I shifted slightly. "There's a competition in Lake City next month. Would you want to go?"

He studied me for a moment before clicking his tongue. "What exactly did Elena tell you?"

I froze, surprised at how quickly he'd seen through me. "Just that you enjoyed watching jet ski competitions."

"What else?" he asked, fingers finding my earlobe and playing with it as if he'd discovered a new favorite toy.

My ears burned under his touch. I gently pushed his hand away. "That's hot," I protested.

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