Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 29

Aria's POV

The air between us crackled with electricity. My breath caught in my throat at his proposition. Everything in me screamed this was a terrible idea—we were business partners, nothing more. Yet my body betrayed me, responding to his nearness with a fierce hunger I couldn't deny.

"Yes," I whispered before I could stop myself.

The word hung in the darkness for a heartbeat, and then his hand was cupping my face, turning me toward him. In the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, his eyes were midnight pools, intense and hungry.

"Tell me to stop," Aiden murmured, his breath hot against my neck. "Say the word, and I'll go back to my side."

I should have. God knows I should have.

Instead, I turned to face him, finding his eyes gleaming in the moonlight, intense and hungry. Something primal and needy coiled inside me, demanding release after months of denial and heartbreak.

"Don't stop," I whispered.

His hand moved from my shoulder to cup my face, thumb stroking across my cheekbone with surprising tenderness. For a heartbeat, we just stared at each other, the air between us charged with electricity.

"Are you certain?" His voice was strained, controlled. "This changes things between us."

I shook my head slightly. "It doesn't have to. We're adults. We can—"

His mouth crushed against mine, swallowing whatever sensible arrangement I was about to propose. The kiss was nothing like I'd imagined—not gentle, not tentative, but consuming.

His lips were firm yet soft, demanding as they moved against mine. I gasped, and he took advantage, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, tasting me with a groan that vibrated through my entire body.

My hands found their way to his chest, fingers splaying across the hard planes of muscle. His skin was hot to the touch, smooth over solid strength.

I traced the ridges of his abs, marveling at how perfectly sculpted he was. Every inch of him felt like living marble—hard, defined, yet vitally alive beneath my exploring fingers.

As he shifted above me, I felt the hard length of him press against my thigh. The evidence of his desire sent a thrill of power through me. I, Aria Jones, had reduced the mighty Aiden Carter to this state of want.

I couldn't help myself—I arched up, pressing my hips against his, seeking friction. The contact drew a sharp hiss from him, followed by a firm slap to my outer thigh that made me gasp in surprise and unexpected pleasure.

I realized that with Aiden, I felt an intense, burning desire unlike anything I had ever felt with Liam, who made me feel frigid the whole time we were making out.

"Impatient little thing," he growled, nipping at my bottom lip.

"No," I admitted sheepishly, "it's your fault."

Emboldened by desire, I let my hand slide down his taut abdomen, tracing the defined V of his hips until my fingers brushed against his hardness through the thin fabric of his pajama bottoms. The size of him made me gasp softly, and his sharp intake of breath told me he was just as affected by my touch.

Aiden's eyes darkened dangerously. "Good girl."

In one swift movement,he hovering above me, his weight supported on his forearms. The moonlight sculpted his features into something almost otherworldly—sharp jaw, intense eyes, lips parted with desire.

"Tell me what you want, Aria," he commanded, his voice rough velvet.

The vulnerability of the request caught me off guard. This powerful man, asking permission rather than taking.

"I want your hands on me," I whispered. "Everywhere."

His answering smile was predatory. "Specific. I like that."

He lowered his head to kiss me again, softer this time but no less intoxicating. His hand moved to the buttons of my pajama top, slowly undoing them one by one, his fingers deliberately brushing against my skin with each newly exposed inch.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my breasts. His thumb grazed over one nipple, and I arched into his touch, gasping.

"And so responsive," he added, lowering his head to replace his thumb with his mouth.

The wet heat of his tongue sent electricity shooting through me. I clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other.

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