Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 320

Aria's pov

I felt Aiden's chest rumble with quiet laughter as his arms wrapped securely around me. My body seemed to fit perfectly against his—like two puzzle pieces designed to connect.

"Let's get you inside," he murmured, his voice deeper than usual. His warm breath tickled my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

Once we stepped through the door, a strange boldness overtook me. Maybe it was the "fruit and sparkles" finally hitting my system, or maybe it was just Aiden's proximity—his scent, his warmth, the way his eyes followed my every move. Whatever it was, I felt absolutely unstoppable.

"I think I need a shower," I announced suddenly, kicking off my heels. They clattered against the marble floor, the sound echoing through our spacious entryway.

Aiden raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of amusement and something darker, hungrier. "Do you now?"

"Mmhmm." I nodded emphatically, feeling my hair bounce around my shoulders. "Care to join me?"

His eyes widened slightly—just for a fraction of a second—but long enough for me to catch his surprise. I wasn't usually this forward. The look quickly morphed into something else, something that made my heart race and my skin tingle with anticipation.

"Aria," he said, my name a warning on his lips.

I ignored it, turning on my heel and heading for the stairs. "Your loss," I called over my shoulder, trying to sound nonchalant despite the nervous flutter in my stomach.

I'd barely made it halfway up when I heard his footsteps behind me, quick and determined. Then his arms were around my waist, lifting me effortlessly.

"You're playing with fire, Mrs. Carter," he whispered against my neck, his lips grazing my sensitive skin.

"Maybe I want to get burned," I retorted, surprising myself with my boldness.

He carried me the rest of the way up the stairs, his grip firm yet gentle. Once in our bedroom, he set me down in the bathroom, his dark eyes never leaving mine as he reached past me to turn on the faucet. Water thundered into our oversized tub, steam quickly filling the space between us.

"Bath or shower?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Bath," I decided immediately, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. My fingers fumbled slightly, betraying my nervousness despite my outward confidence. "Definitely bath."

Aiden stood perfectly still, watching me through hooded eyes as I struggled with his buttons. When I finally got the last one undone, pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders, I couldn't help but admire the view. His chest was sculpted perfection—all hard planes and defined muscles.

"Like what you see?" he teased, echoing my earlier thoughts.

I nodded, suddenly feeling shy despite my earlier boldness. "Always have."

While the tub continued to fill, Aiden's hands moved to the zipper of my dress, slowly dragging it down my back. The cool air against my exposed skin made me shiver—or maybe it was the intensity in his gaze as he pushed the fabric off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.

Aiden reached behind me to test the water temperature, then added some bath salts from the crystal container on the edge of the tub. His movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine.

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