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And wasn’t I doing all those things?
Before I could delve into that, Aaron’s large body shifted, and my back
was against a hard surface. My hand traveled across it absently. The
wardrobe. He was caging me against what felt like the wardrobe door, and I
didn’t know how we had ended up there. Not really. But he was pressing
deliciously into me, sheltering me from the world around us. Like the humansized
shield he had shown me he could be for me. Rooting me to the ground
and sending my senses flying all at once. So, I didn’t care. Instead, my body
craved more contact. It throbbed for more.
“If I were yours, I would not be capable of functioning without touching
you.” His words made something in my chest constrict. “I couldn’t go a few
minutes without doing this,” he added, squeezing my waist with his hand and
slipping his thumb below my sleeping shirt, robbing me of the following
breath. “Or something like this.” Aaron stepped further into me, pressing his
hips against mine.
A helpless whimper left me.
The runaway thumb that had snuck below the fabric of my shirt trailed a
few inches up my side, rumpling my shirt on its way.
A very shaky exhale escaped my lips. I couldn’t do much more than that,
hardly breathing, barely surviving until the next touch. Every nerve in my
body felt like it was about to be lit on fire. My blood boiled, burning every
vessel and organ in its path. Everything burned.
I thought a new whimper had escaped away from me because I was
rewarded with another openmouthed kiss. This time on my temple. Then,
Aaron’s lips traveled down the side of my face, the air leaving them warm
and enticing.
His mouth stopped at my eyelids, still shut, and he held his lips above
them for a second. It wasn’t a kiss; it was more of a featherlight touch. And,
God, that soft brush of his lips alone was so sweet, so fucking tender that it
made me want to weep.
He continued down, stopping at my nose and repeating the soft caress.
Then, he did it to my right cheek. My left cheek. My chin.
Aaron left soft kisses everywhere he stopped, turning me inside out.
Pure, unfiltered need pulsated through my body with every inch of skin
his lips traveled. And when they reached the corner of my mouth, I felt like I
would detonate like a bomb if he didn’t touch me there too. If he didn’t brush
his lips over mine and kiss me.