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I felt the large and masculine body that pressed against me sigh. His lips

hovering above mine.

Breaking my restraint, my hand lifted and landed on his upper arm, which

I discovered was braced against the wardrobe surface, right next to my head.

Barely able to take ahold of his flexed biceps, I wrapped my fingers as well

as I could around the hot and tense skin. Everything strained and tightened

under my touch. And I wondered if he was holding himself back, holding

back from wrapping both arms around me and lifting me in the air. Perhaps

pressing me harder into his body. Or doing more than just leaving featherlight

kisses and soft brushes of his fingers.

Unsure if what he needed was my encouragement, I increased the

pressure of my hold on his arm. My nails dug into his skin.

A deep and throaty sound left Aaron’s mouth, landing right between my

legs. Just where all the ever-growing need had gathered.

I latched on to his arm harder, my body arching into him unconsciously,

barely able to contain myself any longer. I was very close to begging, and I

would if I had to. In response, Aaron came a little closer. Pressed against me

a little harder.

I could feel him throbbing against my belly.

“Lina.” My name left his lips like a soft prayer. Or a warning. I wasn’t

sure. “I’m going to kiss you.”

His words fell on my lips, close, so close. So, I was left with no option

but to increase the pressure of my fingers around his arm, so I wouldn’t

dissolve right there. To slip away and disappear before I could touch him.

And I wanted to so badly. His neck, his lips, his jaw, the little wrinkle

between his brows—everything. I wanted to slip my fingers through his

raven hair and run them down his chest, all the way to his thick thighs.

I wanted Aaron to deliver his promise. I wanted him to kiss me.

Another brief touch of his lips, this time against mine. Soft, full, sweet,

just like honey running down my mouth. I wanted—no, I needed—more.

“Please, Aar—”

A door slamming shut somewhere in the apartment startled the plea out of

my lips. Aaron’s mouth pulled back from mine before I even properly tasted

him, my eyes falling back open.

I was welcomed by the image of a man on the brink of losing control. His

gaze was hazy, clouded by the same need that was pumping through my

bloodstream.

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