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Insanity—that was what this was. What was pumping in my veins.
He kissed a path up my throat, veering for my ear, leaving little nips that
left my blood roaring. Thundering across my body.
My hands toured up his wide chest, reaching the nape of his neck. My
fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at it softly when he nibbled at the skin
below my earlobe. When he grazed his teeth over it, I pulled a little harder.
“Hold on to me, baby.” In a swift move, Aaron picked me up from the
floor, my legs going around him and my arms wrapping tighter around his
neck.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I worried about the fabric of the
dress, about it not being airy or thin enough so it’d let me feel him. Aaron. All
of him.
Every doubt fled my mind as he pushed against me once more. My back
came harder against the wall, and I could feel his length nestled between my
legs.
Hot—he was so hot and hard.
“That’s not enough. More,” I implored. I wanted more, more, more. I’d
shred the dress to pieces if I had to.
As he rocked his hips in one firm motion that made me see the stars, his
lips found mine again, muffling another of my moans.
“You are killing me, Catalina,” he said against my lips.
My hold on his neck tightened, trying to bring him even closer. More.
“I know,” he gritted out, and with another motion of his hips, he
positioned himself right against my crease, almost tipping me over the edge.
Aaron pressed himself against me, the heat of his hardness furiously seeping
through the layers of clothing between us.
“More,” I begged again. I wasn’t ashamed. I’d do it again. And again and
again.
“So demanding.” A husky chuckle caressed my lips. “If I snuck my hand
under your dress,” Aaron rasped against my mouth, rocking against me and
throbbing between my legs, “how wet would I find you, baby?”
He wouldn’t believe just how much. I didn’t think I’d ever been this
turned on, this aroused, this recklessly desperate for more.
Aaron grazed my lips with his, the touch barely enough to appease me.
“I’m not going to do that.” His voice was husky, bathed in the need I felt
washing over my body. “Not now.”
“Why?” I breathed out.