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for a moment that stretched and stretched until he cleared his throat and
resumed his work.
Turning to my other foot, he repeated the process, leaving the left stiletto
where the other one rested on the floor. He massaged my left heel, his
fingertips making their way up my ankle too. And only after he finished
kneading the muscles and tendons there, he spoke, “All set. Let’s get you out
of that dress, and you’ll be ready for bed.”
And that was what did it.
His unassuming words, the tenderness with which he had bared my feet
and the way he looked up at me from his position on the floor, as if his only
goal here was making sure I was cared for. All of it broke something inside
of me.
I swore I even heard the cracking sound, slicing the silence in the room in
two.
“No.”
His back straightened, his gaze rising until eye-level with me.
“Then, tell me.” His jaw hardened. “Tell me what you want.”
Instead of voicing it, I reached out and placed my hand on the nape of his
neck. I pulled, attempting to bring him closer. And Aaron let me, allowing
me to show him where I needed him. Our faces were mere inches away. My
memory of the taste of his lips was almost too powerful for me to resist him
any longer.
Still on his knees, Aaron inched closer. Placing his torso between my
thighs and his hands on each of my sides. Right next to my hips.
“What else?”
I could hear the need in his voice. I could almost taste it.
Unable to stop myself, my fingertips pulled at the strands of raven hair at
his neck. You, I told him with that tug, incapable to articulate a word.
“I need to hear you say it,” he breathed into my lips. Not closing the gap,
still not sealing it.
My other hand landed on his upper arm, and I noticed immediately how
those toned muscles bunched beneath the fabric of his shirt, constrained. As
if he was physically stopping himself from coming closer. My gaze traveled
down his arm, all the way to his hand, discovering he was fisting the
comforter right beside my hip.
“Tell me what you want,” he repeated, his voice almost breaking.
“You,” I rasped out, a dam breaking. “I want anything you’re willing to