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give me.” I needed him to inch closer, to eat the space between us and make
it disappear. To come on top of me until blurring the outlines of our bodies.
“It’s you I want.”
Never in my life had I imagined breathless words like mine would be the
key to something so powerful. A growl escaped Aaron’s body, his eyes
turning feral. Hunger like I had never witnessed—not even earlier, when we
had kissed—burrowed itself in Aaron’s features, giving way to a pained
expression.
“I’ll give you the world,” he said against my mouth. “The moon. The
fucking stars. Anything you ask, it’s yours. I’m yours.”
And then my world exploded. Aaron’s mouth was against mine, nothing
soft about the branding contact. He parted my lips, his tongue plunging
inside, while his hands slowly trailed up my back.
He pulled me to him, leaving my ass resting on the edge of the bed. My
legs went around his waist, a little too high to make the contact I craved the
most—that I knew would make me see those stars he had just promised me.
My head spun out of control, the feel of his strong body between my
thighs overwhelming, intoxicating, provoking. I wanted to stay right here
forever—with Aaron on his knees and my body wrapped around him. With
his lips against mine. His hands in my hair.
No. I wanted more than that, but I needed all these clothes to go away
first.
Aaron pulled me closer into his chest, making my body churn, looking for
the friction I ached for.
Without breaking the kiss or his hold on my body, he stood up on strong
legs, taking me up with him. Holding my legs around his waist, he positioned
me exactly where I was coming out of my skin for him to be, sending a twirl
of pleasure through every cell in my body at the maddening sensation of
having his hardness nestled between my thighs. The warmth of his hands on
my ass seeped through the clothing of my dress, the heat of his length
throbbing against my center. Hot, so hot that my skin burned.
In two strides, Aaron had me against the wall. He rocked against my
center, just once, and it ripped a pained whimper out of me.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he gritted out against my lips, his body
stiff and rocklike beneath my hands. “Tell me what’s okay for me to do.”
Pushing his hips into me to hold me against the wall and bringing to my
sight a starry sky of delirium, he dragged his hands up my sides. Stopping