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Looking down, I caught a glimpse of a big and hefty hand trailing up my
stomach. We were lying on our sides, and judging by the silence around us,
the TV was no longer on. Aaron had probably turned it off as soon as I
drifted off.
Long fingers splayed along my front, reaching the underside of my
breasts. Shifting under the sensation traveling down my body, I burrowed
myself further into him.
A grunt fell in my neck. “It’s dark outside.”
My gaze traveled to the massive windows that faced the waterfront, as if I
had needed confirmation that night had fallen. “We fell asleep,” I said,
returning my eyes to those five fingers on my stomach, my toes already
curling with anticipation. “I thought you wanted us to fight jet lag together,
mister.”
“I did, for a while.” Aaron chuckled, and I felt the sound in my back. My
lips bent up as my mind pictured his beautiful face smiling. “But you are so
fucking soft, curled up against me.” His hand trailed up and then down, and
then I was pulled against him. “I couldn’t help myself. You made me lose
perspective.”
I turned in his embrace, rolling so I could face him. His hand fell on my
lower back, the change of positions making my mouth almost come into
contact with his neck. I looked up into his eyes.
“Excuse you. Are you putting this on me?”
“Never.” He tugged me closer again, our fronts flush together.
My eyes fluttered closed, and a content sigh left my lips. “Would you
take me to bed, Aaron Blackford?”
He never uttered his answer. Instead, he peeled himself off the sofa with
me in his arms. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I giggled at the sudden
enthusiasm. With long and quick strides, he carried me across his apartment,
passing the marble kitchen island and then making his way down the wide
and uncluttered hallway and straight into the master bedroom. His bedroom.
A shot of something sultry curled its way along my body. I was about to
sleep next to Aaron—in his bed, wrapped in his soft and lush linens, my head
on the plush pillows where his head had rested many times.
And just when I was ready to be dropped in that king-size mattress that
looked like a dream, I was carried into the en suite bathroom instead.
My eyes took in our reflection in the mirror, not expecting how much I
would love what I saw. Me, hands clasped behind his neck. Me, in his arms.