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back against the cool surface behind me.
“Did you just stop the elevator, Mr. Blackford?” My voice sounded
breathless, not that I cared.
Aaron was fully aware of the power he held over me, and I wanted it that
way. Neither of us wanted a single unsaid thing between us. There had been
plenty of those in the past.
“Yes.” He brushed his lips along my jaw. “And we have three minutes to
get all those worries out of your head before the front desk is called.” His
mouth trailed down my neck, warm palms falling on my waist.
My lips parted. “Oh. Okay,” I murmured as he nibbled at the sensitive
skin. My blood started swirling, certain parts of my body demanding
attention. “I like how that sounds.”
“I made sure your dad would take his pills with him when I talked to him
on the phone before they left the house.” Aaron’s hands trailed up, reaching
the swells of my breasts. “Cristina is only bringing a few cuts of cured meat,”
he continued as his legs crowded mine. “It wasn’t easy, and I might have
promised a few things I shouldn’t have, but she compromised.”
A low chuckle left my mouth, but all humor died when his hips rocked
briefly against mine.
“Abuela will be fine; she’s tough as nails. Or don’t you remember how I
had to literally pluck her off that dance floor last Christmas?” He tugged at
the lobe of my ear with his teeth. “And Isabel’s pregnancy doesn’t put her at
risk; Gonzalo called the airline to ask. Twice.”
I whimpered, relishing in the sensation of feeling Aaron all around me—
his warmth, the strength of his body, his breath and voice falling on my skin
—but also in how deep his words and actions ran. How much love and
attention there was in them, in him.
“It’s crazy how much my family adores you,” I told him, grasping both
his arms with neglected need running through my body. “You are like a
Martín Whisperer. How did you manage to do that?”
“I thought that my success in convincing them about how serious I was
about you after we confessed the truth about our deal was pure luck, but I
might have a way with words when it comes to the Martíns,” he whispered
like it was his biggest secret. “With one particular Martín though, I want to
believe I have a way with more than just that.”
My hands trailed up his strong arms, passing across his rounded shoulders
and finally clasping behind his neck. “You do,” I murmured. “I adore you