Chapter 134
Aria’s POV
“I just realized I forgot to ask-what would you like me to bring back from my trip?” Aiden asked, his voice low and intimate in the quiet of the doorway.
I paused, caught off guard. My first instinct was to say “nothing,” but then I
remembered how he had mentioned Lucas getting gifts for his girlfriend. This was another opportunity to solidify our supposed relationship.
“Mango candies,” I said after a moment’s thought. “If that’s okay p>
Aiden studied me, a slight smile playing at his lips. “You like them that much p>
I felt my cheeks warm with embarrassment. “I just… want to try different kinds.” “Alright,” he agreed, his voice soft.
Maybe it was my imagination, but that single word sounded tender and indulgent, as
if he found my request endearing. God, I was already falling for him without any
help.
That night, I dreamed of mangoes.
In my dream, Aiden returned from his trip, finding me waiting in the bedroom. He approached slowly, unwrapping a piece of mango candy and placing it between his lips.
“I brought what you asked for,” he murmured, pulling me close. His mouth descended on mine, our lips meeting as the sweet candy dissolved between us, the tropical flavor mixing with the taste of him.
His tongue pushed the candy into my mouth, following it to explore me thoroughly. I moaned as his hands slid down my back, gripping my hips and pulling me against him. The sweetness of the candy contrasted with the rough urgency of his touch as he backed me toward the bed.
“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.
“Yes,” I gasped as his hands pushed under my shirt, finding bare skin.
He laid me back on the bed, his body covering mine as he continued to kiss me deeply. The mango flavor lingered as his mouth traveled lower, leaving a trail of heat down my throat to my collarbone.
“More,” I begged as his fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“So beautiful,” he growled, lowering his head to take my nipple into his mouth.
I arched beneath him, feeling his hardness pressing against my core. His hand slid between my thighs, finding the wetness there as I writhed beneath him.
“Aiden,” I moaned as his fingers slipped inside me, his thumb circling that sensitive bundle of nerves.
He moved lower still, his mouth following where his fingers had been. I cried out as his tongue replaced his thumb, lapping at me with deliberate strokes that had me clutching at the sheets. The sweet taste of mango still lingered on his tongue as he pushed me toward the edge.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice dark with desire.
And I did, shattering beneath him as waves of pleasure crashed through me p>
The alarm jolted me awake.
I stared at the familiar ceiling of my bedroom, realizing it had all been a dream. Such
a vivid, intense dream that had left me breathless and aching.
I covered my face with my hands, my heart pounding wildly as I recalled that passionate kiss, the feet of his hands on my body, his mouth… everywhere. My body was still throbbing with unfulfilled desire.
My phone alarm continued to ring beside me. I reached over to silence it, then lay there for a moment, trying to collect myself before getting out of bed to shower and dress.
Aiden was leaving on his business trip, and as his “wife,” I naturally had to see him
off.
His flight was at nine, which meant
he needed to leave by seven. I’d set my alarm for six-two hours earlier than my
time usual wake-up time. By the time finished ed getting read. Couldn’t stop yawning.
ready
Aiden, by contrast, looked completely alert and well-rested. I had no idea what time he’d gone to bed.
“You’re up early,” he observed as I entered the kitchen.
“To see you off,” I replied through another yawn, my eyes watery from sleepiness.
We’d gotten up too early for the housekeeper to prepare breakfast, so Lucas had arranged for food to be delivered. Aiden hadn’t expected me to jom him, so there was only one serving. He pushed the bowl of
porridge toward me.
I waved it away. “No thanks. I’m going back to bed after you leave p>
Resting my chin in my hand, I looked at him through sleepy eyes. “It’s Valentine’s Day next week. Should we celebrate together p>
The question slipped out before my sleep-addled brain could filter it. I immediately regretted asking.
Aiden raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to p>
“That depends on you,” I mumbled, stifling another yawn.
He finished his breakfast quickly and, seeing my continuous yawning, suggested I go back to sleep.
I shook my head. “No way. You’re going to be gone for a week. What would Lucas think if I didn’t even see you off p>
Just then, the doorbell rang.
I perked up slightly. “That must be your car p>
Outside, Lucas and the driver were waiting. Aiden glanced at me once more, then
wheeled his suitcase to the entryway to change his shoes.
I followed him to the front door. Before getting into the car, Aiden turned to me. “Go back inside now p>
Lucas took the suitcase and placed it in the trunk.
I glanced at the driver, then at Lucas, hesitating briefly before stepping forward to hug Aiden. “Have a safe trip p>
The familiar woody scent of his cologne enveloped me, and I found myself reluctant
to let go. I inhaled deeply, surprised by how much I would miss him.
Not wanting to reveal these feelings, I quickly released him and waved. “See you in a week p>