Chapter 182
Aria’s POV
Aiden parked the car in our garage, the engine falling silent as he turned the key. Before I could even reach for my door handle, he was there, opening it for me. His strong arms slid under my thighs and around my back, lifting me effortlessly against his chest.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear that sent shivers down my spine.
My eyelashes fluttered as I gazed up at him, feeling weightless in his arms as he carried me through the house and straight upstairs to our master bedroom. My heart hammered wildly in my chest-God, he looked devastatingly handsome tonight, the shadows playing across his sharp features, highlighting the intensity in his eyes. “Something wrong?” Aiden asked, noticing my stare, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“My throat’s parched,” I replied, suddenly needing space to collect myself. My body was already responding to his proximity, and I needed a moment to breathe. “I’m going to grab some water downstairs p>
I slipped out of his grasp and practically fled down the stairs, feeling his eyes tracking my every move. Once in the kitchen, I gulped down a glass of cold water, leaning against the marble island countertop, trying to calm the heat building inside
me.
Within minutes, Aiden’s footsteps sounded on the stairs.
“Still want to finish movie night?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe, his sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms.
“Yes!” I nodded eagerly, perhaps too enthusiastically. Watching movies seemed safer than the alternative that had been dancing through my mind all evening.
“Come on then,” he said with a knowing smile that suggested he could read my thoughts. “It’s not that late p>
It was actually pretty late-normally I’d be getting ready for bed by now-but I followed him down to the home theater in the basement, my body hyperaware of his every movement. Aiden pulled out a collection of films, spreading them across the coffee table.
“You choose,” he said, his fingers brushing mine deliberately. “I’ll grab some fruit for us p>
“Thanks for going to all this trouble p>
“For you?” His smile deepened, eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that always made my heart skip. “It’s never trouble p>
As he disappeared upstairs, I sank into the plush leather couch, trying to focus on the movie titles rather than the lingering warmth of his touch.
When Aiden returned with a plate of fresh berries and sliced peaches, he settled beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. The movie started, but I couldn’t concentrate on the plot. Every accidental brush of his hand against mine sent electricity coursing through me.
Halfway through the film, I felt his fingers trace lazy patterns on my thigh. I turned to find his eyes on me, not the screen, dark with desire.
“You haven’t heard a word of this movie, have you?” he whispered, leaning closer.
I shook my head, mesmerized by the heat in his gaze. “Not a single line p>
His lips found mine, soft at first, then increasingly urgent. My body responded instantly, melting against him as his tongue slipped between my lips tasting faintly of the berries we’d shared. His hands slid under my blouse, warm against my skin, making me gasp against his mouth.
“I’ve been thinking about touching you all evening,” Aiden confessed, his voice
rough with need as he trailed kisses down my neck.
I reached for the buttons of his shirt, my fingers trembling slightly as I worked them
open. “Show me,” I breathed, running my palms over his exposed chest.
He groaned, pulling me onto his lap so I straddled him, my dress riding up my thighs. “Like this?” he asked, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric, thumbs circling my hardening nipples.
“Yes,” I moaned, grinding down against the growing hardness beneath me. “God, yes p>
His hands moved to my back, unzipping my dress with practiced ease, letting it fall forward to expose my black lace bra. The cool air
against my heated skin
made me Shiver as he lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth through the lače, making me arch and cry out.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, reaching behind to unhook my bra. “Every inch of you drives me crazy p>
I fumbled with his belt, desperate to feel him. As the leather came free, I slid my hand inside his pants, wrapping my fingers around his thick length. Aiden’s head fell back, a deep groan escaping his throat.
“Need you,” I whispered, stroking him slowly. “Now p>
In one fluid motion, he lifted me, laying me back on the couch and hovering over
me. His hands slid up my thighs, hooking into my panties and pulling them down my
legs.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he commanded softly.
I complied eagerly, watching as he
positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes drinking in the sight of me. He lowered his head, his tongue finding my center with devastating precision. My back arched off the couch as pleasure shot through me.
“Aiden,” I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair, holding him against me as
his tongue circled and flicked over my most sensitive spot.
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right as his mouth continued its sweet torture. My hips bucked against his face as tension built low in my belly, coiling tighter with each stroke of his tongue.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice vibrating against me. “Let go for me, Aria.” When he sucked hard on my clit, the orgasm crashed through me without warning. I cried out his name, my thighs trembling around his head as waves of pleasure washed over me.
Before I could catch my breath, Aiden was positioning himself at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against me. He entered me with one deep thrust that had us both moaning.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, setting a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward to meet mine. “So tight around me p>