Chapter 194
Aria’s POV
I stared at Aiden sitting on the couch, his eyes soft but inviting as he patted the space beside him.
“You look like you’re calling a puppy,” I said, staying put.
“Not a puppy.” His lips curved into that devastatingly handsome smile that always made my stomach flip.
I raised an eyebrow, finally moving toward him. As I approached, he chuckled low in his throat.
“More like calling a bunny p>
“Seriously?” I rolled my eyes, turning to leave. “I’m not an animal p>
Before I could take another step, Aiden moved with lightning speed. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his lap.
“Stay,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. “Just let me hold you for a while p>
Looking down at me with those dark eyes swimming with desire, he made it impossible to resist. Something about the way he said “stay” worked like magic on me. I relaxed against his chest, inhaling his familiar sandalwood cologne.
My hands itched to roam. I mean, My husband has amazing abs… who wouldn’t want to feel them? I wasn’t trying to start anything I was just curious. Okay, maybe more than curious.
My fingers twitched against his sides before I wrapped my arms around his waist. Even through his shirt, I could feel the firm muscles underneath. My heart hammered wildly as my hand slowly traveled from his back around to the front.
Through his shirt, I lightly brushed my fingers across his stomach, but couldn’t really feel what I wanted to. I shifted slightly to hide my intentions and let my fingers drift to the buttons of his shirt, toying with one.
“Still touching?” Aiden caught my wrist, his voice dropping an octave lower. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
“I’m not,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush. My eyes darted away from his knowing gaze.
I wasn’t touching! Just… accidentally making contact with his buttons.
Aiden twirled my wrist playfully. “Then what exactly was Mrs. Carter’s hand doing just now p>
“Just touching your button. That’s all p>
He studied me for a moment, his gaze intensifying. “If you want to touch me, just do it. I’m not stopping you p>
That only made it worse. “I wasn’t!” I protested, my voice rising.
I literally just touched his button!
“Alright, you weren’t,” he conceded, releasing my hand. But the smirk playing on his lips and the indulgent look in his eyes made it clear he didn’t believe me for a second.
His look sent heat rushing to my face. Fine. If he wanted to tease me, I’d call his bluff.
“So what if I want to touch my own husband?” I challenged. “Maybe I do want to touch you. Maybe I want to touch you everywhere p>
Aiden leaned forward, closing the distance between us in an instant. His face was so close I could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. My breathing quickened as his hands tightened on my lower back, pressing me against his hard chest.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded softly.
His hot breath enveloped me, that intoxicating sandalwood scent overwhelming my senses. I instinctively shut my eyes, and without sight, every touch felt magnified.
His lips captured mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly grew hungry. I felt myself melting against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring mine in a familiar dance that still managed to make my toes curl.
When he finally pulled back, his lips lingered on mine for a few more seconds before trailing kisses across my face. His warm breath danced across my forehead, nose, and cheeks before moving down to my neck.
A shiver raced down my spine as his mouth found that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. The wet heat of his tongue and gentle scrape of teeth sent waves of pleasure through me.
“Aiden I gasped, suddenly realizing where this was heading. I pushed weakly against his chest, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch.
He lifted his head, and what I saw made my core tighten with desire. His eyes were
dark pools of undisguised lust, staring at me with raw hunger.
“Bedroom or shower?” he growled against my throat, his hands already sliding under my shirt.
“Shower,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stood, carrying me effortlessly toward the bathroom.
Our lips never separated as he navigated the hallway, my back occasionally bumping against the wall as his control slipped. By the time we reached the bathroom, half my buttons were undone, and his shirt was completely open.
Aiden set me down on the marble counter, reaching behind me to turn on the shower. Steam quickly filled the room as his hands returned to my body, stripping away my clothes with practiced efficiency.
“Look at you,” he murmured, spinning me around to face the mirror above the sink. “So fucking beautiful p>
I watched our reflection-me nearly
naked, him standing behind me, still in his open shirt and pants. The contrast was erotic as hell. His
hands slid up my sides, cupping my
breasts as his lips found my neck,
again.
“I want you to watch,” he commanded, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “I want
you to see exactly what I do to you p>
A moan escaped me as his fingers pinched my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight between my legs. He pressed his erection against my ass, letting me feel how hard he was.
I reached back, running my hand through his hair as he continued his assault on my senses. When his hand slid lower, dipping between my thighs, I gasped at the contact.
“Already so wet for me,” he groaned, his fingers circling my clit with maddening precision.
The shower continued running, filling the bathroom with steam that fogged the edges of the mirror. But the center remained clear enough for me to watch as Aiden stripped off the rest of his clothes.
His body was a work of art-broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and those abs I’d been trying to touch earlier. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock, thick and hard and ready for me.
He guided me into the shower, the hot water cascading over our bodies as he pressed me against the cool tile wall. The contrast of temperatures made me gasp.
“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice rough with desire. “Hands on the wall p>
I complied, placing my palms flat against the tile. Aiden kicked my legs wider apart,
his hand sliding between them again to continue his delicious torture.
“Fuck, Aiden,” I moaned as his fingers pushed inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his free hand coming around to squeeze my breast. “Let me hear you p>
His fingers withdrew, and I whimpered at the loss until I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He teased me, sliding along my folds but not pushing in.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“You,” I gasped, pushing my hips back. “I want you inside me. Now p>
With a groan, he thrust forward, filling me completely in one smooth stroke. The stretch was exquisite, pulling a loud moan from my throat.
“Jesus, Aria,” he hissed, gripping my hips. “You feel so fucking good p>
He established a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving me higher. Water poured down our bodies as he fucked me against the shower wall, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and I twisted my head to see him watching me with fierce intensity. “Who makes you feel this good p>
“You,” I gasped between thrusts. “Only you, Aiden p>
He pulled out suddenly, spinning me around to face him. Before I could protest, he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pushed back inside me. “Hold onto me,” he growled, carrying me out of the shower, still connected. Water dripping everywhere, he carried me to the bathroom counter, setting me down
in front of the large mirror. I watched, mesmerized, as he resumed his thrusts, his eyes locked on our reflection.
“Watch,” he demanded again. “Watch what I do to you p>
And I did. I watched as he pounded
into me, my breasts bouncing with
each thrust. I watched his face
contort with pleasure, his muscles flexing as he drove into me again and again. I watched my own face, flushed and transformed by ecstasy.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, and I obeyed, my fingers finding my clit.
The dual stimulation quickly pushed me toward the edge. “Aiden, I’m close,” I warned, my inner walls beginning to tighten around him.
“Come for me, baby,” he encouraged, his rhythm becoming erratic as his own climax approached. “Let me feel you p>
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing around him as pleasure crashed through me. I cried out his name, my vision blurring at the edges. Aiden continued thrusting through my climax, drawing it out until I was trembling with oversensitivity. Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he stilled, buried deep inside me.
That’s when I felt it—a strange sensation that wasn’t quite right. I glanced down between us and froze.
“Shit,” I whispered, seeing the telltale smear of red on his stomach and my thighs. “Aiden, stop p>
He pulled back immediately, concern replacing desire on his face. “What’s wrong p>
I gestured wordlessly between us, mortification washing over me as I realized my period had started at the worst possible moment.
“Oh,” he said, his eyes widening slightly before his expression softened. “Hey, it’s okay. These things happen p>
Despite his reassurance, I couldn’t
help feeling embarrassed as he
helped me clean up, hist
gentle and matter-of-fact. The passion of the moment had evaporated, replaced by something. equally intimate but entirely different.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.