Chapter 277
Aria’s POV
Aiden leaned down and captured my lips again, his kiss deeper and more thorough this time. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth, coaxing me to open for him as his hands cradled my face. I instinctively clutched the sides of his shirt, tilting my head back to receive his lingering attention.
By the time we broke apart, my head was spinning. The morning kiss had left me completely dazed.
As I walked downstairs, my cheeks still burned hot. The front door opened, letting in the cool morning breeze that helped clear my foggy mind.
Aiden had already changed into his shoes. He pulled me into a quick embrace and kissed my forehead. “I’ll take you somewhere special tonight,” he murmured against my skin.
“Where are we going?” I asked, curiosity instantly piqued.
Aiden looked at me with that mischievous half-smile that always made my stomach flutter. “You’ll find out tonight p>
I blinked, realizing how playful he’d become lately. “Fine,” I conceded.
He released me with obvious reluctance. “Go have breakfast p>
“Mmhmm p>
I nodded, watching his broad shoulders disappear around the corner before closing the front door and heading to the dining room for breakfast.
Nanny had already set out my meal. The coffee had cooled to the perfect drinking temperature after sitting for a few minutes.
After breakfast, I went straight to the music room. Just as I was about to start practicing, I got a call from the singer Julian had recommended yesterday.
After a brief conversation, I accepted the simple freelance job. The recording was scheduled for next week and would only take half a day to complete.
The pay wasn’t as much as what Julian offered, but it was still generous. Making thirty thousand for half a day’s work was nothing to complain about.
After all, I was saving up to buy my husband a special gift!
Starting my morning with a new gig put me in a wonderful mood, and even my piano practice felt more inspired than usual.
I practiced for six hours straight. At four in the afternoon, I sent Aiden a quick
message before changing into my swimsuit to go swimming.
I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination, but since the accident, I’d been exercising
less, and my abs were starting to lose definition.
At lunch, I’d asked Aiden if we would eat at home or go out tonight, since he mentioned taking me somewhere. When he said we’d eat at home, I didn’t ask Nanny to take the evening off.
And since dinner would be at home, I felt comfortable changing into my swimsuit for a swim.
My plan was perfect: I’d start swimming at four, spend about an hour in the pool, get out around five to rest a bit, then shower and wait for Aiden to come home from work.
What I hadn’t expected was Aiden coming home before his usual time.
When I spotted him suddenly standing by the pool, I lifted my head from the water, my heart racing instantly.
“You’re home early today,” I called out.
“I heard you’ve been swimming for an hour already. Don’t you want to take a
break?” he asked, bending down and extending his hand to me, clearly intending to help me out.
I automatically placed my hand in his, and as my fingers touched his palm, I suddenly remembered a description from a novel I’d read recently:
“His crisp white shirt slightly damp, thin beads of sweat seeping through the fabric, highlighting his already perfect physique with even more intensity p>
Looking up at him, an idea formed in my mind. “You look hot. Want to cool down in here with me p>
I wanted to see how his shirt would look when wet.
Aiden chuckled softly. “Whatever Mrs. Carter wants p>
Then he suddenly let go of my hand, and I dropped back into the water without his support. Before I could react, water splashed onto my face as Aiden dove in beside me.
I watched in fascination as he submerged completely, his black dress shirt instantly clinging to his body when he resurfaced. The wet fabric molded to his torso, revealing every defined muscle beneath. The sight was somehow more provocative than if he’d been completely naked.
He smiled, gently pulling me through the water and into his arms. I collided with his chest, feeling his warmth even through the coolness of the pool.
Aiden looked at my shoulders glistening under the water, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He lowered his head, his breath tantalizingly close as he murmured, “Am I still hot p>
Hotter than ever.
His breath felt like the heat from burning embers, scorching and intense. Even surrounded by cool water, I felt like I was melting.
I couldn’t take it anymore and tried to turn away, but Aiden wouldn’t let me escape so easily. The fabric of his shirt, clingy when first wet, had become uncomfortably heavy with water. He clearly wanted to remove it.
And that’s exactly what he did – one arm holding me close while his other hand worked on unfastening the buttons of his shirt.
“What did you have in mind when you invited me in?” he asked with a seductive smile, his voice low and teasing.
This perfectly groomed businessman was now soaking in the pool, his usually meticulously styled hair slightly disheveled from the water, giving him a deliciously untamed look.
As he continued unbuttoning his shirt while gazing at me, his refined demeanor gave way to something far more primal.
My heart raced wildly, and I reflexively reached out to stop his hand. “I read a novel the other day,” I admitted.
Aiden glanced at my hand covering his, his eyebrow arching suggestively. “Pool sex?” he asked bluntly.
I didn’t deny it. The truth was, the scene had been playing in my imagination since I’d read it.
The hunger in his eyes intensified as he released the final button on his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders with a fluid motion that sent ripples through the water around us. His bare chest gleamed wet in the afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows, bronzed skin stretched over perfect muscle definition.
“You continue to surprise me,” he murmured, closing the distance between us.
My swimsuit suddenly felt like too much of a barrier. As if reading my mind, Aiden’s fingers found the straps at my shoulders, slowly sliding them down. The cool air hit my exposed skin, making my nipples harden instantly.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, eyes darkening as he took in the sight of me. My body responded immediately to his gaze, a familiar heat pooling between my thighs despite the coolness of the water. I reached for him, running my hands over his slick chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath my palm.
“I want you,” I whispered, all pretense gone. “Right here p>
He didn’t need further invitation. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding. The taste of chlorine mingled with his unique flavor as his tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me completely. I moaned into his mouth, pressing my bare breasts against his chest.
His hands moved down my body, skimming my waist before gripping my thighs and lifting me effortlessly in the water. I wrapped my legs around his hips, gasping as I felt his hardness press against my core through the thin fabric of my swimsuit bottom and his soaked pants.
“These need to go,” he growled, fingers hooking into the elastic at my hips.
With a nod of consent, I unwrapped my legs just enough to let him slide the fabric down. The sensation of the water directly against my most intimate parts made me gasp again. Aiden’s eyes never left mine as he unfastened his pants beneath the water, pushing them down along with his underwear.
He guided us to the pool’s edge, positioning me so my back rested against the tiled
wall. The contrast of the cool tiles against my heated skin sent shivers down my
spine.
“Hold onto me,” he instructed, his voice rough with desire.
I circled my arms around his neck as he positioned himself at my entrance. The buoyancy of the water made everything feel weightless, surreal. When he pushed inside me with one smooth thrust, I cried out, the sound echoing in the vast space of the indoor pool.
“God, Aria,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You feel incredible p>
The water created a unique
sensation around us as he began to
move, slow and deliberate at first.
Each thrust sent small waves rippling outward from our bodies. I tightened my legs around his warst changing the angle slightly, and gasped as he hit that perfect spot deep inside me.
“There,” I moaned, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Right there, Aiden p>
He increased his pace, one hand gripping the edge of the pool for leverage while the other cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipple in rhythm with his thrusts. The dual stimulation had me spiraling toward release embarrassingly quickly.
“Don’t hold back,” he urged, his voice strained as he fought for his own control. “Let me hear you p>
His next thrust went deeper, and I couldn’t have held back if I tried. A loud moan escaped my lips, echoing off the water’s surface. “Aiden, yes… oh god p>
The combination of the cool water splashing between us, the heat of his body against mine, and the fullness of him inside me was overwhelming. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, building higher and higher. “You’re close,” he observed, his knowing smile turning wicked. “I can feel you tightening around me p>
He shifted slightly, changing the angle again, and suddenly every stroke hit exactly where I needed it most. My breathing turned erratic, my moans no longer coherent words but desperate sounds of pleasure.
His own control slipping as his movements became more urgent.
The tension inside me snapped, pleasure exploding outward from my core as I cried out his name. My inner walls clenched around him rhythmically as waves of ecstasy washed over me, more intense than the water surrounding us.
Aiden groaned deeply, his rhythm faltering as he followed me over the edge, pulsing inside me as he buried his face in my neck, breathing my name like a prayer.