Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Those first two encounters were pretty awkward,” he admitted.
“They were. But this one doesn’t have to be.”
He stilled. “I just… I don’t want to push you or make you uncomfortable. Just because you agreed to stay in my bed doesn’t mean—”
I reached out and put my index finger over his lips, stopping his words. “It means I want to be here with you. And that I want to spend the whole night with you. I trust you. I know you would never make me do anything I didn’t want to.”
“I’m glad.” He reached out, his hand trailing along my upper arm.
“I’m here because I want to be,” I said again. “So you don’t have to… I mean…”
His fingers trailed down the rest of my arm, and he caught my hand, squeezing it.
“You can tell me anything, Mia.” His voice was low and soft.
“You don’t have to hold back,” I said in a rush. My face heated, and I hoped he couldn’t see that in the low light. “I mean, I like that you’re kind and polite and a good friend, but you don’t always have to be a gentleman.”
“In bed, you mean,” he supplied, not sounding offended.
“Yes. Thank you for stopping my babbling.”
He sighed. “I want to touch you. And kiss you. I want to make you feel good. But you just have to promise me—if something’s not right, if you want to stop, you’ll tell me instantly.”
“I promise. But maybe you could agree that if I don’t tell you that—if I’m touching you and kissing you back, please don’t stop on my account. Because I don’t want you to. Unless you want to, I mean.”
Aaron sighed, laughing slightly. “We’re worse at talking about consent than Diego was at the welcome meeting.”
“Yeah, probably. But I think we’re on the same page. And… we’re in the same bed.” That fact made me more excited than nervous now.
“I’m glad we are.” He reached up and gently tucked a stray curl behind my ear. “May I kiss you now?”
His question stole my breath. I wanted that so much. “Yes.”
His hand cradled the side of my face, and then his lips met mine—soft at first, like a whisper. I leaned into him, my fingers curling lightly at his waist. The kiss was soft at first. Unhurried. Then it deepened, still gentle but more sure now. His slid around me, pulling me closer until there was almost no space between us.
His hand moved to my hip, resting there. He didn’t rush anything, he just held me. My satin top shifted as I moved, the cool fabric brushing against his bare skin.
Hoping it was all right with him, I placed my hand against the wall of his chest. His heart beat steadily, if perhaps a bit fast, under my palm.
When his hand slipped to my waist and paused there, his eyes searched mine—checking. Waiting.
I didn’t look away.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, his fingers tracing the hem of my cami where it met my skin.
“Yes,” I breathed, the word barely audible even in the quiet of the room.
His warm palm slid beneath the little satin top, coming to rest on my bare stomach. The contact sent a shiver through me, and I arched slightly into his touch. His fingers splayed across my skin, thumb tracing small circles just below my ribs.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured against my lips before kissing me again, deeper this time.
I ran my hands over his shoulders, marveling at the firm muscle beneath smooth skin. He felt so solid, so real under my touch. When his hand inched higher beneath my top, my breath caught.
“Still okay?” he asked, his voice husky and strained.
I nodded, then realized he might not see clearly in the dim light. “Very much so,” I whispered.
He cupped my breast, and I gasped softly at the sensation. It felt entirely different now that it was his bare skin against mine. When his thumb brushed across my nipple, I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped me. He smiled against my lips, then rolled my sensitive nipple between his fingers. Pleasure spiraled through me, making me press closer to him.
“You’re beautiful, Mia,” he said, his mouth moving to my neck, placing gentle kisses along my throat.
I explored his chest with tentative touches, tracing the contours of his pectorals, the ridges of his abs. His skin was hot beneath my fingertips, and I could feel his muscles tense and relax with each breath.
“That soft touch… it feels so damn good,” he whispered, his hand moving to my other breast, giving it the same attention.
Almost instinctively, I hooked my leg over his, drawing him closer. The thin fabric of my shorts and his pajama pants did little to hide how much he wanted me. His erection pressed against my thigh, making my heart race faster.