Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 305

Aria's POV

Shutting my phone off quickly, I felt my face flush crimson. I'd barely managed to stammer a goodnight to Lillian before escaping our chat. The last thing I needed was her sending me one of those ridiculously explicit romance novels she's always raving about, especially tonight.

Just then, Aiden walked out of the bathroom, a single towel slung low around his hips. Droplets of water still clung to his chiseled chest, tracing glistening paths down the defined muscles of his abdomen before disappearing into the towel.

Heat crawled up my neck, then flared across my cheeks. I pressed my palms against my face, trying desperately to cool down my burning skin, as if that would somehow extinguish the thoughts swirling in my head.

"What's on Mrs. Carter's mind?" Aiden asked, his voice carrying that low, teasing tone he used so perfectly when he knew I was utterly flustered.

"N-nothing! Nothing at all," I stammered, painfully aware of how unconvincing I sounded.

God, I needed to stop letting Lillian's romance novels corrupt my innocent thoughts.

Aiden took another step, closing the distance between us. His chest, broad and muscular, was right there, a magnificent expanse of tanned skin and taut muscle. The heat from his body hit me like a wave, and my mind felt instantly fuzzy. My gaze, against my will, drifted downwards, tracing the subtle ripple of his abs, then lingering on the enticing curve beneath the towel. I swallowed hard, a dry click in my throat.

"I'm just hot," I managed to blurt out, my voice thin. "Yes, I'm fine. Nothing's wrong." I found my hand, seemingly of its own accord, reaching out. It pressed against the hard plane of his stomach, intending to gently push him back, to create some desperately needed space from this overwhelming temptation.

Instead of moving away, he leaned in closer, his strong body hovering just inches above mine. His eyes, dark and intense, held mine captive. "Or maybe I could help you cool off another way?"

His hands slid under my nightshirt, leaving trails of fire across my skin. When his fingers brushed against the sensitive underside of my breast, a soft gasp escaped into his mouth.

"Tell me what you want, Aria," he commanded, his voice a seductive growl that sent shivers racing down my spine.

"You," I managed to breathe out, my chest heaving. "I want you, Aiden."

That was all the encouragement he needed. In one fluid motion, he pulled my nightshirt over my head, casting it aside, leaving me exposed to his hungry, devouring gaze.

His mouth traced a burning path from my lips, down my jaw, along the sensitive curve of my neck, to my collarbone. Each kiss, each gentle bite, each suckle, sent waves of pure pleasure coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending. When his lips finally closed around my nipple, pulling, teasing, I arched off the bed with a guttural cry, my fingers fisting in his thick hair.

"God, you're responsive, Aria." he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with lust, his hands sliding down to cup and grip my hips, pulling me firmly against his growing hardness. He lifted me slightly, adjusting our bodies, and then, with a deep, possessive groan, he pushed inside me.

The stretch was intense, bordering on a delicious pain, but Aiden was patient, giving me all the time I needed to adjust to his impressive size. When he was fully seated inside me, filling me completely, he paused, his forehead pressed against mine, breathing heavily.

"You feel incredible," he whispered, his voice strained, raw with the effort of holding still, of maintaining his control.

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