Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 327

Aria's POV

After dinner, we retreated to the bedroom. Aiden stepped into the bathroom first. Listening to the sound of running water, I pictured his bare body and swallowed hard at the edge of the bed.

I could barely think straight when Aiden emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp, the dark silk pajamas clinging to every perfect line of his body. My gaze locked onto his throat, following the slow bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. God, even that simple motion sent a sharp, hot jolt straight through me.

I forced my gaze away, sitting up straighter as heat burned my cheeks. "That was quick," I said, striving for casualness.

"Mm-hmm," he hummed, his eyes drifting down to my neckline.

I'd showered earlier and worn nothing beneath this oversized sleep shirt. The way his dark, intense stare lingered made me suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed I was—how easily one glance could reveal everything.

"Tired?" he asked, his voice deeper, rougher than usual.

I shook my head. "It's only nine."

I didn’t realize what I’d just invited, I innocently asked, "Are you heading out? It's Sunday tomorrow. Going out tonight might be fun."

Instead of answering, Aiden moved toward me with that unhurried confidence of his, wrapping his arms around me. "Not going out."

He smelled incredible.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up into those dark eyes. "Oh. Are you tired then?"

He shook his head before lifting me effortlessly and positioning me on his lap as he sat on the bed. My breath caught immediately. In this position, there was no mistaking his hardness pressing against me through the thin fabric of his pajamas.

My face flushed hot. I tried shifting positions, but his grip was firm, and every movement just created more friction between us.

"Still uncomfortable?" he murmured against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

Confused, I looked at him. "I'm not uncomfortable."

His unwavering stare held mine for two seconds before I finally understood what he meant. My brain short-circuited, and I couldn't form words.

"Aiden, I'm thirsty," I managed, pushing weakly against his chest in a pathetic attempt to escape.

When I looked up again, the raw desire in his eyes made my stomach flip. I couldn't pretend I didn't understand anymore.

"Dinner's over, Aria," he said, his hand sliding slowly along my waist.

Memories of what happened there flooded back. My breathing quickened, my face burning so hot the blush spread down my neck and chest.

When his lips finally claimed mine, my heart pounded frantically against my ribs. Unlike the other night, I was completely sober now.

Aiden started with gentle kisses, soft and tentative, but they quickly grew deeper, more demanding. Somehow I felt more intoxicated now than I had from Claire's fruit tart.

In a dreamlike state, I felt my shirt being pushed up and over my head. I stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, suddenly unafraid of my nakedness.

"Still tired?" he asked, voice rough with desire.

My mind was already replaying vivid scenes from the previous night: our clothes scattered across the floor, my white panties thrown carelessly on top of his dark pajamas. The steamy bathroom mirror reflecting us as he held my waist under the shower spray.

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