Chapter Thirty-Two #2
“Yeah. Just grabbing something sweet.”
I head into the kitchen, open the cupboard, and scan the shelves until I spot a block of chocolate. Perfect. I grab it, close the door, and turn…
Jumping when I find Aston standing right behind me, smirking.
“Jesus, you scared me! Don’t sneak up on a woman after she’s been watching horror movies,” I say, pressing a hand to my chest.
Aston chuckles as he steps closer, his gaze locking onto mine, heat flaring instantly beneath my skin. He takes the chocolate from my hand and sets it on the counter.
“I think I can give you something sweeter than that,” he says.
My knees weaken at the low, controlled tone of his voice. My pulse spikes, breath catching as I take him in. I know what he wants, and right now, I want it too, a hell of a lot more than chocolate.
“I don’t think they’ll miss us, do you?” he murmurs, resting his forehead against mine.
I shake my head, smiling.
He steps back, takes my hand, and leads me from the kitchen. A flicker of nerves hits me out of nowhere. It feels like the first time again, my heart pounding hard enough to make me breathless.
Aston glances back at me as we pass the living room. No one even notices we’re gone. I stifle a laugh as he picks up the pace.
We hit the stairs, racing up them like idiots, laughing under our breath until we reach my room. He pulls me in, spinning me to face him before crashing his lips against mine.
The kiss is immediate and possessive.
He backs me into the door with purpose, not rough, but firm enough to make my breath hitch.
My mouth opens for him without hesitation.
My hands slide up his arms, into his hair, gripping.
His thigh presses between my legs, parting them, fitting exactly where I need him.
A soft moan escapes into his mouth as heat coils low and tight, pulsing insistently.
He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jaw, down my neck, while his thigh shifts against me with deliberate pressure.
I tug his hair, needing more. He comes back up, taking my mouth again, deeper this time.
I feel his cock, hard, solid, against my leg, and it only fuels the ache building inside me.
His hand moves over my breast, firm and sure, while his body keeps me pinned in place. Every touch is intentional, controlled, like he knows exactly what he’s doing… and exactly what it’s doing to me.
I reach behind me, fumbling for the handle, pushing the door open as I stumble back. Aston catches me instantly, steadying me before I can fall. He kicks the door shut behind us and comes straight back in, reclaiming my mouth.
My heart races, that nervous energy shifting into something sharper.
This feels different.
Better.
He pulls my shirt over my head, no hesitation. I do the same to his, my eyes dropping to his strong, defined chest. That sharp V dipping beneath his waistband makes my stomach tighten with need.
He steps in again, guiding me back toward the bed. Bare feet sink into the soft carpet as I move, every nerve in my body lit up. His hands grip my hips as he lowers to his knees.
I look down at him, my breath catching while Aston takes his time.
His hands slide up my legs, slow and deliberate, until they reach the waistband of my jeans. He undoes them with practiced ease, his eyes flicking up to mine before leaning in, pressing a kiss to my stomach.
My breath stutters, then he drags my jeans and panties down together. I step out of them, watching him as he presses kisses along my leg, his hands following, grounding, steady. Every touch sends a ripple through me.
I thread my fingers into his hair as his mouth moves higher, closer, anticipation tightening low in my belly.
Aston parts my legs, guiding me without asking, and I let him.
His mouth brushes where I need him most, and my head tips back instantly, a sharp breath leaving me. He doesn’t rush.
That’s what undoes me.
His tongue drags slowly, testing, learning, before his hand joins in, a single finger pressing inside me. I gasp, my body tightening around the sensation.
Then his mouth finds my clit…
And I’m gone.
A moan spills from me as he sets a rhythm, steady and precise. His finger moves with it, then another joins, stretching, filling, steadily building the pressure.
My knees weaken, and he knows.
He always knows.
He shifts, one hand pressing gently to my stomach, guiding me back onto the bed. I fall onto the mattress, breathing unevenly, my legs hanging over the edge as he positions himself between them.
No hesitation now.
His fingers move deeper, faster. His mouth follows, relentless in its focus.
I grip his hair, holding on as the tension coils tighter, hotter. Every nerve feels like it’s on fire.
“I’m close, Ast,” I manage.
That’s all it takes.
His pace changes, stronger, sharper, pushing me right to the edge. My back arches, my toes curling as everything inside me tightens, building, building…
Then it hits.
Hard.
My body flames with heat, flashes of light blasting behind my eyes as goose bumps pebble across my skin.
My entire body shudders as the release tears through me, my voice breaking on his name as I come apart beneath him.
My breathing is rushed and harsh while the waves roll over me as the pleasure subsides.
It takes a moment to come back down.
Aston eases up, pressing a trail of kisses along my thigh before moving over me. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Annie Slade,” he murmurs, his voice rough now, edged with satisfaction. He dips his head, teasing my nipple with a soft bite that makes me laugh breathlessly.
“Holy shit, Aston… that was unreal,” I whisper.
He smirks, settling his weight over me, eyes dark with intent. “You think that was good?” he murmurs. “Just you wait.”
I meet his gaze, my pulse kicking all over again.
Yeah… I’m definitely not ready for what comes next.