Fuck, but I want her.
“It feels right.” I kiss her nose. “I feel like we’re dreaming in the same direction.”
I rest my lips on hers, and her mouth opens. She lets me in.
I taste her slowly at first, like I’m sipping, but soon enough greed takes over. I want more. My hands mold her to me, and I devour.
When we part, we’re both breathing hard.
“This,” she whispers, “this is the best date I’ve ever been on.”
CHAPTER 29
Mia
Aiden says, “Stay,” when I tell him it’s time to leave. “Stay the night with me.”
Eight months have crawled by since Christmas Eve, six since I gave him divorce papers. As for how long it’s been since we made love? That number’s even blurrier. And a woman has needs….
“I….”
“We don’t…we don’t have to make love. I just want to sleep with you, hold you, be close.”
“Aiden.”
“Please.” He pulls me against him. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
“I want you,always,” I tell him honestly.
“Then let me just hold you for the night. Just that.”
“What if I want more?” I ask boldly.
His eyes shine. “Tell me what you want, baby.” His breath is warm against my ear.
My heart hammers in my chest.
After months of separationandtrying to convince myself that leaving him was the right thing to do, I am back in his arms as if those divorce papers never existed.
But this is not the man I left.
"I want you.” My voice is barely audible. "All of you."
Aiden's fingers trace the curve of my jaw, tilting my face up to his.
The familiar scent of his cologne wraps around me, bringing back a flood of memories—lazy Sunday mornings and passionate nights.
His gaze darkens as it holds mine, filled with a hunger that matches my own.
"Are you sure?”
He’s giving me control, and I love that about him.
Love him.
Instead of answering, I press my lips to his.
The kiss starts gently but quickly deepens. Months of longing pour into that single point of connection.
