“I’m admiring God’s greatest creation.” I let out a low whistle, stepping closer. “You’re beautiful, Minji.”
Her eyes drop—a rare bit of shyness from someone who’s usually so confident. I lift her chin with my finger, making her look at me.
“I need you to really hear this. Not just as the writer, or the guy who craves you. Me—the man who wants to be your future.” Maybe it’s too much, but I don’t care. “When I call you beautiful, I mean every part—your mind, your armor, and the softness you keep hidden.”
“You don’t have to sweet-talk me, Aaron. I’m going to let you sleep with me anyway. That’s why you’re in my bedroom.”
“I know that’s why I’m here,” my voice dropping as I close the gap. “But I want you to know why I’ll still be here when the sun comes up.”
I draw her in, her skin hot beneath my palms, her pulse wild. I lower my mouth until our breath mingles, lips barely apart.
“I want all of you, even the parts you’re too scared to show anyone.”
She tenses in my arms, that old tension coming back to her shoulders. “Aaron, don’t?—”
I silence her with a kiss, hands mapping the curves I’ve missed, each touch a rediscovery. I unfasten her bra, and she shivers as cool air grazes her skin. I cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing her nipples until they harden.
“We already discussed this over dinner, Counselor,” I whisper against her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. “To new beginnings.” I guide her backward until her legs hit the bed. “Lie down,” I tell her, my voice rough with desire.
She obeys, eyes heavy with want as I strip off my shirt. Her gaze devours me, lingering on bare skin. I shed my shoes and climb onto the bed, trailing kisses down her stomach.
I slide my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down her legs. She’s already wet, and the sight makes me ache. I want to take my time, to savor every inch of her, but Minji has never been one for slow and gentle.
I kiss up her inner thigh, feeling her tense with anticipation. When my mouth finds her center, she gasps and grabs my hair. I take my time, savoring her taste, letting her soft sounds drive me wild.
“Aaron,” she moans, her hips rising to meet my mouth.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that made her scream before. She tightens around me as I use my tongue and fingers, building her pleasure. I feel her getting close, her thighs shaking beside my head.
“Not yet.” I lick my lips, pulling back just before she reaches her peak.
Her eyes snap open, frustration written all over her face. “What are you doing?”
I rise, unfasten my belt, and shed my jeans and boxers. Crawling back between her thighs, I murmur, “I want to see you when you come this time.” I kiss her, letting her taste herself. “I want to watch your face when I’m inside you.”
She reaches down, wraps her hand around me, and guides me to her. “Patience,” I whisper against her skin. “We have all night, remember?”
“I have no patience left,” she gasps, gripping me, her body arching in need. Just days ago, she pretended I was invisible—now, her hunger is the most erotic change I’ve ever witnessed.
“Is this what you want?” I move her hands away and slowly run myself over her clit, teasing her without entering, just letting her squirm in anticipation. “You want to feel me stretch you again? Want to see how deep I can reach?”
Her hips buck, and her nails dig into me. “Aaron, if you make me beg?—”
“Oh, I’m gonna make you beg,” I growl. “I want you to remember how you sound when you’re desperate for me.”
She tries to glare, but another gasp breaks through as I push just the tip in, then pull back, then go a little deeper. “Fuck—” She squeezes her eyes shut, the word ripped from deep inside her.
I lean down, mouth at her pulse point, and freeze. Shit. I quickly pull out, and her eyes fly open. “I forgot to put on a condom.” I lean over the bed, reaching for my jeans on the floor to grab the condom, but of course, it’s stuck in a side pocket, and I have to dig for it. Minji lets out a half-laugh, half-sigh, pressing her forearm to her forehead. I want to remind her I won’t risk it, not after what she said back in college about birth control pillsgiving her migraines. I shrug and say, “You’ll survive thirty more seconds. I remember you said back in college that birth control pills gave you migraines. Is that still the case?”
“Wait, you remember that?”
“Of course I do. So, migraines or no?”
She nods. “I still get them.”
“Got it.” I free the condom from my pocket.
She doesn’t say anything else and just watches me, her hair fanning across her pillow, her stomach rising and falling, nipples beaded and flushed from where I left off. The sight makes my hands shake as I roll the protection down my length and settle myself between her thighs again.
