We spend the drive talking, he shares stories about his last signing event, and I listen with awe. I could never pursue a career like Aaron’s. Romance still feels off-limits to me, which seems odd given that South Korea is very much a couple-centric culture and I’ve spent most of my post-college adult years feeling emotionally guarded.
With Aaron, all my feelings emerge openly, as if my entire body is a freshly peeled nerve—it’s almost overwhelming. He asks about what I’m reading, which shows I’m binge-watching. He simply wants to know whatever I’m willing to share, whether ridiculous or not. For Aaron, it’s not about fitting into the ‘perfect couple’ image or being anyone’s trophy. He just shows up, asks questions that make me want to answer, and pays genuine attention.
We arriveat the Fairmount Hotel, and my only thought is sex, specifically with Aaron. The suite is bright, airy, and filled with little luxuries I rarely indulge in—a marble-tiled bathroom, a large sleigh bed, and windows offering a view of the city. I want to soak it all in, but my body seems to be on a collision course with his, and I can’t seem to stop it. The door barely closes before he’s in my arms again, pushing me backward through the room until my knees hit the side of the bed.
“I thought you wanted to be a gentleman?”
He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, tilting my chin up. “I can be a gentleman who makes you come first,” he says, looking pleased with himself. “I’ve been thinking about you drenching my face all week.”
My insides liquefy on cue, and then he’s kissing me, slowly like he’s tasting something unknown and precious. If this is his ‘worst literary tendency’, I finally get why women buy so many romance novels.
“We can take it slow, you know,” he reminds me, but his hands are already sliding under my dress, running feather-light up my thigh. “I don’t want to rush anything or make you uncomfortable.”
I do like that he’s always worried about how I feel, but sometimes I think he does it because he’s unsure around me. I don’t think my recent actions should lead him to think I would up and leave if he does something wrong. Buuuut, then again, I did leave him in college, when he did nothing wrong but just existed and made me happy.
“Aaron, we are okay. Don’t worry… If anything, if I want this to stop, I’ll tell you. You would tell me just enjoy the moment and stop overthinking… so, please.”
“Are you sure…” I drowned him out because I didn’t come all this way to chit-chat, and he knows that.
“I’m positive now, stop talking.”
I pounce on him. I don’t have time for games, and he understands that. He doesn’t flinch; instead, his grin grows more mischievous as he allows himself to be pulled onto the bed, drawing me underneath him. His mouth seizes mine in a fierce, all-consuming kiss as his hands slide up my dress, gathering the fabric at my waist. He breaks from my lips only to trace a path along my jaw and down my neck, making my toes curl. Tomorrow, I’ll have to wear my hair down to hide what’s sure to be obvious about what took place tonight.
“I need this dress gone,” I whisper against his ear.
He pulls back just enough to watch me, a low sound of appreciation in his throat, but his hands remain frustratingly still. I take matters into my own hands, shimmying out of the dress and unhooking my bra.
“Not the thong,” he groans. “Let me have the pleasure of taking that off.”
CHAPTER 27
MINJI
Aaron’s kissesget hotter as he moves down my body, making my skin tingle everywhere his lips touch. When he settles between my legs, his breath against my thong makes me grip the sheets just to keep myself steady. My breathing turns shallow, and my heartbeat is so loud it drowns out everything else.
“Please,” I whisper.
He freezes, his eyes finding mine from between my thighs. “I want to hear that again.”
“Please,” I breathe, my fingers threading through his curls, drawing him closer.
He grins as he hooks his fingers in my underwear and slowly pulls it down my legs. “My sweet Honeybee is always so wet for me,” he murmurs. His tongue flicks out, making my body arch on its own. “If we didn’t have jobs, I’d spend all day and night eating this pretty pussy.”
Words form and dissolve on my tongue when his tongue circles my clit with a skill that can only come from a man truly knowing his woman’s body.
I grab his hair, his soft curls wrapping around my fingers. He makes a sound against me, and the vibration shoots through my body. When he slides three fingers inside me and keeps workinghis mouth, I completely lose control. I cry out his name as I come, my thighs shaking against his shoulders. He pulls back, takes off the rest of his clothes, and looks into my eyes as he moves between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my clit.
“The need to fuck you into oblivion is at an all-time high.” He nips at my ear, his voice rough with restraint. “But I want to savor this. Savor you.”
My hands glide down the taut lines of his back, feeling the storm of restraint in every muscle as he hovers above me. The tip of his erection teases, barely brushing, and I’m so raw from his mouth that even this featherlight touch rips a gasp from my lips.
“Aaron,” I breathe, lifting my hips to meet him. “Stop teasing me.”
“Patience, baby.”
“I’ve been patient for weeks.” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for weeks. Imagine how you’d feel inside me again. Please do your worst to me now. You can savor me later.”
Who knew I had a way with words? Words that could send this man into a wild state. That’s the expression in his eyes now—he appears to be a predator, and I am hiswillingprey. When he finally enters me, everything else disappears. All I can feel is him—the fullness, the perfect friction as he starts to move. He rests his forehead against mine, and our breaths mix together.
