He released a shaky breath, his body tight with restraint. “Answer me, please.”
Aaron’s forehead came to rest against mine, and I watched his eyelashes hide that ocean I’d gladly drown in if he let me. Eyes closed, he inched closer, his lips almost coming against mine.
“Put me out of my misery, Catalina,” he gritted out, cupping the back of my head with trembling fingers.
My heart—my poor heart—lost it at the desperation in his voice. At the unfiltered need I heard.
“Real,” I finally breathed into his mouth. “This is real,” I repeated, needing to hear the words, feel the truth on my skin. “Kiss me, Aaron,” I told him breathlessly. “Prove to me that it is.”
A growl—a deliriously low growl—left Aaron’s mouth. And before I could even process how the sound had seeped deep, deep inside of me, right into the marrow of my bones, Aaron’s lips were on mine.
He kissed me—Aaron was kissing me—as if he had been starving for an eternity. Just like a beast meant to devour me. His hard body coming against mine, desperately seeking anything I’d give him.
Our lips opened, ravaging each other’s mouths, while his large palms roamed down my sides. Down, down, down they went, stopping below my waist. My hands flew to his chest, and I relished how hard it felt, how warm, how perfectly solid and just for me.
My heart drummed against the walls of my own chest, and a sound climbed up my throat when I felt Aaron’s heart do the same against my fingertips.
The noise only fueled Aaron to press into me with his hips. To reward me with a wild sound of his own. His hands gripped my waist, bringing me even closer to him, making me feel the heat of his hardness on my belly and punching another moan out of me.
Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, my mind seemed to chant as my body went on sensory overload.
His hands roamed over the fabric of my dress, coming around me, dragging down my back, all while his tongue danced against mine.
Another press of his hips against mine made my body spin out of control and sent more and more heat to pool between my thighs.
Aaron’s lips left mine, revealing he was breathing as violently as I was. Without wasting a moment, his mouth landed on the soft spot between my jaw and neck. Looking up at the dark sky, I bared my throat for him. Another whimper left me, carried away by the breeze coming from the sea.
“That sound,” Aaron breathed into my skin. “That sound is driving me goddamn insane.”
Insanity—that was what this was. What was pumping in my veins.
He kissed a path up my throat, veering for my ear, leaving little nips that left my blood roaring. Thundering across my body.
My hands toured up his wide chest, reaching the nape of his neck. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at it softly when he nibbled at the skin below my earlobe. When he grazed his teeth over it, I pulled a little harder.
“Hold on to me, baby.” In a swift move, Aaron picked me up from the floor, my legs going around him and my arms wrapping tighter around his neck.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I worried about the fabric of the dress, about it not being airy or thin enough so it’d let me feel him. Aaron. All of him.
Every doubt fled my mind as he pushed against me once more. My back came harder against the wall, and I could feel his length nestled between my legs.
Hot—he was so hot and hard.
“That’s not enough. More,” I implored. I wanted more, more, more. I’d shred the dress to pieces if I had to.
As he rocked his hips in one firm motion that made me see the stars, his lips found mine again, muffling another of my moans.
“You are killing me, Catalina,” he said against my lips.
My hold on his neck tightened, trying to bring him even closer. More.
“I know,” he gritted out, and with another motion of his hips, he positioned himself right against my crease, almost tipping me over the edge. Aaron pressed himself against me, the heat of his hardness furiously seeping through the layers of clothing between us.
“More,” I begged again. I wasn’t ashamed. I’d do it again. And again and again.
“So demanding.” A husky chuckle caressed my lips. “If I snuck my hand under your dress,” Aaron rasped against my mouth, rocking against me and throbbing between my legs, “how wet would I find you, baby?”
He wouldn’t believe just how much. I didn’t think I’d ever been this turned on, this aroused, this recklessly desperate for more.