Act Like You Love Me (Jessica) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Jessica’s POV

The evening wound down slowly.

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Aaron took the lead on bedtime stories, sitting on the edge of Adrian’s bed and reading about brave knights and fairytale lands.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching them. Seeing Aaron’s large hand resting gently on our son’s small shoulder made my chest ache with sweetness and adoration.

Eventually, Adrian’s breathing evened out, his stuffed dinosaur tucked under his arm.

We tiptoed out of the room together, closing the door with a soft careful click that left us standing in the dim light of the hallway.

The house settled into its quiet night sound.

I turned to head toward the master bedroom, but I only made it wo steps before Aaron’s hand caught my arm. I stopped, looking up at him.

The playful, gentle father who had just been doing character voies for a storybook was gone. In his place was the man who had just dismantled a dynasty to get back to me.

His eyes were dark, searching mine with a look that made the air in the hallway feel suddenly heavy.

“Finally,” he breathed, his voice a low murmur that sent a ripple of heat through me.

He didn’t wait for a response. He moved, pressing me back against the wall with a slow, deliberate intent.

His lips met mine, hungry and insistent, a silent demand for all the time we’d lost and all the fear we’d just endured.

I reached for him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer until there wasn’t a breath of space between us.

We stumbled toward the bedroom, our movements a tangle of limbs and heat.

His hands were everywhere-on my waist, grounding me, then buried in my hair as he tilted my head back to deepen the kiss.

The door shut with a solid thud, and he pressed me against it, his body warm and unyielding.

“Jess,” he whispered against my skin, trailing kisses down the sensitive line of my neck. His palms felt rough and real as they slipped under my tank top, tracing the curve of my waist and sending a spark through my entire frame.

I gasped, arching into him, my heart hammering a frantic beat against my ribs.

“Aaron… the door.”

He reached back and locked it without breaking contact, then lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him as we made our way to the bed.

Clothes were shed in the shadows-his shirt tossed aside, my top pulled over my head, and my shorts sliding down until there was nothing left between us but the night air.

When we hit the mattress, the cool sheets only lasted for a second before his skin was back against mine.

His mouth found my breast, his tongue circling and teeth grazing gently, drawing a broken moan from my lips as a slow

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