Act Like You Love Me (Jessica) novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166

Jessica’s POV

Finally, we made it to the suite,

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The room was a masterclass in anticipation-bathed in a deep, crimson light from the soft-hued lamps, with rose petals scattered like drops of blood across the white linens.

The bed was draped in dark silk that shimmered under the low light, looking more like a throne than a place to sleep.

Aaron had planned this perfectly. Every detail, from the scent of expensive sandalwood in the air to the deliberate shadows in the corners of the room, was designed to pull me in.

I looked at him, my mind swirling with a thousand questions, b they were all drowned out by the absolute anticipation thrumming through my veins.

I was breathless, my heart acting like a caged bird against my ribs

“I told you I wanted something special tonight,” he murmured, s voice a dark rumble that seemed to reverberate through the very floorboards beneath my feet.

He didn’t move toward me yet; he just stood there, letting the magnitude of his gaze settle over me.

I felt exposed, even fully dressed, as if he could see every secret thought I’d ever had about him.

Before I could find my voice, he crossed the distance in two long predatory strides.

His mouth crashed against mine with a rough, desperate hunger that told me his patience had officially run out.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were twin pools of dark fire

He didn’t say a word. He just pointed to a small, black box sitting on the edge of the dresser.

“I want you in those,” he whispered, his thumb dragging across my bottom lip, pulling at the skin.

My breath hitched, and I could feel my body reacting instantly, a heavy, wet heat pooling between my thighs.

I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I grabbed the box and retreated into the walk-in closet.

Inside was a set of red lace lingerie, a scalloped bodysuit with daring cut-outs and silk ribbons that left very little to the imagination.

I stepped into it, the fine fabric cool and featherlight against me

I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. I looked like a woman who was ready to be taken.

When I stepped back into the room, Aaron was waiting. He had fully shed his clothes, standing at the head of the bed in nothing but his boxers.

The soft, crimson light of the room played across his frame, highlighting a physique that looked as though it had been carved out of granite; all hard lines and powerful, lean muscle.

“On the bed,” he commanded. His voice wasn’t loud, but it held gravity that made my knees weak.

I did as I was told. I moved to the center of the mattress, reclining seductively against the pillows.

I purposefully fanned my hair out across the white linens, a dark contrast to the pale fabric, and kept my eyes locked on his.

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Chapter 166

I wanted him to see exactly what he was doing to me.

He reached for the nightstand, picking up a single dark rose.

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He placed the stem between his teeth, the deep red of the petals matching the intensity in his gaze.

Then, he began a slow, predatory prowl toward me. He didn’t rush. He took his time, each step unrushed, his eyes never leaving mine for even a second.

With every inch he gained, my pulse climbed higher. I could feel the heat radiating from him before he even touched me.

My heart rate increased until it was a steady drumming in my ears, echoing the heavy rhythm of his footsteps on the carpet.

When he finally reached the edge of the bed, he didn’t climb on immediately. He hovered over me, his presence looming large and magnificent.

He tilted his head, letting the rose fall from his mouth; it landed softly against the swell of my breast, the velvet petals a cool brush against my heated skin.

“You look like a goddamn masterpiece, Jess,” he murmured, his voice a dark rumble. “And tonight, I’m going to take my time with every single inch of you.”

He began to trace the pad of his finger up my thigh, a slow, agonizingly light trail of fire that stopped just at the edge of my silk slip.

“I want to hear you moan my name, the way you do all those nights with your vibrator,” Aaron whispered, his voice a dark rumble that sent electric shocks straight to my cunt.”

The pad of his fingers traced a slow, teasing line up my hip until it rested on the thin hem of my thong.

My eyes flew open wide, nearly popping out of their sockets.

“Y-you heard me?” I stammered, my throat suddenly parched, dier than the endless dunes of the Sahara.

My heart hammered wildly in my chest, a frantic rhythm that any music producer would kill to sample for the next Billboard smash-boom-boom-boom.

His lips twisted into that infuriatingly sexy smirk, the one that always spelled trouble, and he leaned in closer, our mouths hovering a breath apart.

“You weren’t exactly discreet, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

“I heard every damn thing. ‘Yes, Aaron… like that, Aaron…’ while ou were lost in your own world. I lay there in the dark, listening to you come unraveled for me, wondering when you’d finally let me do it for you.”

Embarrassment flooded me, seeping into my very bones, turning my skin a blazing crimson, hotter and redder than a sun- ripened tomato.

I blinked hard, averting my eyes from his piercing gaze, unable to hold it.

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