Act Like You Love Me (Jessica) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Jessica’s POV

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We entered the room like we were being chased, the door slamming behind us with a heavy thud.

Outside, Madrid was a blur of twinkling lights, but I couldn’t have cared less about the view.

All I could feel was Aaron. He didn’t waste time on a “polite” lead-up; he just spun me around and shoved me against the door.

The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, but before I could even gasp, his mouth was on mine.

He shoved his tongue into my mouth with a desperate, starving hunger that set my soul on fire. It was the kind of kiss that made the world tilt on its axis.

One of his hands flew up, pinning both of my wrists against the door above my head, while the other began a frantic, feverish journey, memorizing every curve of my body as if he were a blind man seeing light for the first time in six years.

When his fingers skimmed the underside of my breast, I arched into him without even thinking, a raw sound catching in my throat that he just swallowed.

I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were screaming, but I didn’t protest. I couldn’t.

If this was how I would die-suffocated by the only man who had ever truly known me-it would be a beautiful way to go.

I found myself wondering what I’d even say to God at the pearly gates of heaven.

“Hey God, I know I’m late, and my purpose on earth isn’t accomplished. But I died because I was kissing the man I’ve loved for literally my whole life. You know, the one I ran away from with his secret child? And yeah, he’s technically engaged now. So… room for one more?”

Hell, that’s a mountain of sin list: lust, lying, deceit….maybe a bit of worshiping a false idol, because I’d definitely made a god out of him in my head.

But with his stubble burning my skin and his body crushed against mine, I would have signed up for the damnation.

His free hand slid lower, gripping my hip possessively, pulling me tighter against him until I felt the hard evidence of his arousal pressing into my thigh.

A moan escaped me, and he growled in response, the vibration rumbling through his chest into mine.

He finally pulled away, and we both just stood there, lunging for air like we’d been held under water.

He leaned his forehead against mine, his breath hot and ragged against my mouth. I could feel my lips stinging, already starting to swell.

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When I looked up, his eyes were so dark they were almost black-just a storm of pure, raw hunger and something else, something much older and more dangerous, that made my stomach flip.

“Jess,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip, tracing the curve and pulling it down like he was committing it to memory.

“Aaron,” I whispered back, my voice hoarse, laced with the same need.

My heart was thundering so loud I was sure he could feel it against his chest.

But then the noise started, that frantic loop in my head about the headlines, his fiancée, and all the ways this could blow up in our faces.

“Aaron… the media. People saw what happened at the meeting. And Lauren… what if-”

He didn’t let me finish. He pressed his finger against my lips, a blunt, quiet command for me to shut up.

His eyes narrowed, a flash of warning behind them.

“I’ll handle it,” he said. His voice low against my nerves, the kind of tone that made it clear he wasn’t asking for my input.

“Aaron…” I started again, the words bubbling up despite his warning, but he shut me up with another kiss, this one slower, and more intense.

His lips coaxed mine open until I forgot what I was going to say.

His hand cupped my jaw, tilting my head for better access, and I surrendered to it, my protests dissolving into the heat.

“Let’s stop pretending, Jess,” he murmured against my skin, his lips moving toward my ear.

“We’ve missed each other. We’ve missed this. It’s obvious we’re both bleeding from the wreck of the last six years. I feel it every time I look at you. You feel it every time I touch you.”

His fingers traced the flare of my hips, the knit fabric of my dress offering no protection against the heat of

his touch.

My knees buckled, and I had to lean into him just to stay upright.

“For the next seventy-two hours, let’s just forget,” he whispered, his voice a hypnotic lure.

“Let’s get lost in this bubble. No world, no history, no secrets. We’ll live in the illusion that nothing ever happened, that you never left, and I never let you go. Later… we can address the wreckage. Or not. But for now, just give us this.”

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