Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184

A sudden rush of heat ignited within me, like a spark catching dry tinder and setting it ablaze. My entire body seemed to come alive—every nerve ending tingling, my skin flushed, and my cock pressing firmly against his hip, growing harder with each passing second. He shifted beneath me, grinding just enough to let me know he was equally consumed by this moment.

His lips hovered tentatively over mine, breath uneven and ragged. “We can’t…” he murmured, voice thick with hesitation.

I cut him off with a fierce, trembling kiss. “Then don’t say it. Just—let me have this. Tonight.”

Slowly, I traced the length of his body with my mouth, lips brushing over warm skin as I descended. I paused at his chest, closing my mouth around one nipple, gently tugging and teasing it with my teeth before moving on to the other. His muscles tensed beneath me, and I continued lower, letting the tip of my nose glide over the defined ridges of his abdomen. Each sculpted line earned a soft kiss, a reverent press of my lips, as if worshiping every inch of him.

Thank God I’d tucked him into bed naked. My teeth grazed the sharp edge of his hipbone as my hand closed firmly around the thick weight of his cock. His hips jerked upward at the contact, his length swelling, hard and hot in my palm. He looked breathtaking like this—stripped bare, vulnerable, completely mine.

I dragged my tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the flushed head, circling the sensitive ridge before sliding my mouth over him, taking him in as deeply as I could.

I cut him off, surging upward and crushing my mouth to his. “Don’t,” I begged against his lips. “Don’t say it.”

Our bodies tangled, rolling across the bed, mouths colliding with bruising intensity. Hands dragged, clawed, and pulled at every inch of each other, every kiss frantic and all-consuming. We couldn’t get close enough—couldn’t get enough of each other. It was more than just physical; it was everything we hadn’t said, everything we feared losing, poured out through the desperate way our bodies clung.

It was frantic, tender, and fiercely emotional.