The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Chapter 99:Making Out

Aria pov

"I know."

"Do you believe me?"

I considered the question. My fingers curled against my palm. I watched a plane move across the night sky, its lights blinking red.

"I’m starting to," I admitted finally. "Which terrifies me."

"Why?"

"Because believing in you means hoping." I turned to face him. His eyes were darker in the dim light, fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch. "And hope is dangerous because it gets you hurt."

"Not if it’s placed in the right person." He met my eyes. "And I’m going to be that person, Aria. Even if it takes the rest of my life."

"That’s a long time."

"Not nearly long enough." His hand reached for mine, fingers brushing my wrist before sliding down to lace with my fingers. "Not when it comes to you."

His thumb traced small circles on my palm. The simple touch sent heat spreading up my arm. I let him take my hand, let him pull me closer. One step. Then another. Until there was barely any space between us.

"This is a mistake," I whispered.

"Probably." His free hand came up, fingers sliding along my jaw to cup my face. His touch was warm, gentle. "But I’m willing to make it."

"Damien"

"Just let me" He leaned in, his breath ghosting across my lips. "Please."

His other hand moved to my waist, fingers splaying across the silk of my blouse. I could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric.

And this time, I didn’t pull away. I tilted my face up, closing the last inch between us. His lips met mine. Soft at first, testing. Like he was afraid I might vanish if he pushed too hard.

I made a small sound in the back of my throat—half protest, half surrender. That broke something in both of us.

His hand tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against him. My hands flew up, fisting in his shirt, the fabric bunching under my grip as I pulled him closer even as my mind screamed at me to stop.

The kiss deepened. His tongue swept across my lower lip and I opened for him, tasting mint and something darker. His hand slid from my jaw into my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, tilting my head back to deepen the angle.

I pressed against him, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the way his heart hammered against mine. His mouth moved over mine like he was trying to memorize every sensation. Like he’d been starving for this, for me.

I bit his lower lip and he groaned, the sound vibrating through both of us.

"Aria," he breathed against my mouth.

My hands slid under his shirt, finding warm skin and hard muscle. He sucked in a breath when my nails dragged lightly down his abdomen.

His hand dropped from my waist to my hip, then lower, gripping my ass and pulling me harder against him. I could feel him, hard and thick against my me. Heat pooled low in my belly. I rocked against him without thinking, seeking friction, and a moan escaped my lips.

"Fuck," he muttered, his grip tightening. "Easy."

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