Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 123

Aiden's POV

As soon as I pulled into the garage, I cut the engine and turned to study Aria. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her breathing shallow and rapid.

"We're home," I said simply.

She blinked, seeming to emerge from a daze. "Oh... right."

She fumbled with her seatbelt, practically stumbling out of the car. I watched carefully as she swayed slightly on her feet.

"You okay?" I asked, moving to her side.

"Just dizzy," she admitted, pressing her hand against her flushed cheek. "And so hot. Do I have a fever?"

"You're drunk," I said bluntly.

Her eyes widened in genuine surprise. "That's impossible. I only had juice with Claire, and then that fruit drink while I was waiting for you."

"Fruit wine," I corrected her.

"Really?" She looked genuinely shocked, and I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me.

Before I could say anything else, Aria's lips crashed into mine, catching me completely off guard.

Her small hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer with surprising strength. I could taste something uniquely sweet on her tongue as it danced against mine.

"I want you," she breathed against my mouth. "Right now."

I pressed her against the garage wall, lifting her easily as her legs wrapped around my waist. Her dress rode up her thighs, and I could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her underwear.

"The bedroom's too far," she gasped as I sucked on her neck, careful not to leave marks.

I carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind us. We hadn't even made it to the living room before she was tugging at my belt, her fingers clumsy but determined.

"Slow down," I commanded, catching her wrist with one hand.

"I can't," she whimpered, grinding her hips against me. "I need you inside me."

Her words sent blood rushing to my cock. I released her wrist and pushed her dress up and over her head, revealing her matching bra and panties.

"Damn, you're gorgeous," I growled, making quick work of her bra clasp.

Her breasts spilled free, and I wasted no time taking one nipple into my mouth while pinching the other with my fingers. She arched into me, moaning loudly.

"Please," she begged, her hand finding my cock through my pants. "Please fuck me."

She was desperate for me, wild with need.

It turned me on beyond measure.

I stripped off my shirt, then my pants and boxers, watching her eyes widen at the sight of my hard, ready cock.

"Take these off," I commanded, hooking my fingers in her panties and dragging them down her legs.

She was soaking wet, arousal glistening on her inner thighs. I ran my fingers through her folds, finding her clit and circling it slowly.

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