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I peeled off her T-shirt, exposing a white, lacy bra. It probably had a clasp of sorts, but I couldn’t be bothered looking for one. It was a cheap and sorry piece of cloth, and I wanted something better for her. With one brisk motion, I ripped the thing in half. The sound it gave matched my mood. Savage. Hungry. Frustrated.
Chapter 29
Aria
THE SOUND OF MY BRAtearing should have brought me back to reality, but I must have left my brain on one of the other continents. Later, I’d examine the reasons, the black box of Aria’s poor decision making, because I knew I wouldn’t stop him. Not now, not ever.
“You don’t have a monopoly on misbehaving.” I curled my fingers through the gap between his shirt buttons.
Yanking my hands apart, I sent the buttons flying, exposing those movie star abs I hadn’t seen nearly enough of. His shiny shirt probably cost ten times as much as my bra, but he didn’t seem to mind, grinning at me like he wanted me to destroy more than his shirt.
Freed from clothing, my skin pebbled and nipples pinched. His gaze fell on them, so delightfully drunken that I swear I felt it on my skin before he touched me, like a crackle of electricity before the zap. When his mouth closed on the peak of one breast, the sharp sensation stole my breath.
Had I really forgotten how it felt, or had it never really felt like this? Every suck turned into a starburst that travelled through me as if carried by one single nerve, delivering the sensation straight to the bundle between my legs. I’d never felt so wired and connected, so driven by need.
“Cem. Oh my God, Cem.” My voice escaped as a breathy whisper and my back arched against the wall as his hands found my hips, thumbs sinking into the soft hollow inside my pelvic bones.
Pinned between him and the wall, almost suspended in air by his strong grip, took my excitement to another level. What I thought I knew about sex was that I preferred comfort and familiarity. I could only come when on top, on my own terms. But every touch from Cem took me further from the familiar territory and to my surprise, my body was there for it.
“So fucking hot.” His breath blazed against my skin as his mouth trailed up to my face. “There’s nothing hotter than a woman who’s turned on. There’s nothing hotter than... you.” He nuzzled into my neck to draw a deep breath like he was trying to inhale me. That sound sent more shivers through me, and my muscles seized as his hand slid under the waistband of my slacks, discovering a pair of soaked panties.
I stifled a yelp as his fingers brushed me. Well, almost stifled. Encouraged by my sounds, he kissed my neck as his fingers worked between my thighs with a mix of skill and desperate fervor. I wanted him closer, all over my skin, but I was wearing twenty hours of airplane cabin.
“I need a shower,” I panted. “Come with me?”
He smirked and grabbed me from behind my knees. I clung around his neck as he carried me to the bathroom. I’m being carried by Cem, my brain catalogued, the details so blurry I doubted I’d remember much of it later. Only the overwhelming sensation. The desire vibrating through me.
He turned on the shower as we undressed, then guided me under the stream. The water caressed my feverish skin and I closed my eyes, letting the layers of travel wash away.
When I opened my eyes, my stomach flipped. Cem stood in front of me, fully naked. Fully... large. Without thinking, my fingers wrapped around him, feeling the engorged power pulsing under the wet skin. So beautiful I wanted to cry. He growled at my touch and stood under the showerhead, shielding me like an umbrella, his dark curls straightening as they soaked. “Oh, God. Aria.”
I gave him a couple of strong strokes, enjoying the feeling of power, until he removed my hand and pushed me against the patterned, blue tile. Cool, but not cold. The mixture of hot and cold made me think of the waterfall. Cem’s mouth explored mine, our tongues swirling as his fingers slipped between my legs. My lungs flattened as he pushed deeper, the palm of his hand rubbing against my swollen flesh. The sound of running water and his hungry kiss muffled my cry.
“Before you break my heart,” I rasped. “Will you make me come?”
His voice rumbled through me. “I’ll do anything. I told you.”
