The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 149

One of them unclasped, his chest peeking out of the fabric. My hands itched to touch him. That was

what tore through my absorption. I wouldn’t let him get that away from me. I wanted the privilege of

undressing him. Crawling across the bed as my gaze zeroed in on that next button, I made my way to

him. Straightening on my knees when I reached him.

“I want to do this.” My hands replaced his, taking infinite pleasure in every little button that came

undone under my fingers. One by one, I worked down his torso. Feeling how Aaron’s chest swayed up

and down, his breath coming in and out heavily. When I was done, I shed him of his shirt, discarding it

to the floor.

If I had thought his chest was flawless the day I had seen it for the first time, now—with everything else,

with every powerful emotion humming under my skin—it was simply heavenly. My palms landed on the

taut skin, and I was catapulted straight into heaven.

My fingertips memorized every mount and valley, every inch of skin that seemed to have been sculpted

in stone. Tight, smooth, glorious.

All of him for me.

Grazing my nails down his chest, I reached his stomach. Aaron shivered under my touch. Not satisfied,

I slid my fingers further down, following the thin line of dark hair. Enthralled, my gaze devoured every

one of my motions. God, there wasn’t enough time in a lifetime for me to get tired of this sight. Of him

under my hands.

Reaching the button of his pants, I looked up. Just in time to watch Aaron’s jaw bunching, the blue in Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

his eyes glazing. My fingertips brushed lower, feeling him thick and hot through the dark fabric of his

suit. He grunted, pushing his hips up into my hands.

My knees wobbled under my weight, my head lighter as I grazed my palm over him.

Aaron’s head dipped, his lips falling on my temple, brushing a kiss there. His hands came up and

landed on top of mine. Fumbling with the button together, we undid it. Next was the zipper, and I …

Hesitated. Froze.

Even if I felt like I would implode if I didn’t bring that zipper down, I hesitated. My fingers shook with the

thought.

We are doing this. And fuck … this feels like more than sex. It feels like so much more.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Aaron whispered against my temple.

Looking up, I searched his face. How could I tell him that all my bravado had somehow died? That my

hands shook with need but that I realized I didn’t really know what I was doing? What we were doing?

Aaron released a breath, his jaw setting with decision. Something clicked behind his eyes.

He took both my hands in his and placed them above his chest. “My heart is beating a million miles an

hour too. Do you feel that?”

I nodded my head, some of my fear dissipating.

Then, he brought my hands against his hard length. “Do you feel this too, Lina? Do you feel how hard I

am in my pants?” He punctuated both his questions by thrusting his hips into my palms.

I exhaled through my nose at the throbbing contact.

“Yes. It’s all because of you. It’s you who makes my cock this hard. And it’s you who makes my heart

want to plunder out of my chest with a brief touch or a simple look. But it’s nothing to be scared of. We

are in this together, remember?”

His words fueled something inside of me, unearthing the need from beneath my sudden insecurities.

My doubts. My fears.

I dipped my head, placing a kiss above his heart. “We are.” Then, my hand moved over the fabric of his

pants, palming his length. Very slowly.

Aaron groaned, and I felt his lips falling on my temple again. He placed an encouraging kiss there.

“Take me out.”

I obliged. I was at his mercy. I’d do anything if he asked. So, I unzipped his pants, zeroing in on the

bulge contained in his boxers. Following his demand, I slid down both his pants and underwear. Just

enough so his length sprang free. My fingers circled him, giving him one single stroke.

A strangled sound emerged from Aaron’s body. “Jesus, that feels so good.”

Stroking him once again, I relished in the feel of his cock between my fingers, smooth and hard,

throbbing under my touch. I wondered how it’d feel under my tongue. Following my hasty impulse, I

leaned down, hearing Aaron’s gasp at my sudden change in position. I placed my lips on his shaft,

circling him then with my mouth, making contact with my tongue.

God. All the blood in my body pooled down in my center, my need pulsating and piercing every one of

my senses.

Taking hold of my hair, Aaron pulled delicately. “Baby.” He tugged at my hair again. This time, his hips

reared back, just enough to make me stop. “I want this—I do—but I’m not going to come in your mouth

tonight.”

Moving his hands to my shoulders, he pulled me up. In a deliriously swift move, he had me on my back.

In another one, he got rid of his pants and boxers.

Aaron is naked.

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