Page 95 of Between the Lines

“It’s nothing much,” I say, teasingly, because his expression says otherwise.

“You’re everything. So fucking perfect, Chaos.” His hands grip my hips, and he devours me. With his eyes, with his mouth.

He kisses my neck again and damn, it’s my greatest weakness. I moan, and he chuckles against my skin. “I’m going to enjoy this button.”

I can’t find the words in my scrambled brain. He touches me like I’m made out of glass, and like he also wants to crush me against him. The effect is intoxicating. Hands slide around my lower back, my ribs, cup my breasts with warm palms. And his mouth drifts down.

“So beautiful,” he says again. “It’s driving me insane, just how pretty you are.”

I tunnel my fingers into his hair. “You’re biased.”

“Mm-hmm. Biased as fuck.” He kisses along the swell of my chest, mouths at the skin. “Perfection. These tits, Chaos?Perfection.”

I smile at the words. They wash over me, adding to the pleasure welling inside. It’s always a heady cocktail with Aiden.

His lips close around a nipple, and he sucks on it firmly, alternating with lavish licks of his tongue. I grip his hair tighter and feel like I’m floating away again. This part is so easy with him. So painfully simple. Like slipping into a comfortable pair of shoes, or putting on my favorite pajamas.

His teeth close around the sensitive peak, and I gasp.

Aiden looks up at me and smiles. “Gotta keep you on your toes, Chaos. These sweet, perfect nipples are all mine now.”

“Mm-hmm,” I say and squirm on the counter. He’s touching me everywhere except where I’m burning. I tip my shoulder forward, pushing the breast he hasn’t played with into his grasp.

His grin widens. He opens so wide that nearly my entire tit fits into his mouth, and my brain short-circuits.

Aiden’s hands are tight around my waist. One of them slides down, drifts between my slightly splayed thighs, and strokes me through the fabric of my thong.

“So sweet,” he mutters again and blows gently on my stiff nipple. “The sweetest tits I’ve ever tasted.”

I shake my head a little and feel myself slipping under even further. Being with him is like losing space and time. “I’m not sweet, Aiden.”

“You are.” His lips kiss over the gentle swell. “I would know, Chaos. I’ve got my mouth on you. You’ve got a hard shell sometimes, but beneath it you’re sweet. Pure fucking sugar.”

My body stiffens, and my mind clears. Sugar. A man is calling mesugaragain, and it’s all I can focus on.

Aiden’s finger continues to stroke through the fabric of my thong, and my body is screaming for me to let him keep at it. The release is right on the other side of this. It would be so easy to sink into him. To listen to his words andbelievethem.

But I know what happens at the end of that route.

The alarm goes off again. It dings through the kitchen, so much louder here than it had been upstairs in my bedroom, coming right from that hidden cabinet.

Aiden lifts his head with a groan. “This thing hasterribletiming.”

I smile a little. “Maybe you should change the batteries for real this time.”

His eyes are dark, hair mussed. “There is nothing I’d like to doless.But for you...”—he presses a quick kiss to my lips—“I will be the hero.”

“Thank you!” I call as he disappears into the hallway.

The marble is cold beneath my thighs and ass, so I reach for my T-shirt. I hadn’t noticed the coolness before. I clutch the shirt to my chest and take a few deep, clarifying breaths.

This is supposed to be easy. Something I can walk away from.

But what just happened doesn’t feel like it would be easy to walk away from. It feels dangerously close to something real, something emotional. And I’d been far too tempted to actually believe in his words.

I slide off the counter and hurry back to my bedroom. Because that felt perilously close to breaking rule number one.

No emotions.

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