Page 73 of One Timer With A Wingman

His words cause something inside me to expand and release.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because I liked talking to you. I liked your little bucket list confession and how driven you are, but you also seemed lonely and for some reason I was attracted to that part of you too. Those nights in Punta Cana were some of the best of my life, Briar.”

He doesn’t say another word. I shift toward him and seal my lips to his. It takes him a moment to catch on to what’s happening but when he does, he wraps his arms around me and kisses me back. The kiss is slow and exploring.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he says.

“Me too,” I reply as he kisses me softly on my lips, on my cheeks, down my neck.

“I know,” he says and that throws me off, so I open my eyes and give him a curious look.

“Huh?” I ask curiously.

“I kind of know about your sexy dreams,” he says, looking impish.

“How?” I ask wide-eyed.

“I’ve been down here late at night watching Netflix. Better than hearing all my roommates having sex upstairs. You’ve been, uh, a little vocal.”

“OMG.” I palm my cheeks. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why?” he asks.

“Why?” I repeat. “I can’t control my dreams, Aaron.”

“Why would you want to? You clearly want me, Briar. So, give in,” he urges.

“I’m terrified,” I confess.

“We can be terrified together,” he offers, leaning forward and sealing his lips with mine. “And I really miss the taste of your sweet pussy.”

A mewl escapes me. I feel so needy.

“Aaron, this pregnancy has made me a horny mess. Like, I want sex all the time.”

“I can accommodate that.” He smiles devilishly.

He goes back to kissing me, but it doesn’t stay soft and slow like moments ago. A hunger sparks between us hot and heavy, as our tongues collide and twist. Our bodies can’t get close enough. I straddle him on the couch, and he runs his hands over my belly before wrapping them around me. Then he’s standing up and guiding us to my room.

“Tell me you want me inside you,” he says, but it sounds like a question.

“I need you inside me,” I confirm, and he growls. We enter my room, and he kicks the door shut behind us.

Aaron lays me on the bed. I squirm beneath his heated gaze. He climbs on the bed and lies beside me. His hand comes up to my neck as his finger trails down my shoulder, over my nipple, and down to my stomach. I’m a hot mess waiting for what he will do next.

“I need you to tell me that we can be together,” he says. For some reason it sounds like an ultimatum. If I don’t commit now, he isn’t going to have sex with me.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be together. I’m terrified. I never planned on settling down. Kids were something I saw in the distant future.”

“And yet, life has other plans for us,” he says. “I have to be at the arena in an hour, so if you want me to satisfy your greedy pussy, then say the words.”

“You don’t play fair,” I say to him.

“I thought we already established that,” he retorts. His resolve is strong.

“Aaron, please.”

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