Page 109 of One Time in Paris
Is Aiden asking me to be his wife?
“You want to stay married?” she whispered, barely daring to voice the question.
“We don’t have to decide right now. But we also don’t have to rush to annul it.” He added quickly, “If you don’t want to.”
Is that what I want?
To be married to Aiden?
And why wasn’t she freaking out about the possibility more?
Instead, the thought made her strangelyhappy.
She searched his eyes, her heart racing. “I think . . . I think I do want that.”
He smiled. “Really?”
“I know it’s crazy. But I don’t want to annul our marriage either, Aiden. Being with you feels like the part of my life that was always missing. Nothing has ever felt more natural. It’s like breathing. But areyousure?”
“I love you, Isla. I’ve never been more certain of anything—or anyone—in my life. I know our lives will be difficult to mesh, but I’d rather face all those obstacles with you as my wife than to face the possibility of you not being with me.”
She smiled, locking her wrists behind his neck. “Call me your wife again.”
His mouth drew closer to hers, until his lips brushed hers with the barest pressure. “My gorgeous wife,” he whispered against her mouth.
Oh God.
She shivered with delight, then consumed his mouth with a deep kiss, holding him firmly down against her.
Marriage had never soundedsexy, so why in the hell was this turning her on so much? Was this some secret fantasy of hers she’d never realized she had and they were just role-playing through it?
But they weren’t—were they? He really was her husband.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling his body down on top of hers. Tearing her mouth from his, she drew her lips to his ear. “I need you naked. Now.”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” he said, pulling back. Heat simmered in his eyes as he stared at her. He removed his joggers and shirt, then leaned over her. Gripping the lapel of the shirt, he gave it a sharp tug, and then buttons popped off, flying across the room.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” she breathed, drinking in the sight of the hard planes of his chest, the military tattoos on his strong biceps, the lean, ropy muscles of his forearms.
He smirked. “You liked that trick, did you, darling wife?”
He fucking knows he’s riling me up with that word.
She bit her lip. “I swear to God, you’re going to make me come just by calling me that.”
Aiden knelt before her, pushing her legs apart, then reached down to glide his fingertips over her wet entrance. “You really do like it, don’t you? Horny little wife.”
Isla let out an appreciative moan as he flicked her clit.
He pushed his cock inside her, the sensation robbing her of all rational thought. “Ohyes, Aiden—please. I need you so much.”
Aiden leaned over her, and she wrapped her legs tightly against his ass, pinning him deep inside her. As his lips found hers once again, he pulled his hips back, pulling out most of the way, then sank deep inside her again with a thrust that made her scream.
Fuck.
“Yes, baby, like that. Deep inside me,” she groaned.
He pulled out again, then thrust harder, deeper, faster. Her hips rose to meet each thrust, receiving him as deeply as she could, their bodies moving with a rhythm that was perfectly in sync, her orgasm starting to build deep within her core.
