Chasing His Rejected Wife
Chapter 30 -

Warning: Explicit chapter ahead.

I let out a squeak as I was hurled backwards, Aiden easily spinning me in mid move so I ended up sitting astride him, my bent knees on either side of his thighs.

Another high pitched squeak escaped my lips as Aiden's hand came up to lightly grasp my ponytail and used it to tug my head back, so my face was level with his, and I had to meet his eyes. "What the hell was that?" He demanded, eyes burning with an intensity that both frightened and thrilled me. For someone who'd just been crying, he'd recovered damn fast.

"I..." I began and gulped, scared out of my wits. "I wasn't thinking straight, I'm sorry."

"Not thinking straight huh?" His voice was low and took on a dangerous tone that set my blood racing in a different direction. "Sure about that?"

"Y...yes?"

He made a sound deep in his throat and I realized it was a chuckle. His eyes continued to bore into mine, determined to unearth all my secrets and lay me bare.

"They say alcohol only makes people do the things they secretly crave, but never have the courage to do."

He tugged lightly at my hair again and I gasped, which made his gaze drop to my parted lips, expression languid but filled with so much heat I was afraid I'd spontaneously combust.

My mouth felt dry, and I ran my tongue over my lips to moisten them. Aiden's gaze followed the move, and the hand that held me down by my waist tightened.

"Tell me, my wife, what do you want the most?"

Heat pooled between my legs as I became all too aware of all the ways our bodies touched. Hard, muscular thighs firm between mine, soft belly against unyielding flesh...

And a very, very unmistakable bulge pressing up against me. I may be a virgin, but I knew what that was.

And I wanted it.

I shook my head, not sure I wanted to answer that question, afraid of the outcome. Sure he was aroused, but that didn't mean I was the one he wanted or that he would give me what I wanted if I asked for it.

He grew impatient when I didn't answer and another sharp tug of my hair had me opening my mouth quickly.

"Nothing." My voice came out high-pitched. "I don't want anything."

He chuckled again and I felt like a prey trapped in the clutches of a large predator. "Lying to your husband is wrong, sweetheart. There should be no secrets between us."

He let go of my hair to cup my chin. He brought his face inches close to mine and whispered. "For lying, you should be punished, shouldn't you?"

Before I could ponder the meaning of Aiden's threat, he hoisted me closer and kissed me.

It was a kiss borne of desperation, filled with hunger and raw, undisguised need. There was no slow, lazy exploration for a first kiss because the minute Aiden's mouth tangled with mine, his tongue demanded entry into my mouth and I have in with a groan, only to promptly lose sense of time and space, as he kissed me deep, mouth angled over mine in the most perfect way.

Aiden kissed me like he was dying of thirst and my mouth was a deep well, filled with life-giving water and all I could do was let him wreck my senses and my heart, which felt so incredibly light as though some long distant wish had finally been fulfilled.

The hand that cupped my chin drifted down to my arms and guided me to wrap them around his neck and I happily obliged. He made an approving sound and stroked his tongue in my mouth in a way that made the heat in my belly turn to a flood of slow, scalding lava, seeking an avenue for escape.

Aiden's hands moved over my body, exploring every inch and igniting sparks of sensation that I had never felt before. His touch was both gentle and demanding, a paradox that left me breathless. I could feel the weight of his need pressing against me, between my legs and it was both thrilling and terrifying.

The kiss went on until I felt I would drown in the overwhelming sensations, but that was just me running out of breath. Thankfully, Aiden broke the kiss, and we sucked in gulps of much needed air, our breaths mingling, quick and shallow. He looked at me, his eyes twin dark pools of desire. "Going to tell me what you want now, wife?"

I unwound my arms from his neck and my fingers trembled as they explored the contours of his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles hidden under his shirt. That was one layer too many and I wanted that shirt gone ASAP.

I met his gaze, letting him see the depth of my desire. "I want to touch you."

I was surprised at the level of boldness manifesting in me. I'd never in a million years dreamed I could say such things to a man, let alone, Aiden. I silently gave thanks to the three bottles of wine I'd consumed earlier.

He quirked an eyebrow, mouth curved in a knowing smirk. "What's stopping you?"

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Emboldened, I reached for the first button and slid it free, then made quick work of the rest, not stopping until I had spread the edges of the shirt open and his body was bared to my gaze. I sucked in a breath, as I explored with my eyes and later my hands, marveling at the feel and sight of perfectly sculpted muscles.

I let my fingers follow the happy trail of light brown hair that began at his pecs and narrowed down the middle of his abs to a thin line that disappeared underneath the waistband of his pants.

Aiden's hand caught mine in a firm grasp, stopping my exploration. I pouted up at him and he grinned and kissed me again.

"Patience, wife. We'll get there in time." His other hand moved down to cup my ass through my jeans."

It was a surreal experience, this collision of two people who had spent years avoiding each other's touch. The scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering aroma of alcohol, creating an intoxicating blend that filled the room and intoxicated

me.

Aiden's lips moved from mine, trailing a path of hot, searing kisses down my neck, and I let out a soft moan, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me. He lifted the hem of my sweater, catching the blouse I had on underneath, and tugged both over my head, leaving me with only a light pink lace bra underneath.

"Gorgeous," he murmured, as he took one nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed lightly, drawing a needy moan from me. He did it again, while his eyes stayed glued to my face as he watched the pleasure flood my entire being. My body responded to his touch, arching into him, my lower half doing a wanton grind against his hard length, a silent plea for more.

I was rewarded with a groan and he ground his hips hard against my center, our breaths harsh and loud in the room. I was soaking wet between my legs, my body eager and desperate for more, hating the barrier of our clothing that kept us apart.

It was my first time being intimate with anyone, and the mixture of sensations was overwhelming and I lost myself to the pleasure. Reality was a distant echo at this point, consequences, an alien idea, meant to be ignored for the time being. Aiden's deft fingers unclasped my bra before I even registered what he was doing. He took off my bra and my breast spilled free, nipples hard and distended with arousal. He took me in, hungrily, tossing the bra carelessly over his shoulder. I held the back of his head and pulled him closer, moans and gasps spilling from my lips as his tongue did wicked, sinful things to my nipples.

"Aiden...please..." I moaned, my head thrown back, eyes shut in bliss. "More...please."