Aria’s POV
I melted into his touch, our bodies remembering each other despite the weeks apart. His hands moved with purpose, sliding under my shirt and tracing patterns on my skin that made me gasp.
"I've missed you," I whispered against his mouth, fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. "How did you even get here?"
"Had to reschedule three meetings," Aiden murmured, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me toward the bed. "Worth it."
My back hit the mattress, and suddenly he was above me, his eyes dark with desire. The weight of him pressing me into the bed felt like coming home. His lips found my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone while his hands worked to remove my clothes.
"You have no idea how many times I've thought about this," he said, his voice rough
