"Here I am," he repeats quietly. His breath is warm against my lips. "And I'm going to need you to stop talking about other men."
"Or what?" I whisper, tilting my chin up.
His mouth finds mine before he answers.
The kiss is not gentle.
It's not the sweet, unhurried tenderness of that morning a week ago. This is something else entirely…something possessive and claiming and desperate in a way that steals the breath from my lungs. Aaron kisses me like he's trying to erase every word Kieran said, like he's trying to brand himself into my bones so thoroughly that no other man's confession could ever matter again.
And god, it's working.
I kiss him back with equal fire, my hands coming up to grip the front of his shirt. He makes a sound against my mouth and his arm snakes around my waist, p
