Chapter 12

*Aria's Pov*

My mouth snaps shut, but my hands find their way under his shirt, smoothing up his strong, hard back. I need to touch him, to feel every inch of him.

When his fingers find my core, I gasp. My legs are already trembling, my body aching for more. He knows it, too—knows how much I love his touch.

“Mmm,” he says, a soft, satisfied noise. “Already wet for me.”

“Always,” I murmur.

He kisses my jawline, and my head tips back. This man is too much for me. Too good. Too powerful. I don’t deserve him.

But I take him anyway, greedily, desperately.

His fingers slide...