Angela's POV
His hand was still locked around my hips, tight enough that I couldn’t move even an inch.
“Ahh… Aaron…”
His name slipped from my lips, rough and unguarded. My breath hitched as my body writhed helplessly beneath his touch. His tongue kept working, his hands roaming with an intensity that emptied my head of thought.
Just as the wave was about to crest, he stopped.
I gasped, staring at him, wordless.
He leaned in slowly, close enough that his breath brushed the skin beneath my ear.
“You’re shaking,” he said low.
His touch returned to my thigh, slow and deliberate, just enough to remind me of what he’d been doing, just enough to make me want more.
“Your body’s always honest,” he added coldly.
His hand traveled upward, from my thigh to my waist, then across my chest. Eve
