Ayden smiles against my skin, eyes meeting mine, all dark and dangerous and looking only at me. “Let me take my time with you, darling.” Bastard had to use that word. I’m ready to lose it just by hearing him say it in a sexy voice that I’ve only ever heard while in bed with him. “Let me take my time.”
This is Ayden—Ayden freaking Stone. The man of my dreams. I’m crash-landing from the land of dreams straight into a reality where Ayden Stone wants me just as much as I want him.
Can this be real? Really?
I’m terrified all of a sudden, knowing how high my expectations have become. I used to fantasize about a guy like Chrisander Gage falling in love with me. So, I’m a fangirl, it’s what we do, but having Ayden’s skin underneath my hands, his lips kissing a path down to my navel, it’s all ge
