The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 162

Giggling like a madwoman, I let my body burrow into his embrace. But just as I was doing so, someone

caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought it was someone from

work. One of the guys on Gerald’s team, if that glimpse of blond hair and slender shoulders was

enough to tell him apart.

Apprehension sank deep in my belly, killing my fit of carefree giggles.

Aaron didn’t seem to notice the shift in me, and if he did, he didn’t say anything.

“Let’s go home. I have a weighted-blanket reputation to uphold.”

True to his word, Aaron had curled his body around mine in that gigantic and dreamy sofa that was

planted in the middle of his loft. It had probably been the mixture of exhaustion, jet lag, and warmth

coming off his body, but as much as I had tried to fight it, I had passed out under two minutes flat after

returning to his apartment.

Looking down, I caught a glimpse of a big and hefty hand trailing up my stomach. We were lying on our

sides, and judging by the silence around us, the TV was no longer on. Aaron had probably turned it off

as soon as I drifted off.

Long fingers splayed along my front, reaching the underside of my breasts. Shifting under the

sensation traveling down my body, I burrowed myself further into him.

A grunt fell in my neck. “It’s dark outside.”

My gaze traveled to the massive windows that faced the waterfront, as if I had needed confirmation that

night had fallen. “We fell asleep,” I said, returning my eyes to those five fingers on my stomach, my

toes already curling with anticipation. “I thought you wanted us to fight jet lag together, mister.”

“I did, for a while.” Aaron chuckled, and I felt the sound in my back. My lips bent up as my mind

pictured his beautiful face smiling. “But you are so fucking soft, curled up against me.” His hand trailed

up and then down, and then I was pulled against him. “I couldn’t help myself. You made me lose

perspective.”

I turned in his embrace, rolling so I could face him. His hand fell on my lower back, the change of

positions making my mouth almost come into contact with his neck. I looked up into his eyes.

“Excuse you. Are you putting this on me?”

“Never.” He tugged me closer again, our fronts flush together.

My eyes fluttered closed, and a content sigh left my lips. “Would you take me to bed, Aaron Blackford?”

He never uttered his answer. Instead, he peeled himself off the sofa with me in his arms. Wrapping my

legs around his waist, I giggled at the sudden enthusiasm. With long and quick strides, he carried me

across his apartment, passing the marble kitchen island and then making his way down the wide and

uncluttered hallway and straight into the master bedroom. His bedroom. A shot of something sultry

curled its way along my body. I was about to sleep next to Aaron—in his bed, wrapped in his soft and

lush linens, my head on the plush pillows where his head had rested many times.

And just when I was ready to be dropped in that king-size mattress that looked like a dream, I was

carried into the en suite bathroom instead.

My eyes took in our reflection in the mirror, not expecting how much I would love what I saw. Me, hands

clasped behind his neck. Me, in his arms. Me, cheeks flushed and a dazed expression on my face

because it was him holding me. Me, happy.

Aaron attempted to place me on the black-and-white tiled floor.

“Nuh-uh.” I shook my head, holding on to his neck a little closer and keeping my legs around his waist.

“I like it up here.”

“Yeah?” His voice was coated with humor but also with something thick and glossy.

I tightened my grip on him.

“That much?”

“Yep,” I admitted into his neck. “I think you can carry me everywhere from now on. Walking on my own

is not going to cut it anymore.”

His palms rearranged me around him, shifting me to his side. He dropped a kiss on my temple. ?

??And I think I could get used to that very quickly.” He reached for my toiletry bag, opened it, and

extracted my toothbrush. Handing it over to me with a small smile, he then repeated the process with

his own toothbrush. “Teeth first, then bed.”

With a nod, we did exactly that. We brushed our teeth as we looked at each other in the mirror, all the

while with me hanging off his side like a clingy and needy spider monkey. Not that I cared. I’d do this

every single night to come. Once we were done, he carried me to bed.

“Aaron,” I whispered after he tucked me under his light comforter. We were facing each other, my

hands were below my cheek, and only our feet were touching. “I’m glad you came with me to Spain.” I

heard him release a shaky breath as my own words seeped in, although they didn’t really do justice to

how I actually felt. “Not because our plan worked. I’m actually happy that you were there with me. I’m NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

… more than happy. I don’t think I told you, so I wanted to let you know.”

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my jaw and lips.

“Are you glad too, Aaron?” I asked him as I covered his palm with mine.

“I don’t think I can put into words just how much.” He brought my hand to his mouth and skimmed his

lips over the back of it. “And it’s not only because I somehow managed to get you exactly where you

are.”

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