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Aaron tilted my chin with his fingertips, so I was looking him in the eyes instead of staring at the full bottle clutched in my hands.
“You’re a really cool girl, and I wouldn’t have met you if you hadn’t come on the show.” His voice had dropped to a whisper as his eyes searched mine, then flicked down to my lips. I ran my tongue across the bottom one, suddenly feeling very parched while staring at the tall drink of water in front of me.
Our breath mingled between us, a mixture of tequila and lime and some coconut water Aaron had grabbed as a mixer. Note for future self, it was not a pleasant addition to tequila.
I didn’t know who leaned forward first, but when his lips met mine, I knew it didn’t matter. I surrendered to his touch, his arm pulling me impossibly closer as we explored this new thing between us. My heart skipped a beat when his tongue traced my lip, going over my earlier swipe with his.
His arm was still draped over my shoulder, and slowly, he dragged it down to my lower back, pressing his palm there and urging me closer still.
“Sophie girl,” he whispered against my lips before cupping my face with his free hand, tilting my head just so, and claiming my mouth with abandon. Gasping into his kiss, he took the advantage and slid his tongue in, searching for mine.
I lost myself in our kiss as the world turned under us and the night sky sparkled above. Wrapped up somewhere between heaven and earth, I let the sensations fuel my desire. The warm night, the sand under my legs, the feel of Aaron’s warm hand on my back. All of it sent me spiraling into a lust-addled haze.
I pulled back enough to get the words out. “What are we doing?”
“Making out.”
“Obviously.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no,” I said, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer, feeling the taut muscles. Sliding my hands between us, I traced his chest, and as my fingers drifted over his nipples, our kiss turned feral.
“Let me make you feel good, Sophie girl,” Aaron whispered against my mouth.
“Please,” I begged, needing this connection more than anything. The feeling of being wanted with nothing expected of me was heady, and my heart hammered in my chest. I quickly assessed, confirming I wasn’t drunk or too inebriated to consent to what was happening. “Are you drunk?”
“No,” he answered quickly, then amended, “buzzed a little maybe, but this is the clearest I’ve been thinking since we got here.”
His hands roved over my body, raking the fabric of my dress over my sensitive skin. His lips traced the curve of my jaw, and my head tilted back as my eyes fluttered closed. He left no spot from my mouth to my collarbone unkissed or untouched.
I pulled back, my hands tugging the hem of his shirt, desperate to remove it. He leaned away, grabbing the material at the back and pulling it forward and off in one smooth motion. Faced with a shirtless Aaron, I traced my eyes over the cords of muscle lining his torso.
That first day of filming, I’d dismissed him. Not paying attention to his body sexually, because I’d thought he was just some frat bro who was here to party and fuck. But after getting to know him over the past few days and letting myself see past the facade he had artfully crafted, I realized he was a lot more than that.
He was a good man, a caring son, and was passionate about food, travel, and making sure those around him were happy. After learning about his turbulent childhood, it made sense, and it only endeared him to me further.
“Can I?” he asked, fingering the strap of my dress.
I nodded, lifting onto my knees and putting my hands in the air.
Aaron found the hem of the dress and dragged it up and over my body. As I lay bared to him in nothing but the bikini I’d put on earlier, he let out an appreciative breath. He reached behind me with the material and laid it out behind me. With gentle hands, he guided me onto it so I wasn’t skin-to-sand.
“You are beautiful, Sophie girl.” His hands explored almost reverently, tracing the dips and curves of my body, and teasing me until my nipples were peaked, visible even through the material of my swimsuit top. He leaned forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth through the white bikini and leaving a wet spot when he pulled away. My body chased him as he put those torturous few inches between us.
The thing was, I would usually brush off that compliment. I knew I was pretty and that I generally looked good. I had thick thighs, my tits were more than a handful, and I had an ass that wouldn’t quit. But I always felt self-conscious that I was too much forotherpeople. Too many inches and pounds. Too many opinions and obligations. But right then, I felt his words as they landed. Brutally honest and lust-fueled.
My brain lost every train of thought it had ever had as Aaron dove in for a kiss, a gentle hand cupping the back of my head and his hot lips on mine.
Aaron’s lips skirted down my chest to the soft skin of my belly before gripping the bow on my hip with his teeth and pulling until the little string came undone.
As he kissed his way across my lower belly, the urge to push him away reared up within me. He caught my hands before I could put them on his shoulders and shove at him.
“Ah, ah, Sophie girl.”
“But—” I protested when he bit down on the skin below my navel.
“But nothing. I want to kiss all of you, touch all of you, over and over again until you’re a trembling mess, and the only thing you can think about is how loudly you’re gonna scream my name.”
