Aaron’s POV
Goddamn honey. Thirteen years of keeping my distance and a plethora of moments testing my patience and self-control, all for the scent of goddamn honey sending me to throw caution to the wind. The second her lips set to mine and every reason we should be apart from each other seemed like whispers in competition to the beckoning of her body to mine.
Her body was only allowed a moment to mold into my own before she was relieved off of her soles and set onto the surface of the table. The creaking it made beneath us caused her to gasp as I pulled her closer to me. My hungry fingers inched up from her thighs separated by my own hips, climbed along her curves, and rested at her face, as I pulled her face with just enough of a manipulation to draw a long inhale beneath her longing
