Aria’s POV
My breath hitched. Every nerve in my body was on fire.
He didn’t give me time to process what he’d just said.
I barely had time to react before his hands were on me. Big palms sliding over my thighs, gripping me with a kind of possessiveness that made my stomach clench. Then he lifted me, effortlessly, like I weighed a feather, and set me down on the cold marble counter, shifting my plate aside.
I sucked in a breath, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance, but he didn’t stop. His body crowded into mine, the heat of him searing through the thin fabric of my pajama top. My n*****s already tightening and hardening.
His hands spread over my thighs, forcing them apart as he wedged himself between them. His touch was firm, unrelenting, and then—God, then—his mouth was on
