As attractive as she found too-cool-for-school, bad boy Aidan, jealous Aidan was pretty hot too.
“Remember that day you came to change my tire?” she asked, and he nodded. “Remember how I told you I didn’t want just anyone, but that I was looking for The One?”
“Yeah…”
“Doug’s a nice guy, and I’ve enjoyed our dinners, but he’s not The One.”
That seemed to brighten him. But then he said, “Did you sleep with him?”
She bit back a smile. “No.”
He nodded, and then went stiff all over. “Shit, you have…I mean…you’re not a…”
“I have,” she assured, “and I’m not a.”
He sagged back with obvious relief…only to tighten again. “Not anyone I know, though?”
“Do you want names?” she asked sweetly.
“Fuck no.”
There was no hiding her smile that time. “Why the sudden questions about my sex life?”
He was silent a beat, and met her gaze with a very direct, penetrating one of his own. “Because as soon as you figure your mom and sister are asleep, I want to be a part of it.”
Oh.
Oh.
Sam drained the rest of her wine in one long swallow. “I need a refill. You?”
He threw back the last of his and handed her the glass. His expression told her he knew she needed a minute to escape, digest what he’d said…and make a decision about it.
After she’d refilled the glasses, she stood at the counter, gripping the edge, listening. Sound of water through the pipes: Mom draining out her bath water. Otherwise it was quiet, save for the sluggish thump of her pulse in her ears.
I want to be a part of it.
There could be no mistaking his meaning. And she’d known already, the way he’d kissed her, looked at her. But it took things to a whole new level to hear him say it so bluntly. It took that tingle in her blood to a high-pitched, buzzing place. It intensified the throbbing between her legs.
“Last chance to back out,” she muttered to herself.
No way was that happening.
She felt the hot touch of Aidan’s eyes as she let herself back outside and pulled the door shut. The heat inside her intensified beneath their glow, and she was afraid if she looked at him, she’d blush herself to death.
His fingers lingered against hers as he took his glass back, warm and rough. A preview of what would come, when they touched all of her.
It washed over her suddenly, how stupid and wasteful all her blushing, nervousness, and embarrassment were. Why in the hell was she holding back? Worrying? Resisting?
What was wrong with her?
She took a long swallow of wine and folded herself down into Aidan’s lap, legs hooked over his knees, cuddling up against his chest.
His arms went around her immediately, one hand finding the back of her head, angling it so he could kiss her. He tasted like wine, now, and the rough pads of his fingers stroked at her cheek, the underside of her jaw.
She closed her eyes and kissed him back, hands exploring his musculature through his hoodie, wishing suddenly, fervently, that he was naked to her wandering fingers.
She’d changed before his arrival, and through the thin fabric of her leggings felt the warmth of his other hand as it moved up one thigh. Drew a pattern against her hip. And then slipped down between her legs.
