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He stared straight ahead. “Your place.”
She hesitated, but didn't say anything. He had shared much of himself – too much – and now it was her turn. He kept his eyes straight ahead, so he didn't see her expression when he said, “It’s time to share your secrets.”
It’stime to share your secrets.The words echoed in Laura's mind a hundred and one times as they drove in renewed silence. The man next to her didn't know the extent of her deception, which grew deeper every minute she hid the truth. A part of her – a large part – wanted to share everything, but she couldn't yet. She needed just a little more time, a little longer to make sure he was as he seemed.
Then she had to figure out how to tell him.
Now they stood in her home, eyes locked in a makeshift staring contest. As she studied the father of her child, her pulse raced along an Indy 500 track, thumping to the rhythm of her apprehension. He stood tall and handsome and proud, arms crossed over his chest. “Now tell me." His controlled voice was all serious. “What are you hiding from me?”
“I have nothing to say." She held her head high. “I was being overprotective, but I don't get why you're so upset about this.”
And she honestly didn't. It was different when she thought her secret had been compromised. He had looked at the child with such emotion, that for a second it seemed certain he had guessed the truth. But then he calmed down, and she was safe, at least for the moment. Now, she wasn't so sure.
“Of course, I was affected by it. Because I don’t understand anything about you.” He edged closer. “When we met, you were this cruel woman ready to ruin a man’s life for an article. Then I came to Pine Ridge and you were nothing like I thought, a little quirky, but caring and kind.” He stepped forward yet again, now only a hairsbreadth’s distance away. His presence filled her world. “And the worst part is…” He leaned closer yet. “I can’t get you out of my head.”
Then his lips were once more upon her.
At once, Laura melted into him, powerless to resist not only his desire, but her own. The passion-filled kiss was a frantic joining of two people desperately searching for answers, as she wrapped her arms around his muscle-bound back, as he encircled her waist. He caressed her, traced her lines to twine his hands through her hair. Unreleased tension exploded, raw emotions fighting to be heard. The kiss deepened, however it was not enough. Not nearly enough.
She wanted more.
Suddenly, the kiss became even more frenzied, more desperate, as they pressed closer yet. He peppered sweet kisses upon her face and neck, tantalizing her every sense, bringing heightened awareness to ultra sensitive spots. Her heart beat rapidly, her breathing grew shallow, as he overcame her senses. And then, for a brief second… he pulled away.
She licked swollen lips. He had not stopped, but merely hesitated, the questions darkening sapphire eyes. This time was different than the others. Those kisses had been both a beginning and an ending, but this joining was not over.
It had only just begun.
She knew what she wanted. Confused over the man, debilitated by the situation, she clutched one certainty in a world of uncertainties. She wanted to be close to him, as close as two people could be. Share with him her innermost secrets and hidden desires. No matter what the future brought, no matter what her decision must be, now was about him and her. She wanted to make love to Aidan.
She stepped boldly forward and touched him with a slightly trembling hand. “I want to be with you,” she whispered, her voice proud and strong.
His expression melted into pure desire. She awaited his response, clutching clammy hands. Did he want what she so desperately needed? The answer was clear in his eyes. “Are you sure?” he all but growled.
His words made her even more so. By his hungry expression, he wanted this as much as she did, but as an honorable man and a true gentleman, he would make sure she was certain. She gave her response not as a word, but by gesture. Taking his arm, she gently nudged him toward the bedroom. His nostrils flared. He had his answer.
In one swoop he lifted her in his arms, as if she weighed nothing at all. He carried her gently yet firmly in his grasp, surrounding her in his unrelenting, muscular hold. He entered her room, a masculine force invading the feminine world, and softly lowered her on the shimmery sateen sheets. He joined her immediately, covering her lips and stealing her breath once more. Then… fireworks.
Deep passion defined the kiss, and something far stronger, something instinctual, elemental, pure, rendering both powerless to control their own fates. Heated inch by heated inch, they pressed together, as he covered her limb for limb. His muscles were solid strength, his skin firm and smooth. The kiss deepened as they explored each other, but it was still not enough.
She wanted more.
Aidan caressed her, sending tingles that swelled sensitive areas, making them ache with desire. His touch was electric, his moves heated, as he stroked her back and arms, her legs and her stomach. She boldly returned with her own administrations, delighting when strong muscles contracted under her hands. Images sent shivers down her spine, but it couldn’t compare to the sensations of pleasure as he brushed her chest, as he flicked sensitive nipples.
Arousal pinkened secret spots, as she plucked open the buttons to his crisp shirt, unfastening the clothing that hid him, as he uncovered the barriers that could hide her no longer. There was no talk, only desperate swiftness, as the soon-to-be lovers worked in concurrent rhythm. When he removed his shirt, she gasped. The man was perfection defined. His smile was just a little wicked and allpossessiveas he removed her shirt. He splayed a hand boldly on her chest. “So lovely.”
Her cheeks flamed at the unbridled desire flaring in eyes like the midnight sea. He caressed a tender breast, igniting white hot fire that belied the gentle motion. What was happening to her? She opened her arms, and he accepted the invitation, stretching above her, his muscular body meeting hers skin to skin, his breath hot upon her tender neck. Once again, she closed her eyes, and reality waslost.
It was the most beautiful joining Laura ever had, or could ever imagine. When the last barriers between them vanished, she stared at endless muscle, power far beyond apparent. Then the sensations turned to touch, as those muscles pressed against her. Sighs escaped her lips, moans and gasps, as he whispered words of endearment, so much more than simple attraction or lust. Caring and goodness, compassion and depth, he held her as if she were the most important person in the world, and he treasured nothing above her.
Frantically, they explored each other’s bodies, tantalizing with gentle and frenzied touches, both desperately rapid and impossibly slow. Then when the time was right, and she could wait not a moment longer, he entered her, and the world around them disappeared. As he became part of her, she knew nothing but this man, this togetherness. The physical sensations were intense, but the mental ones soared beyond imagination, reality lost as all control slipped from her grasp. No longer were they two people, now they were one, united.
Finally, when she could take no more, the storm broke, sending never-ending pleasure through her. Nearly unbearable satisfaction fired in powerful waves, heat enflaming every limb, and the bare skin he covered. She gasped for air, and he did the same, holding her tightly, as if he would never let her go. Perfection.
Time passed and her heart returned from the stratosphere, her breathing evening, but she just lay there, as reality slowly returned. She might have been with men before, but it had never been like this. The minutes progressed, yet they remained, as if they could reside forever in the stolen moment. A new reality beckoned – she had made love with the father of her child, and it had been the most beautiful experience of her life.
Yet conflicting emotions broke through the sensual haze, first as a sliver and then a widening chasm, as unnamed emotions tangled. How did she truly feel about him, and how did he feel about her? She must sort through her emotions – andsoon.
She could have stayed in bed for hours, but a quick glance of the clock told her Jeanie would be home soon. The real world, and its responsibilities, choices and burdens, demanded her return. Slowly, she pulled back from Aidan’s powerful form. He stopped her by tightening his arms, capturing her in his commanding hold. As desire flared once more, she fought for the strength to resist. “Jeanie will be home soon.”
