Her brain told her they should stop, but she couldn’t get enough of Aidan’s sweetness. The damp silk of her panties clung to her sex as she rubbed her thighs together, the movement elicited a new wave of moans fromAidan.
And fromher.
The bang of a door closing in the corridor that led to the bedrooms froze her blood and Aidan’s limbs. Her eyes cut to his, and she spotted his Adam’s apple bobbing a couple of times before he gently settled her butt on the couch besidehim.
Seconds later, Felipe dragged his feet into the living-room, one hand scratching his tousled hair, the other scratching his butt over his pajamas. “I had to pee, so I went to the bathroom. Are you hurt, UncleAidan?”
The Irishman shook hishead.
Moira asked her son, “Why did youask?”
“I heard him when I was in the bathroom. I thought he was inpain.”
She commanded her eyes to stay on her five-year-old, because she didn’t trust herself to keep a lid on if she found out Aidan was as amused as shewas.
“That’s sweet of you to ask. Nobody’s in pain. Now go back to bed. Mommy will be there in a littlewhile.”
“Nighty-night, UncleA.”
“Goodnight,buddy.”
Felipe hesitated, then flung to the couch and hugged Aidan tight. Just as fast, he dashed to hisbedroom.
Moira’s heartsoared.
“It’s settled. When can we have our first official date?” she askedAidan.
“As soon as you can get ababysitter.”
