“What?” Aidan arched an eyebrow. “What did I do wrong? You just frowned atme.”
“You cleaned up pretty well. It’s just that I like your hair better when it’s loosened.” She explained as she hooked her hand on his outstretched forearm. She could use the extra support for balance until she remembered how to navigate her high heels. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “It’s easier to run my fingers throughit.”
Aidan chuckled. “Keep it up, and we won’t make it to the restaurant,woman.”
Focused on not tripping, Moira didn’t notice the limo until the driver held the door open for her andAidan.
What thefuck?
“Only the best for you,” Aidan whispered in her ear, as he held her hand and helped her climbinside.
She scooted over when he followed her in. Although the seat was long, and there were two more seats in the stretched car, Aidan’s thigh rubbed against hers when he settled on the seat besideher.
“Now, I don’t want to go to the restaurant anymore,” sheconfessed.
“Too bad. I’m starving. And, I think we should eat, so we’ll have energy to last the whole night, if you get mymeaning.”
“I do.” Moira squeezed the top of his thigh, where it connected to his hip, and his stare bore intohers.
“What’s gotten into you? Not complaining, justsurprised.”
“I’m following a friend’sadvice.”
Aidan dropped his arm over her shoulder, pulling Moira close, kissing the top of her head. “I’ve always thought you’ve got great friends. Tonight, more thanever.”
At first, Moira was surprised Aidan restricted their physical contact to the arm around her neck and the occasional caress of his lips on her hair or temple. After his reaction to her outfit, and her openly flirtatious attitude, she had expected he would pounce on her when they got inside thecar.
If she were to be honest, she kind of hoped he would dothat.
Instead, Aidanbehaved.
Before her insecurities got the best of her, whispering inside her head that he already regretted going out for dinner with her, Moira rationalized his reasons for doing that. Most likely, they would have a hard time finishing dinner, if they made out on the way to therestaurant.
A quick glance to her left confirmed Aidan was indeed happy to see her. The taut material of his pants around its zipper area attested to it. She loved that about the male physiology in comparison to the female body. For men, some feelings were difficult tohide.
Or tofake.
He poked her cheek with his index finger. “What made you smile? I haven’t even startedyet?”
She bobbed her shoulders. “Justbecause.”
“I can live with that.” His chest rumbled as he laughed. “Moira Romano smiling for no reason, as she leans on my side, and her whiskey eyes get mehigh.”
“I get that making out in the backseat of your limo will spoil dinner,” she stated, and he nodded in agreement. “So, don’t tempt me. When you say stuff like that, I want to jump your bones. Could we talk about safertopics?”
“Agreed. Remember I mentioned Ricardo’s friend the other day?Vanessa?”
“Duke’s girlfriend? The reporter,right?”
“Correct. The profession, that is. She’s not his girlfriend,though.”
“I wouldn’t know, based on what you’ve toldme.”
“Anyway, Vanessa’s just moved to town. She’s writing a piece about some high-profile politician’s murder. It’s an old case. Celso something or other. I’m not sure. It happened before I came to live in Brazil, so I’ve no idea who the guy was, but Ricardo swears it’s a big thing forher.”
Something in the back of Moira’s mind stirred to life, but Aidan’s fingers gliding over the skin of her neck distracted her from it. She snuggled against him, resting her chin on hischest.
“I can live with this,” sheuttered.
