It was difficult to think of anything at the moment. My thighs gripped his flanks, and being naked with Aiden was enough to make my brain just shut right down. Happily. “No.” I was more worried about being charged with murder.
“Well, I have.” He finally reached my mouth and went in deep and hard. Full on Aiden in full on naked control.
I shut my eyes and kissed him back, my nails digging into his skin. He could kiss. Mouth, lips, tongue…he used them all and drove me to a place of need only he could create.
His fingers slid down my side and across, finding me ready for him. The fact that he could hold me up with one hand against the wall while his other hand drove me crazy was almost as sexy as what he was doing with that other hand. Almost. “You’re ready,” he murmured against my neck.
“I usually am with you,” I whispered, sliding one hand around to tangle in the back of his thick hair.
He leaned up, his eyes deep sapphires. “Sometimes you’re so sweet you kill me.” Then slowly, he started to penetrate me.
I’d gone on the pill weeks ago for this very reason, and at the moment, I was thanking the gods for the pill.
Then he was all the way inside me, moving fast, keeping us both in the moment and on the edge. For so long, just on the edge. Finally, when all I could do was hold on, he changed the angle of his thrusts and I went over fast. The climax roared through me, and I held on, riding through the storm safe with him.
He groaned with his own release and dropped his head to my shoulder, still holding me aloft. “Now that’s how to start a morning.”
I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days. “Totally agree.”
He let me slide down his body and then turned me, letting the water douse me.
“Hey.” I pushed against him.
He laughed and pulled me back before reaching for the shampoo. “Let me.”
I paused. This was new. I let him shampoo my hair, and for some weird reason, that felt as intimate as what we’d just done. His fingers were gentle and firm, and I’d had no idea how good it felt to have somebody else wash my hair. Well, Aiden wash my hair. It was almost a massage, and my body relaxed from my head to my toes. “I like this,” I murmured, my eyes closed.
“Me, too. I love your hair. Get under the spray.” He nudged me and started working the shampoo out.
“My hair? It’s brown.” I kept my eyes closed and let him take care of me.
His fingers kneaded my nape, and I almost moaned from pleasure. “It’s not brown. It’s like my Gram’s antique mahogany knickknack table. Auburn, caramel, and coppery with just a hint of cinnamon.” He pulled me back out of the spray. “It’s soft and slightly curly, and it frames your heart-shaped face perfectly.”
My heart thumped hard against my ribcage. Sometimes Aiden’s romantic side slayed me. Were badass tough guys supposed to be romantic? That Irish heritage really came out sometimes. I turned and leaned up to kiss him again.
He grasped my wet hair and twisted my head to the side, taking the kiss deeper. So deep.
By the time we finished showering, the water had turned cold. Very.
But neither one of us cared.
Chapter 11
Iwas a little late for work but didn’t think it would matter since I’d probably tanked our firm for good with the most recent newspaper article about me. So when I walked into our reception area to find people all but lined up, I stopped breathing. Smiling at a couple of folks to mask my surprise, I edged my way toward Oliver’s desk.
Oliver was scrambling to type in information on his computer with a stack of client information forms next to him. “You’re here.” Relief filtered across his bright red face and he handed me a stack of papers. “You just missed Kelsey Walker. She dropped off her timeline for the day Danny Pucci was killed as well as a list of character references.”
I kept my focus on him and not all the people behind me. “Sorry I missed her.”
Oliver turned back to his computer. “We have appointments scheduled all day. Go get coffee and I’ll bring the first client down.”
I leaned toward him. “What is going on?” I whispered.
“Your article. People want a scrappy lawyer, I guess.” He pushed my arm. “Go. Clark is already with his third client of the day. Get into your office.” Panic sizzled in his eyes. “Hurry before somebody grabs you to talk.”
Adrenaline flooded my body. I hurried through the doorway to our main hallway, waved at Clark in his office, and hustled to the kitchen where a nearly full pot of coffee waited. After pouring myself a cup, I walked to my office. Across from it was an empty office, and a quick look showed Pauley in there working on a folding card table.
I leaned in the doorway. “Hey, P. What’s going on?”
