“Not that you kept them to take to somebody in the hospital.” His thumbs wound down to my jawline. “I don’t like the anonymous aspect of them, but it’s probably harmless.”
I winced. “Apparently it was dark when you arrived last night?”
He stilled. “Yes. Why?”
I moved my hips against him, catching my breath at the feeling of him against me. “Let’s talk about it after.”
“No.” He tightened his hold, his jaw firming. “Let’s talk about it now.”
“It’ll ruin the mood,” I warned him, really not wanting to lose the mood. Like, ever.
He paused to consider my statement. “That would be a travesty. Are we in danger right now?”
Considering his gun was on the nightstand and mine was next to me in my drawer, it was doubtful. “No more than usual,” I admitted. “Probably.”
“Only you,” he whispered. His expression softened, his rugged face losing the guarded look. There he was. My Aiden. His hands swept down my sides and drew up the pink silk. “This is pretty. Meant to tell you that last night.” Then he pulled it over my head and threw the soft material across the room. “You’re prettier.” His hands finally went to my breasts.
I leaned down and kissed him, going deep. Having him in my bed, facing the morning with me, felt right. And kind of dangerous.
He returned my kiss and rolled us over, looming above me and taking control in a way that stole my breath. He was big and strong and deadly, and he’d made me feel safe from the world my entire life. But not from him. That took trust, and I had jumped headfirst into this with him, sometimes wondering if I should’ve protected myself better.
If I could have somehow.
Yet when he kissed me, when he took me deep, there was only Aiden Devlin, and I was fine with that. Exhilarated, in fact.
He kissed me harder and then wandered down my body with his heated mouth and made me whimper. Aiden was good at this. Phenomenal, in fact. He knew how to draw out a moment, and he liked to play, keeping me on the edge. He also liked to make me scream.
Three orgasms later, from his talented mouth and fingers, he moved back up me, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and finally pushed inside me. Then he paused, his mouth wandering across my cheekbone before those piercing blue eyes captured mine. “I missed you,” he murmured, starting to move, powering deep inside me.
I caught my breath. “I missed you, too.” Then I dug my nails into his arms, careful of his newest bandage.
He started to move harder and faster, and I closed my eyes just to enjoy the moment as he took me away again.
And yes, I screamed his name two more times that morning, ending our marathon extremely happy.
“I am not happy,”Aiden snapped as I set a plate of scrambled eggs and huckleberry pancakes in front of him, his coffee steaming next to his fork.
I shrugged and sat across from him at the table, fluffing my napkin. Truth be told, my body was so satisfied that I would have to drum up energy to care that he wasn’t happy. “Seriously, eat your breakfast.” I poured syrup on my pancakes, my mouth watering. “It’s not like I could’ve called you about the graffiti heart or the phone call.”
He looked up, his sapphire-colored eyes glittering. “That’s exactly what you should’ve done.”
“Before or after you were busy ducking from bullets?” I took a bite and hummed at the sweet taste. My freezer was full of huckleberries, and I had enough to last until next picking season. Hopefully.
He paused in eating and watched me, the sight unnerving and a little intimidating.
Not that it stopped me from taking another bite of pancakes. I’d need to work out hard that afternoon, but I was due for a jog anyway.
“I thought we settled everything last night,” he said mildly.
Now, most men, when they were mild and calm, were reassuring. Not Aiden. I’d learned quickly that the quieter he became, the calmer he appeared, the more feral he was feeling. I’d like to say that irritated me, but in truth, he intrigued the heck out of me. Even when he had an edge most people would heed.
“We did,” I agreed, reaching for my coffee and trying to act natural.
“Then when there’s a threat against you, if you don’t need to call the police immediately, your first call is to me.” He also reached for his coffee, his gaze not leaving mine. When Aiden wanted to make a point, he, well, made a point.
Sometimes I think he was more mired in our past, when he’d rescued me from Jareth Davey, than was I. “I’m a big girl, Aiden. Why would I call you when you’re on a job?” The coffee was too strong, so I set the cup down and poured more creamer, turning the liquid more of a sugary milky color. Perfect.
“Because you’re mine.” He took another drink.
