He wasn’t wrong. “No.”
A gust of wind hit, bringing mist with it. Aiden reached out, his hand finding mine, and tugged me toward the door. His palm was rough and warm, the contrast almost startling.
Inside, the cabin’s heat wrapped around us, smelling faintly of cedar and wet leather. I removed my coat and shook out my hair. “I need to get Brickhouse back.”
“We can grab him after work tomorrow.”
“I miss the dog.”
Aiden’s voice softened, his hand brushing my back as he closed the door. “The Rottweiler misses you too.”
I turned toward the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes.” His arm came around my waist from behind, sudden and sure, and before I could react, my feet left the ground.
I yelped, laughing. “I meant for food.”
“Who needs food?”
He turned me in one smooth motion and caught me against him, his mouth finding mine. Hot, demanding, and sure. My breath caught, the world narrowing to heat and heartbeat. I kissed him back, my fingers curling in his jacket, my pulse racing.
Aiden Devlin. The man could melt asphalt with one kiss.
We ended up farther into the living room and my jacket somehow dropped to the floor. My shirt sailed over my head, and he kept kissing me, with a hunger that hinted at emotion. A frustrated one.
Was he leaving again?
I broke free, my legs wrapped around his hips, my arms around his neck. “Aiden?”
“Yeah.” He swooped in again, his mouth lava hot.
Desire whipped down me, hitting all the good parts on the way. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him around me. His heat and strength as he held me easily aloft.
I loved that about him.
I didn’t like secrets. I tore my face away, gasping for breath. “I think we should talk?” Leaning back, I stared into those wild eyes.
His smile was wicked. “Okay. You talk.” One hand easily released the back of my bra.
“Um—” I pressed against him. Devlin in a playful mood was too much to deny. If he could be called anything close to playful. His mouth found my neck, and he scraped his teeth down, nipping my collarbone. Wandering up, he pressed hard kisses beneath my jaw, reaching my ear, where he bit into my earlobe.
Liquid fire slid through me, landing right between my legs.
His chuckle vibrated through my entire body.
“You’re not fair,” I breathed.
Now he leaned back, crimson across his high cheekbones. “Aingeal, I’ve never played fair. You know that.”
Yeah, I did, and I loved it when he called me angel in Gaelic. Probably because it was a nice thought and nowhere near reality. I could be kind and nice but didn’t come close to angelic. Even so, the idea that he thought so warmed me up even more. So I clapped both hands on his face and leaned in, licking along his generous mouth.
He sucked in a breath.
Power zapped through me. Aiden was sometimes larger than life, and to know I could affect him meant something. Something feminine and strong. I grinned against his lips.
He clamped one hand around my nape, pivoted, and put me down on the sofa. My jeans flew over my head, my panties with them, and he dropped to his knees. His mouth was instantly on me.
I gasped.
