Page 47 of Witness Security Breach

There was one king-size bed.

“I can go change the room to a double,” Aiden said.

Always the gentleman, never wanting to put her in a compromising position that other men would’ve orchestrated.

Deep down, she didn’t know what she wanted. She’d fantasized about making love with Aiden more times than she could count on her fingers and toes combined. They were as close as two people could be without sleeping together. But in her experience, sex had a way of spoiling things. She’d do anything not to ruin their relationship.

Aiden was the only good thing in her life.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I still have to stitch you up and it’s almost three in the morning.” They were both grown-ups and could handle sharing a bed.

Naked?

Maybe they’d have to sleep in their clothes.

“Why don’t you shower first,” Aiden said, and she nodded.

In the bathroom, she was relieved to find plush robes and slippers. The velvet-soft cotton would be much nicer to sleep in than her jeans.

Aiden knocked on the door. “Do you want me to order room service?”

I have one hell of an appetite. “No. I’m fine.” She was starving, but it was her growing hunger for him that worried her. The last thing they needed was to lounge on the bed in robes, with nothing on beneath, eating and talking, having a drink from the minibar. It was a recipe for trouble. Hot, sweaty, naked trouble. “I’d rather hit the hay sooner, wake up earlier and have a monster-sized breakfast, if that’s okay with you.”

He didn’t respond right away. Then he said, “All right.”

She brushed her teeth and hurried through her shower, washing her hair. After towel-drying, she threw on her robe, tying the belt in a knot to prevent any mishaps, and went into the bedroom. She avoided eye contact with him and headed for the bag sitting on the dresser.

“Bathroom is all yours. As soon as you’re done, I’ll stitch you up and then we can go to sleep,” she said, enunciating the last word slowly.

Although sex, not sleep, was at the forefront of her mind and her sensitive spots were in cahoots, ready for action. Ridiculous hormones.

It didn’t help that she hadn’t had sex in more months than she’d cared to admit.

“Sure,” he said. The bathroom door shut behind him.

She relaxed, taking a breath.

On the other side of the TV, she noticed two empty protein shake containers. He must’ve gone back down to the mini-mart because he was starving, too.

Way to go, Killinger. Could you be any more selfish or paranoid?

She rummaged in the bag, took out the supplies, setting up on the desk beside a bright lamp, and put on latex gloves.

Aiden emerged from the bathroom. He stood in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand as he dried his hair, looking annoyingly delicious.

Her throat went bone-dry.

He crossed the room, shoved the chair out of the way and sat on the edge of the desk.

This wasn’t the first time she’d seen his broad, muscled chest, those nicely formed pecs and washboard abs completely bare, but it was the first time she’d been close enough to stick her tongue out and lick every toned, sculpted muscle.

Perfection.

He was striking, had a sparkling energy that was warm, powerful, sexual. A magnetic presence that drew lesser objects into the heat of his sun.

Three minutes after they met and talked one-on-one, she would’ve dropped her panties for him, but he’d had a girlfriend at the time.

A saving grace that had allowed their friendship to blossom, given them a chance to become family. But looking at him now, butterflies fluttered in her belly. She had to squeeze her knees together to keep from spreading her legs apart.